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 leave unobserved the similar, and stronger, terrors and remorse that harrow up the soul of the intrepid and hardened Richard:— K. Rich. My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain. Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree, Murder, stern murder, in the dir'st degree; All several sins, all us'd in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all,—Guilty! guilty! I shall despair.—There is no creature loves me; And, if I die, no soul will pity me.