Locrine: a tragedy by Algernon Charles Swinburne
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GUENDOLEN. Ay--women's faith is water. Then, by men's - LOCRINE. Yea--by Locrine's, and not by Guendolen's - GUENDOLEN. Swear thou didst never love me more than now. LOCRINE. I swear it--not when first we kissed. And thou? GUENDOLEN. I cannot give thee back thine oath again. LOCRINE. If now love wane within thee, lived it then? GUENDOLEN. I said not that it waned. I would not swear - LOCRINE. |
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