Page 587 - Shakespeare - Vol. 1
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Unless you be possessed with devilish spirits,
You cannot but forbear to murder me.
This tongue hath parleyed unto foreign kings
For your behoof - [75]
CADE
Tut, when struck’st thou one blow in the field?
SAY
Great men have reaching hands: oft have I struck
Those that I never saw and struck them dead.
GEORGE
O monstrous coward! What, to come behind folks?
SAY
These cheeks are pale for watching for your good. [80]
CADE
Give him a box o’th’ ear, and that will make ’em red again.
SAY
Long sitting to determine poor men’s causes
Hath made me full of sickness and diseases.
CADE
Ye shall have a hempen caudle, then, and the help of hatchet. [85]
DICK
Why dost thou quiver, man?
SAY
The palsy, and not fear, provokes me.
CADE
Nay, he nods at us, as who should say, ‘I’ll be even with you’. I’ll see if his
head will stand steadier on a pole, or no. Take him away, and behead him.
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