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I did go between them, as I said; but more than that, he loved her-for indeed he was mad for her, and talk'd of Satan, and of Limbo, and of Furies, and I know not what.  Young man, have you challeng'd Charles the wrestler? Why, who cries out on pride That can therein tax any private party?  Doth it not flow as hugely as the sea, Till that the wearer's very means do ebb?  What woman in the city do I name When that I say the city-woman bears The cost of princes on unworthy shoulders?  Who can come in and say that I mean her, When such a one as she such is her neighbour?  Or what is he of basest function That says his bravery is not on my cost, Thinking that I mean him, but therein suits His folly to the mettle of my speech?  There then! how then? what then? Let me see wherein My tongue hath wrong'd him: if it do him right, Then he hath wrong'd himself; if he be free, Why then my taxing like a wild-goose flies, Unclaim'd of any man. But who comes here? Now in respect it is in the fields, it pleaseth me well; but in respect it is not in the court, it is tedious.  Here comes my sister, reading; stand aside.