Locrine: a tragedy by Algernon Charles Swinburne
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page 58 of 141 (41%)
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CAMBER. Am I less than royal here? GUENDOLEN. Even here as there alike, sir. CAMBER. Dost thou fear Nothing? GUENDOLEN. My princely cousin, not indeed Much that might hap at word or will of thine. CAMBER. Ay--meanest am I of my father's seed, If men misjudge not, cousin; and Locrine Noblest. GUENDOLEN. Should I gainsay their general rede, My heart would mock me. |
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