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Some fight them, but they are few. Among them you think you see the rise and fall of a massive vermillion and gold blade, or... spade?
And the sword in your hand, the twisted sword with no point, Satire. It is always within your grasp, waiting for its wielder; you need only reach for it. The sword is in your words.
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PRINCE HENRY: By heaven, Poins, I feel me much to blame,
So idly to profane the precious time,
When tempest of commotion, like the south
Borne with black vapour, doth begin to melt
And drop upon our bare unarmed heads.
Give me my sword and cloak. Falstaff, good night.
