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Measure for Measure (II,ii,114-123)
Julius Caesar (III,ii,74-77)
The Winter’s Tale (IV,iv,159-161)
Much Ado About Nothing II,i,178-180)
Twelfth Night (II,iii,44-45)
‘Tis better to be vile than vile esteem’d,
When not to be receives reproach of being;
And the just pleasure lost, which is so deem’d
Not by our feeling, but by others’ seeing:
For why should others’ false adulterate eyes
Give salutation to my sportive blood?
Or on my frailties why are frailer spies,
Which in their wills count bad what I think good?
No, I am that I am, and they that level
At my abuses reckon up their own:
I may be straight though they themselves be bevel;
By their rank…