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Let the great gods,

That keep this dreadful pother o’er our heads,

Find out their enemies now. Tremble, thou wretch,

That hast within thee undivulged crimes,

Unwhipp’d of justice: hide thee, thou bloody hand;

Thou perjured, and thou similar man of virtue

That art incestuous: caitiff, to pieces shake,

That under covert and convenient seeming

Hast practiced on man’s life: close pent-up guilts,

Rive your concealing continents, and cry

These dreadful summoners grace. I am a man

More sinn’d against than sinning.

—King Lear, Act III, Scene ii