Rosamund, queen of the Lombards, a tragedy  by Algernon Charles Swinburne
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			Hearken.  Is she, thy queen, a peer of mine? ALMACHILDES. She wears no crown but heaven's about her head - No gold that was not born upon her brows Transfigures or disfigures them. She is not A peer of thine. ROSAMUND. He answers well. ALBOVINE. He answers Ill--as the spirit of shamelessness might speak. ALMACHILDES. Shameless are they that lie. I lie not. ALBOVINE. Boy, Tempt not the rod. ALMACHILDES. The rod that man may wield |  | 


 
