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Of sun and moon, and that the affrighted globe Should yawn at alteration----

Æmil. I beseech you, That I may speak with you. Oh, my good Lord !

Oth. I had forgot thee; oh, come in, Æmilia. Soft, by and by, let me the curtains draw. . Where art thou? what's the matter with thee now?

[Unlocks the Door.
Æmil. Oh, my good Lord, yonder's foul mur-
Oth. What? now?

[der done.
Æmil. But now, my Lord.
Uth. It is the very error of the moon;

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