Ner. Is it not thine?
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Sce.Pray let me see it near.
Tig. I’d like to put it, sir, where thou couldst feel
More than thou saw’st of it. Dost see it now?
Sce. ’Tis mine. O sacred heirloom of my house,
Left to my father by my grandfather....
Ner. Invoke not thy curst ancestors to me.
Sce. It hath been stolen from me: some slave, Cæsar,
Knowing the store I set by it, hath purloined it.