... And all the other by-dependencies, From chance to chance; but nor the time nor place Will serve our long inter'gatories. See, Posthumus anchors upon Imogen, And she, like harmless lightning, throws her eye On him, her brothers, me, her master, hitting Each object with a joy; the counterchange Is severally in all. Let's quit this ground, And smoke ... — Cymbeline • William Shakespeare [Tudor edition]
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