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

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