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Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more;
Or close the wall up with our English dead.
Henry V, Act III
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Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this sun of York,
And all the clouds that loured upon our house
In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
Act 1, Scene 1