Shakespeare or Batman?

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

Featured May 13, 2011

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

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