Your hearts are mighty, your skins are whole.
If the skin were parchment and the blows you gave were ink, Your own handwriting would tell you what I think.
'Sblood, you starveling, you elf-skin, you dried neat's tongue, you bull's pizzle, you stock-fish! O for breath to utter what is like thee! you tailor's-yard, you sheath, you bowcase; you vile standing-tuck!
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