Cymbeline by William Shakespeare
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2. He's a strange Fellow himselfe, and knowes it not
1. There's an Italian come, and 'tis thought one of Leonatus Friends Clot. Leonatus? A banisht Rascall; and he's another, whatsoeuer he be. Who told you of this Stranger? 1. One of your Lordships Pages Clot. Is it fit I went to looke vpon him? Is there no derogation in't? 2. You cannot derogate my Lord Clot. Not easily I thinke 2. You are a Foole graunted, therefore your Issues being foolish do not derogate Clot. Come, Ile go see this Italian: what I haue lost to day at Bowles, Ile winne to night of him. Come: go 2. Ile attend your Lordship. Enter. That such a craftie Diuell as is his Mother Should yeild the world this Asse: A woman, that Beares all downe with her Braine, and this her Sonne, Cannot take two from twenty for his heart, And leaue eighteene. Alas poore Princesse, Thou diuine Imogen, what thou endur'st, |
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