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A common slave-you know him well by sight-held up his left hand, which did flame and burn. Like twenty torches joined, and yet his hand, not sensible of fire, remained unscorched.
Besides-I ha' not since put my sword against the capital I met a lion
Who glazed upon me and went surly by without annoying me. And there were drawn upon a heap a hundred ghastly women, transformed with their fear, who swore they saw men all in fire, walk up and down the streets
and yesterday the bird of night did sit. Even at noonday upon the market place, hooting and shrieking.
When these prodigies do so conjointly meet, let not men say "these are their reasons, they are natural"
For I believe they are portentous things unto the climate that they point upon.
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