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Now, caitiffs, tremble, for this very hour Your injured sovereign shall assert his power! Behold this lotion, carefully compound Of all the poisons you for me have found-- Of biting washes such as tan the skin, And drastic drinks to vex the parts within. What aggravates an ailment will produce-- I mean to rub you with this dreadful juice! Divided counsels you no more shall hatch-- At last you shall unanimously scratch. Kneel, villains, kneel, and doff your shirts--God bless us! They'll seem, when you resume them, robes of Nessus!