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Do it, thou timid slave! You see it is an arm of flesh and blood; And so you'll find my body in all parts, Thrust where you will.—But mark me; wheresoe'er I rub this band, your weapons have no power. Now try if e'er the stoutest arm amongst you, With pike, or spear, or keenly-temper'd blade, Can pierce this charmed breast.

Attempt it, brawny slave; thine arm is strong. O, bravely done, thou spirit of true proof!