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O, let me clip ye
In arms as sound as when I woo'd, in heart
As merry as when our nuptial day was done

I do beseech you
By all the battles wherein we have fought
By the blood we have shed together
By the vows
We have made to endure frens

That you directly
Set me against Aufidius and his Antiates

And that you not delay the present, but
Filling the air with swords advanced and darts
We prove this very hour
Those are they
That most are willing

If any such be here--

As it were sin to doubt--that love this painting
Wherein
You see me smear'd
If any fear
Lesser his person than an ill report
If any think brave death outweighs bad life
And that his country's dearer than himself
Let him alone
.....Or so many so minded....
Wave thus
To express his disposition

O, me alone!
Make you a sword of me?

A curse....a curse upon both your houses....