Locrine: a tragedy by Algernon Charles Swinburne
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page 49 of 141 (34%)
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Why this of all days yet in summer's sight?
SABRINA. My birthday! ESTRILD. That should bring him--if it may. SABRINA. May should be must: he must not be away. His faith was pledged to me as king and knight. ESTRILD. Small fear he should not keep it--if he might. SABRINA. Might! and a king's might his? do kings bear sway For nought, that aught should keep him hence till night? Why didst thou bid God help me when I sought To know but of his coming? ESTRILD. Even for nought But laughter even to think how strait a bound |
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