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"No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as achurch-door; but 'tis enough, 'twill serve: ask forme to-morrow, and you shall find me a grave man. Iam peppered, I warrant, for this world. A plague o'both your houses! 'Zounds, a dog, a rat, a mouse, acat, to scratch a man to death! a braggart, arogue, a villain, that fights by the book ofarithmetic! Why the devil came you between us? Iwas hurt under your arm."
"I have been feasting with mine enemy,Where on a sudden one hath wounded me, That's by me wounded: both our remediesWithin thy help and holy physic lies…"
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