Shakespeare or Batman?

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Can you name the source, Shakespeare or Batman, who is quoted below?

Updated Feb 7, 2012

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Quote(S)hakespeare or (B)atman
The weight of this sad time we must obey.
Vengeance is in my heart, death in my hand. Blood and revenge are hammering in my head.
As flies to wanton boys are we to the gods—they kill us for their sport.
Did I finally reach the limits of reason? And find the Devil waiting?
...and darkness be the burier of the dead.
I will break and twist things within you. You can't conceive of the pain I can cause.
Welcome destruction, blood, and massacre. I see, as in a map, the end of all.
Your feast is nearly over. From this moment on, none of you are safe.
Hell is empty, and all the devils are here.
I can live no longer by thinking.
Then all you've waited for is a puppet. A soulless little doll.
He is come to open the purple testament of bleeding war.
And as the sun, that had been too afraid to show its face in this city, started to turn the black into grey, I smiled.
I will encounter darkness as a bride, and hug it in my arms.
I will not become an executioner.
Quote(S)hakespeare or (B)atman
As a man, I'm flesh and blood. I can be ignored, I can be destroyed.
I am a feather for each wind that blows.
They have tied me to a stake—I cannot fly. But, bear-like, I must fight the course.
That blood should sprinkle me to make me grow.
Sometimes it's only madness that makes us what we are.
We die every day...a thousand times an hour.
You cannot stop me, not with wine or vows or the weight of age. You cannot stop me, but still you try.
Grief forgives what can never be forgiven.
...how many hours bring about the day, how many days will finish up the year, how many years a mortal man may live.
We both stared into the abyss, but when it looked back at us, you blinked.
You'll hunt me. You'll condemn me, set the dogs on me.
I'm a man of thirty—of twenty again. The rain on my chest is a baptism. I'm born again.
Weep I cannot. But my heart bleeds.
Smoldering, I burn you—burning you, I flare, hot and bright and fierce and beautiful.
I will grind your bones to dust. And with your blood and it I’ll make a paste.

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