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By how I hear thee rave thou'rt mad enough.

Let me be mad, if to hate foes be madness.

In prosperous case thoud'st be intolerable.

Ah me!

Aye, there's a word Zeus does not know.

But time as it gains age doth all things teach.

And yet thou hast not learned to be discreet.

Else should I not with thee, a menial, talk.

Thou'rt like to tell me nought the father asks.

Aye! I should pay the grace I'm in his debt!