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SCENE I. -- GILES COREY's farm. Morning. Enter COREY, with a horseshoe and a hammer.
COREY. / The Lord hath prospered me. The rising sun / Shines on my Hundred Acres and my woods / As if he loved them. On a morn like this / I can forgive mine enemies, and thank God / For all his goodness unto me and mine. / My orchard groans with russets and pearmains; / My ripening corn shines golden in the sun; / My barns are crammed with hay, my cattle thrive / The birds sing blithely on the trees around me! / And blither than the birds my heart within me. / But Satan still goes up and down the earth; / And to protect this house from his assaults, / And keep the powers of darkness from my door, / This horseshoe will I nail upon the threshold.