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"title": "The Strangers Case",
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"markdown": "Grant them removed, and grant that this your noise \nHath chid down all the majesty of England; \nImagine that you see the wretched strangers, \nTheir babies at their backs and their poor luggage, \nPlodding to the ports and coasts for transportation, \nAnd that you sit as kings in your desires, \nAuthority quite silent by your brawl, \nAnd you in ruff of your opinions clothed; \nWhat had you got? I’ll tell you: you had taught \nHow insolence and strong hand should prevail, \nHow order should be quelled; and by this pattern \n\nNot one of you should live an agèd man, \n\nFor other ruffians, as their fancies wrought, \n\nWith self same hand, self reasons, and self right, \n\nWould shark on you, and men like ravenous fishes\nWould feed on one another.\n[…]\nSay now the king, \nAs he is clement if th’offender mourn, \nShould so much come too short of your great trespass \nAs but to banish you, whither would you go? \n\nWhat country, by the nature of your error, \n\nShould give you harbor? Go you to France or Flanders, \n\nTo any German province, to Spain or Portugal, \n\nNay, anywhere that not adheres to England, \n\nWhy, you must needs be strangers: would you be pleased \n\nTo find a nation of such barbarous temper, \nThat, breaking out in hideous violence, \n\nWould not afford you an abode on earth, \n\nWhet their detested knives against your throats, \n\nSpurn you like dogs, and like as if that God \n\nOwed not nor made not you, nor that the elements \n\nWere not all appropriate to your comforts, \n\nBut chartered unto them, what would you think \n\nTo be thus used? This is the strangers’ case; \n\nAnd this your mountainish inhumanity. \n \n– William Shakespeare, *Sir Thomas More* \n\n[Ian McKellen Recital](https://youtu.be/2l2RqzVG4ag?si=AC_ZlF08Bm1dvkVI&t=1392)"
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"textContent": "Grant them removed, and grant that this your noise \nHath chid down all the majesty of England; \nImagine that you see the wretched strangers, \nTheir babies at their backs and their poor luggage, \nPlodding to the ports and coasts for transportation, \nAnd that you sit as kings in your desires, \nAuthority quite silent by your brawl, \nAnd you in ruff of your opinions clothed; \nWhat had you got? I’ll tell you: you had taught \nHow insolence and strong hand should prevail, \nHow order should be quelled; and by this pattern \n\nNot one of you should live an agèd man, \n\nFor other ruffians, as their fancies wrought, \n\nWith self same hand, self reasons, and self right, \n\nWould shark on you, and men like ravenous fishes\nWould feed on one another.\n[…]\nSay now the king, \nAs he is clement if th’offender mourn, \nShould so much come too short of your great trespass \nAs but to banish you, whither would you go? \n\nWhat country, by the nature of your error, \n\nShould give you harbor? Go you to France or Flanders, \n\nTo any German province, to Spain or Portugal, \n\nNay, anywhere that not adheres to England, \n\nWhy, you must needs be strangers: would you be pleased \n\nTo find a nation of such barbarous temper, \nThat, breaking out in hideous violence, \n\nWould not afford you an abode on earth, \n\nWhet their detested knives against your throats, \n\nSpurn you like dogs, and like as if that God \n\nOwed not nor made not you, nor that the elements \n\nWere not all appropriate to your comforts, \n\nBut chartered unto them, what would you think \n\nTo be thus used? This is the strangers’ case; \n\nAnd this your mountainish inhumanity. \n \n– William Shakespeare, Sir Thomas More \n\nIan McKellen Recital"
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