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Kozinski.
I understand you, Sir—But you mistake me. 'Tis true—I am but four-and-twenty—but I have seen the clashing of swords, and heard the balls whistle before now.
Moor.
Have you so, young master? And have you learn'd the use of arms for no other purpose than to kill a poor traveller for a few dollars, or knock down women behind their backs? Go, go, you have run away from your nurse, child, who has threaten'd to whip you.
Switzer.
What the devil, Captain! What do you mean? Would you dismiss this Hercules, this glorious fellow, whose very look would scare Julius Cæsar into a coal-hole?
Moor.
And so when your wrong-headed schemes misgave, you thought you would go seek for an assassin.—You would become an assassin yourself.—'Sdeath, young man. Do you know what that word means? You may perhaps sleep sound, af-
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