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...the heart in his delivery of the lines ; " My way of life Is fallen into the sear, the yellow leaf; And that which should accompany old age, As honour,...Which the poor heart would fain deny, but dare not." His Richard the Third, although in many instances admirable, was perhaps too collected, too weighty...

...upon the heart in bis delivery of the lines : My way of life Is fallen into the sear, the yellow leaf; And that which should accompany old age, As honour,...Which the poor heart would fain deny, but dare not." His Richard the Third, although in many instances admirable, was perhaps too collected, too weighty...

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...into the sear, the yellow leaf; And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, ohedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have ; but,...Which the poor heart would fain deny, but dare not." His Richard the Third, although in many instances admirable, was perhaps too collected, too weighty...

...disseat me now. I have liv'd long enough : my way of life Is fall'n into the sear,* the yellow leaf: And that which should accompany old age, As honour,...; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud, but deep month-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would faindeny, but dare not. Seyton ! Enter Seyton. Sey...