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More needs she the divine than the physician.-
God, God, forgive us all !

MACBETH, v. 1.

You know your places ; God be with you all !

HENRY V. iv. 3.

In the name of God,
How comes it, then, that thou art call’d a king,
When living blood doth in these temples beat,
Which owe the crown that thou o'er-masterest ?

KING JOHN, ii. 1.

We thought ourself thy lawful king :

If we be not, shew us the hand of God
That hath dismiss'd us from our stewardship.

RICHARD II. iii. 3.

God bless thee, and put meekness in thy breast,
Love, charity, obedience, and true duty.

RICHARD III. ii. 2.

O pity, God, this miserable age !
Erroneous, mutinous, and unnatural!

3 HENRY VI. ii. 5.

O upright, just, and true-disposing God,
How do I thank Thee!

RICHARD III. iv. 4.

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A hell-hound, that doth hunt us all to death :

* * That foul defacer of God's handy-work.

RICHARD III. iv. 4.

O, triumph not in my woes ;
God witness with me, I have wept for thine!

RICHARD III. iv. 4.

God (if Thy will be so),
Enrich the time to come with smooth-fac'd peace,
With smiling plenty, and fair prosperous days !

RICHARD III. v. 4.

God forbid, That you should fashion, wrest, or bow your reading, Or nicely charge your understanding soul With opening titles miscreate, whose right Suits not in native colours with the truth.

HENRY V. i. 2.

O God! O God! that e'er this tongue of mine,
That laid the sentence of dread banishment
On yon proud man, should take it off again
With words of sooth !

RICHARD II. iii. 3.

Now God in Heaven forbid !

RICHARD II. ii. 2.

O God, what mischiefs work the wicked ones ;
Heaping confusion on their own heads thereby!

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O God! forgive my sins, and pardon thee !

If he do fear God, he must necessarily keep peace.

MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING, ii. 3.

Nor God, nor I, delight in perjur'd men.

LOVE'S LABOUR 'S LOST, v. 2.

O, forbid it, God,
That in a Christian climate, souls refined
Should shew so heinous, black, obscene a deed!

RICHARD II. iv. 1.

God hath blessed you with a good name.

MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING, iii. 3.

O Warwick, I do bend my knee with thine,
And, in this vow, do chain my soul to thine ;-
And, ere my knee rise from the earth's cold face,

throw my hands, mine eyes, my heart to Thee, Thou setter-up and plucker-down of kings! Beseeching Thee,—if with Thy will at to my foes this body must be prey, Chat Thy brazen gates of Heaven may ope,

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Great God, how just art Thou !

2 Henry VI. v. 1.

Let us be back'd with God, and with the seas,
Which He hath given for fence impregnable ;
And with their helps only defend ourselves.

3 HENRY VI. iv. 1.

I say no more than truth, so help me God !

2 HENRY VI. iii. 1.

Serve God, love me, and mend.

MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING, v. 2.

God give your graces both
A happy and a joyful time of day !

RICHARD IJI. iv. 1.

Who hath not heard it spoken,
How deep you were within the books of God ?

2 HENRY IV. iv. 2.

O God! O God!
How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable,
Seem to me all the uses of this world !

HAMLET, i. 2.

In God's name, lead : your king's name be obey'd :
And what God will, that let your king perform.

3 HENRY VI. iii. 1.

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O let me not be mad, not mad, sweet Heaven !
Keep me in temper: I would not be mad !

KING LEAR, i. 5.

Heaven ! be Thou gracious to none alive,
If Salisbury wants mercy at Thy hands.

1 HENRY VI. i. 4.

Tarry, dear cousin,
My soul shall thine keep company to Heaven :
Tarry, sweet soul, for mine ; then fly a-breast :
As, in this glorious and well-foughten field,
We kept together in our chivalry!

HENRY V. iv. 6.

His actions shew much like to madness : pray Heu wisdom be not tainted.

MEASURE FOR MEASURE, iv. 4.

O, help him, you sweet Heavens !
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HAMLET, iii. 1.