Fate makes no apology.
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Now will I charge you in the band of truth, [efn_note]Alls Well That Ends Well, AW IV.ii.56[/efn_note] as doubtful thoughts and rash-embraced despair [efn_note]The Merchant of Venice, MV III.ii.109[/efn_note] can…
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