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78 No, no; he’ll&hellip;

Seem to break loose; take on as you would follow,

But yet come not: you are a tame man, go!

Hang off, thou cat, thou burr! vile thing, let loose,

Or I will shake thee from me like a serpent!

Why are you grown so rude? what change is this?

Sweet love,

Thy love! out, tawny Tartar, out!

Out, loathed medicine! hated potion, hence!

Do you not jest?

Yes, sooth; and so do you:

Demetrius, I will keep my word with thee.

I would I had your bond, for I perceive

A weak bond holds you: I’ll not trust your word.