My son – and what's a son? A thing begot
More quotes by Thomas Kyd
Dost thou think to live till his old doublet will make thee a new truss?
What outcries pluck me from my naked bed
And chill my throbbing heart with trembling fear.
Where words prevail not, violence prevails
But gold doth more than either of them both.
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