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Section 227
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2This by his voice, should be a Mountague.
3Fetch me my Rapier Boy, what dares the slaue
4Come hither couer'd with an antique face,
5To fleere and scorne at our Solemnitie?
6Now by the stocke and Honour of my kin,
7To strike him dead I hold it not a sin.