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No, thou art wrong again, it is not there; It is that door upon the other side. (Pointing to the opposite wall.)

What, dost thou jest with me, malicious varlet? I'll beat thee if thou tell'st me false again.

Negroes be very stupid, master friend.

Thou canker-worm! thou black-envenom'd toad! Art thou a playing thy malicious tricks? Get from my sight, thou pitchy viper, go! (Exit Ohio.)

What black thing is it? it appears, methinks, Not worth thine anger.

That man, may't please you, Sir, was born a prince.

I do not catch thy jest.