ANGELO.  Teach her the way.  [Exit SERVANT] O heavens!  Why does my blood thus muster to my heart,  Making both it unable for itself  And dispossessing all my other parts  Of necessary fitness?  So play the foolish throngs with one that swoons;  Come all to help him, and so stop the air  By which he should revive; and even so  The general subject to a well-wish'd king  Quit their own part, and in obsequious fondness  Crowd to his presence, where their untaught love  Must needs appear offence.

Teach Her the Way

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