Life Is a Dream by Pedro Calderón de la Barca
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page 56 of 114 (49%)
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And you, Clotaldo, sworn it? And the Why
And Wherefore are to follow by and bye! And yet--and yet--why wait for that which you Who take your oath on it can answer--and Indeed it presses hard upon my brain-- What I was asking of these gentlemen When you came in upon us; how it is That I--the Segismund you know so long No longer than the sun that rose to-day Rose--and from what you know-- Rose to be Prince of Poland? CLO. So to be Acknowledged and entreated, Sir. SEG. So be Acknowledged and entreated-- Well--But if now by all, by some at least So known--if not entreated--heretofore-- Though not by you--For, now I think again, Of what should be your attestation worth, You that of all my questionable subjects Who knowing what, yet left me where I was, You least of all, Clotaldo, till the dawn Of this first day that told it to myself? CLO. Oh, let your Highness draw the line across |
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