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R3/ 3.2.19-24

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HASTINGS

Go, fellow, go, return unto thy lord;
Bid him not fear the separated councils
His honour and myself are at the one,
And at the other is my servant Catesby
Where nothing can proceed that toucheth us
Whereof I shall not have intelligence.

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One Response to “R3/ 3.2.19-24”

  1. ‘NOTHING’ in Shakespeare « Nothing Says:
    July 26, 2008 at 2:03 am | Reply

    [...] “nothing can proceed that toucheth us whereof I shall not have intelligence. ” (3.2.19-24); “Being nothing like the noble duke my father:” (3.5.86-92); “nothing fitting [...]

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