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Your slave obeys.(Exit.

Have I done well to give this hoary vet'ran, Who has for thirty years fought in our wars, I have done well. In my disguised rounds, but two nights since, List'ning at his tent door, I heard him speak Words that methought approach'd to slight esteem Of my endowments and capacity. But I will fear no treason: here is that On which I may rely. In mortal man I have no trust: they are all hollow slaves, Who tremble and detest, and would betray. But on the fates, and the dark secret powers, So say those sure unerring calculations Ay, it must needs be so: this constellation In close conjunction with the warrior's star, Trac'd back in magic numbers three times three, And nine times nine, and added three again, Unto the hour of my nativity, Makes it infallible. Here have I mark'd it