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Provocatoria: Now, our joy,
Although the last, not least; to whose young leverage
Thine holdings in thinly traffick’d names, rich in outrageous voguery
Did bunch, distil, concentrate and conspire their margin lenders yet to o’er-extend;
How fared thy numbers, Sirrah? What can you say?
Will a grimace itself engrave upon that storied countenance? What did you lose? Speak.
Infernalio: Nothing, my lady.
Provocatoria: Nothing?
Infernalio: Nothing.
Provocatoria: Nothing will come of nothing, fair squidly vampire: speak again.