written by William Shakespeare
HENRY "And wherefore should these good news make mw sick?
Will fortune never come with both hans full,
But write her fair words still in foulest letters?
She either gives a stomach and no food_
Such are the poor in health_or else a feast,
And take away the stomach_such are the rich,
That have abundance and enjoy it not.
I should rejoice now at this happy news,
And now my sight fails, and my brain is giddy.
O me! Come near me now; I am much ill."
Act IV Scene III
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