Claudio: Ay, but to die, and go we know not where; To lie in cold obstruction and to rot; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod, and the delighted spirit To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside In thrilling region of thick-ribbed ice; To be imprison'd in the viewless winds, And blown with restless violence round about The pendent world!
Isabella: O! it is excellent To have a giant`s strength; but it is tyrannous To use it like a giant.
Angelo: This will last out a night in Russia, When nights are longest there.
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