Locrine: a tragedy by Algernon Charles Swinburne
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page 57 of 141 (40%)
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SABRINA. He comes today! [Exeunt SCENE II.--Troynovant. A Room in the Palace. Enter GUENDOLEN and CAMBER. GUENDOLEN. I know not, sir, what ails you to desire Such audience of me as I give. CAMBER. What ails Me, sister? Were the heart in me no higher Than his who heeds no more than harpers' tales Such griefs as set a sister's heart on fire - GUENDOLEN. Then were my brother now at rest in Wales, And royal. |
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