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 Keep off lest I do show a blow unto the lot of you would set the guardian angels winking in the clouds above.

He's going mad! Mind yourselves! Run from the idiot!

If I am an idiot, I'm after hearing my voice this day saying words would raise the topknot on a poet in a merchant's town. I've won your racing, and your lepping, and

Shut your gullet and come on with me.

I'm going, but I'll stretch you first.