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Hell choke thy blasted breath, thou croaking fiend! Thou darest not say 't was she.

I did not say so, certainly.

Thou didst.

I spoke unwittingly; I will unsay it.

And be a damned liar for thy pains. All that my darkest fancy had conceived! Uncover'd shame, degrading infamy!— Come quick, unstinted, terrible revenge! If the base wantons live another hour, I am as base as they.

Be not a maniac: think before thou act,— Before thou do what cannot be undone.

Think ere I act! Cool, sober, gentle friend! Had'st thou not better say, "Good Sir, be patient. Thy wife is faithless, and her minion bless'd; But pray, good Sir, be patient."—Oh, my heart! The seat of life will burst ere it be done: