About this text. Author: William Shakespeare. Dive, thoughts, down to my soul, 43 Here Clarence comes. His majesty, tendering my person's safety, 48 hath appointed. With this, my lord, myself have nought to do. I beseech your grace to pardon me and withal forbear.
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