Cymbeline by William Shakespeare
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Pisa. Madam, a Noble Gentleman of Rome, Comes from my Lord with Letters Iach. Change you, Madam: The Worthy Leonatus is in safety, And greetes your Highnesse deerely Imo. Thanks good Sir, You're kindly welcome Iach. All of her, that is out of doore, most rich: If she be furnish'd with a mind so rare She is alone th' Arabian-Bird; and I Haue lost the wager. Boldnesse be my Friend: Arme me Audacitie from head to foote, Or like the Parthian I shall flying fight, Rather directly fly Imogen reads. He is one of the Noblest note, to whose kindnesses I am most infinitely tied. Reflect vpon him accordingly, as you value your trust. Leonatus. So farre I reade aloud. But euen the very middle of my heart Is warm'd by'th' rest, and take it thankefully. You are as welcome (worthy Sir) as I Haue words to bid you, and shall finde it so In all that I can do |
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