There, take it, prince; and if my form lie there, Then I am yours. He unlocks the golden casket.
O hell! what have we here? A carrion Death, within whose empty eye There is a written scroll! I’ll read the writing. Reads.
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There, take it, prince; and if my form lie there, Then I am yours. He unlocks the golden casket.
O hell! what have we here? A carrion Death, within whose empty eye There is a written scroll! I’ll read the writing. Reads.