And mar the seeds within! Lift up thy looks:
From my succession wipe me, father, I
Am heir to [my] affection.
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Cam. Be advised.
Flo. I am, and by my fancy: if my reason
Will thereto be obedient, I have reason;
If not, my senses, [better pleased with madness],
Do bid it welcome.
Cam. This is desperate, sir.