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PALAMON

By this good light, [320]
Had I a sword I would kill thee.

GAOLER
Why, my lord?

PALAMON
Thou bringest such pelting scurvy news continually

Thou art not worthy life. I will not go.

GAOLER

Indeed you must, my lord.

PALAMON
May I see the garden?

GAOLER
No.

PALAMON
Then I am resolved, I will not go. [325]

GAOLER
I must constrain you then; and for you are dangerous,
I’ll clap more irons on you.

PALAMON
Do, good keeper.

I’ll shake ’em so, ye shall not sleep;
I’ll make ye a new morris. Must I go?

GAOLER
There is no remedy.

PALAMON
Farewell, kind window; [330]