Saturday, November 22, 2014

Post 11.22.2014.10

Antony:  Approach, there!  Ah, you kite!  Now, gods and devils!
Authority melts from  me; of late, when I cried 'Ho!'
Like boys unto a muss, Kings would start forth,
And cry, 'Your will?'  Have you no ears?  I am
Antony yet.

Act III, Scene 13

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