MEN. Hate lived between us; that thou know’st full well.
TEU. For thy proved knavery, coining votes i’ the court
MEN. The judges voted. He ne’er lost through me.
TEU. Guilt hiding guile wears often fairest front.
MEN. I know whom pain shall harass for that word.
TEU. Not without giving equal pain, ’tis clear.
MEN. No more, but this. No burial for this man!
TEU. Yea, this much more. He shall have instant burial.
MEN. I have seen ere now a man of doughty tongue
Urge sailors in foul weather to unmoor,
Who, caught in the sea-misery by and by,
Lay voiceless, muffled in his cloak, and suffered
Who would of the sailors over trample him
Even so methinks thy truculent mouth ere long
Shall quench its outcry, when this little cloud
Breaks forth on thee with the full tempest’s might.
TEU. I too have seen a man whose windy pride
Poured forth loud insults o’er a neighbour’s fall,
Till one whose cause and temper showed like mine
Spake to him in my hearing this plain word:
‘Man, do the dead no wrong; but, if thou dost,
Be sure thou shalt have sorrow.’ Thus he warned
The infatuate one: ay, one whom I behold,
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