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Good Sir, do not hector me thus,
I tell you, I dislike your tone,
By which right do you spew forth this fuss,
Bullying me while I'm on my own!
Tell me your news in less violent speech,
Lower your voice, Sir, if you will,
There is no need for you to screech, 
No soldier I, young sir, for you to drill!
If evil tidings bring you here,
Deliver them to me, then go,
I doubt whether I should interfere,
But I suppose you'd better let me know.
If messenger should be your destined role,
Fulfil your duties with more self-control.

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