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 They shall tear him limb from limb!

O thankless beldames and untrue! And is this all that you can do For him, who did so much for you? Ninety months he, by my troth! Hath richly cater'd for you both; And in an hour would you repay An eight years' work?—Away! away! I alone am faithful! I Cling to him everlastingly.