Fab. Good.
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Sir To. [reads] Thou killest me like a rogue and a villain.
Fab. Still you keep o' the windy side of the law:
good.
Sir To. [reads] Fare thee well; and God have mercy upon one
of our souls! He may have mercy upon [mine]; but my hope is better,
and so look to thyself. Thy friend, as thou usest him, and thy sworn
enemy, Andrew Aguecheek.
[If] this letter move him not, his legs cannot: I'll give't