Villain, I have done thy mother.
Thy tongue outvenoms all the worms of Nile.
Thy sin’s not accidental, but a trade.
Go, prick thy face, and over-red thy fear, Thou lily-liver’d boy.
Foul spoken coward, that thund’rest with thy tongue, and with thy weapon nothing dares perform.
Villain, I have done thy mother.
Thy tongue outvenoms all the worms of Nile.
Thy sin’s not accidental, but a trade.
Go, prick thy face, and over-red thy fear, Thou lily-liver’d boy.
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