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Nay, thou shalt stay, too.
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I tell thee what.
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I would my son were in Arabia,
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and thy tribe before him,
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- his good sword in his hand. - What then?
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What then? He'd make an end of thy posterity!
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- Bastards and all. - Come! Come, peace!
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Well, well, we'll leave you.
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Why stay we to be baited by one who wants her wits?
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I would the gods had nothing else to do
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but to confirm my curses!
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Could I meet them but once a day,