You owe me no subscription: then, let fall         
Your horrible pleasure; here I stand, your slave,         
A poor, infirm, weak, and despis'd old man.         
But yet I call you servile ministers,         
That have with two pernicious daughters join'd         
Your high-engender'd battles 'gainst a head         
So old and white as this. O! O! 'tis foul."

Yeah, man -- can I get a witness?? You certainly have a way with others' words, I must say!


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