Unformatted text preview: Oft have I digg'd up dead men from their graves, And set them upright at their dear friends' doors, Even when their sorrows almost were forgot; And on their skins, as on the bark of trees, Have with my knife carved in Roman letters, 'Let not your sorrow die, though I am dead. 'Tut, I have done a thousand dreadful things As willingly as one would kill a fly; And nothing grieves me heartily indeed But that I cannot do ten thousand more....
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This note was uploaded on 08/26/2011 for the course THEATRE 5 taught by Professor Staff during the Spring '11 term at UCSB.
- Spring '11