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O, I am slain! My lord, you have one eye left To see some mischief on him. O!
Nay, then, come on, and take the chance of anger.
If you did wear a beard upon your chin, I'd shake it on this quarrel. What do you mean?
Hold your hand, my lord: I have served you ever since I was a child; But better service have I never done you Than now to bid you hold.