O God! Horatio, what a wounded name, Things standi — William Shakespeare

O God! Horatio, what a wounded name, Things standing thus unknown, shall live behind me. If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart, Absent thee from felicity awhile, And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain, To tell my story.

V, ii, l. 358

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