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Paul. I say she's dead, I'll swear't. If word nor oath
Prevail not, go and see: if you can bring
Tincture or lustre in her lip, her eye,
Heat outwardly or breath within, I'll serve you
As I would do the gods. But, O thou tyrant!
[Do] not repent these things, for they are [heavier]
Than all thy [woes] can stir: therefore betake thee
To nothing but despair. A thousand knees
Ten thousand years together, naked, fasting,