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SCENE X.
Lady and Baudron.LADY.
I will not, damsels, have the doctor more.
Ha! coreless stump of age, how is't that thou
Appear'st unshaken, while the royal trees
Feel the rude lopping of the tempest's force?
Again, again; the house itself grows craz'd,
And by this dreadful batt'ring trembles all.
Ye jerking vaults have ye turn'd traitors too?
Down, down at once, incairn me while a queen,
That I may 'scape the ignominious pelt
Of rabble execration. 'Tis ours that shout!
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