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 * Sir Eth. Why, help, help, help!
 * Sir Phy. The devil seize us all!

Why, what strange land is this? How came we here?
 * Sir Eth. How came we here? Why, who can answer that

So well as thou?
 * Sir Phy. As I?
 * Sir Eth. Yes, cur; as thou!

This is some devil's game of thy design, To scare me from the task I set myself When we crossed swords.
 * Sir Phy. I use no sorcery.

A whirlwind bore me to this cursed spot; But whence it came I neither know nor care.
 * Sir Eth. There—gag thy lying tongue; it matters not.

Or here or there we'll fight our quarrel out. Come! call thy devils; let them wait at hand