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Ruff. Full vainly wilt thou strive, for thinkest thou We enter walls like these, with changeling hearts To leave our work undone?

Ed. We, sayest thou? There are more of you then?

Ruff. Ay, ay, there are enow to make it sure; But, if thou wilt be quiet, I'll do't myself. Mine arm is strong; I'll give no second stroke; And all escape is hopeless.

Ed. What, thinkest thou I'll calmly stretch my neck Until thou butch'rest me? No, by good heaven! I'll grapple with thee still,

Ruff. Well, since thou'lt have it so, thou soon shalt see If that my mates be lovelier than myself.(Exit.

Ed. O that I still in some dark cell could rest Nor stone, nor club, nor beam to serve my need! Out from the walls, ye flints, and fill my grasp! Nought! nought! Is there not yet within this nook Some bar or harden'd brand that I may clutch?