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- I know my price, I am worth no worse a place.But he (as loving his own pride and purposes)Evades them with a bombast circumstanceHorribly stuffed with epithets of war,And in conclusionNonsuits my mediators. For “Certes,” says he,“I have already chose my officer.”
- By heaven, I rather would have been his hangman.
- The worser welcome.I have charged thee not to haunt about my doors.In honest plainness thou hast heard me sayMy daughter is not for thee. And now in madness,Being full of supper and distempering drafts,Upon malicious knavery dost thou comeTo start my qui
- Zounds, sir, you’re robbed! For shame, put on yourgown.Your heart is burst, you have lost half your soul.Even now, now, very now, an old black ramIs tupping your white ewe.
- Most grave Brabantio,In simple and pure soul I come to you—
- Pray you lead on. At every house I’ll call.I may command at most.—Get weapons, ho!And raise some special officers of might.—On, good Roderigo. I will deserve your pains.
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