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Book, page 132 / 154 For thee to trample and to trace upon, And I will teach thee how to kill the deer, To chase the hart and how to rouse the roe, If thou wilt live to love and honour me. AMADINE. [Aside.] You may, for who but you? [Enter Mucedorus.] BREMO. Welcome, sir, An hour ago I looked for such a guest. Be merry, wench, we'll have a frolic feast: Here's flesh enough to suffice us both. Stay, sirra, wilt thou fight or dost thou yeel to die? MUCEDORUS. I want a weapon; how can I fight? BREMO. Thou wants a weapon? why then thou yeelst to die. MUCEDORUS. I say not so I do not yield to die. BREMO. Thou shalt not choose. I long to see thee dead. AMADINE. Yet spare him, Bremo, spare him. BREMO. Away, I say, I will not spare him. MUCEDORUS. Yet give me leave to speak. BREMO. Thou shalt not speak.
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