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Go bind this man, for he is frantic too.
More company! The fiend is strong within him.
Mistress, both man and master is possess'd; I know it by their pale and deadly looks: They must be bound and laid in some dark room.
It is no shame: the fellow finds his vein, And yielding to him humours well his frenzy.
I charge thee, Satan, housed within this man, To yield possession to my holy prayers And to thy state of darkness hie thee straight: I conjure thee by all the saints in heaven!
Give me your hand and let me feel your pulse.