Let me have A dram of poison; such soon speeding geer As will disperse itself through all the veins, That the life-weary taker may fall dead. Come, bitter conduct, come unsavoury guide! Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on The dashing rocks thy sea-sick weary bark. "Romeo and Juliet"
"I have not finished," were the first words we heard, when order was restored, and we were all in a condition to listen again.
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