If spirits can assume both form and suit
You come to fright us.
Seb. A spirit I am indeed;
But am in that dimension grossly clad
Which from the womb I did participate.
Were you a woman, as the rest [goes] even,
I should my tears let fall upon your cheek,
[And] say 'Thrice-welcome, drowned Viola!'
Vio. My father had a mole upon his brow.
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