Albany.
...All friends shall taste
The wages of their virtue, and all foes
The cup of their deservings.- O, see, see!
Lear.
And my poor fool is hang'd!
Macbeth.
...I am in blood
Stepp'd in so far that, should I wade no more,
Returning were as tedious as go o'er.
Very much like a black hole. Oh, and the Mayor was pretty good, and rather funny. Also the splitting image.

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