The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction - Volume 19, No. 539, March 24, 1832 by Various
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QUEEN (_throwing off her veil._)
I am that woman! BOURBON (_starting up._) You, by the holy mass! I scorn your proffers; Is there no crimson blush to tell of fame And shrinking womanhood! Oh shame! shame! shame! (_The Queen remains clasping her hands to her temples, while _De Bourbon_ walks hastily up and down; after a long pause the _Queen_ speaks._) (_The _Queen_ summons her Confessor._) _Enter _GONZALES. Sir, we have business with this holy father; You may retire. BOURBON. Confusion! QUEEN. Are we obeyed? BOURBON (_aside._) |
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