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 That they may seem the taints of liberty, The flash and outbreak of a fiery mind, A savageness in unreclaimed blood, Of general assault.

Rey. But, my good lord,—

Pol. Wherefore should you do this?

Rey. Ay, my lord, I would know that

Pol. Marry, sir, here's my drift, And, I believe, it is a fetch of warrant; You laying these slight sullies on my son. As 'twere a thing a little soil'd i' the working, Mark you, Your party in converse, him you would sound, Having ever seen in the prenominate crimes The youth you breathe of guilty, be assured He closes with you in this consequence; "Good sir," or so, or "friend," or "gentleman," According to the phrase or the addition Of man and country.

Rey. Very good, my lord.