Locrine: a tragedy by Algernon Charles Swinburne
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CAMBER. Ill then should fare thy lord--if heaven be just, And lies be lies, and lawless love be lust. GUENDOLEN. Thou liest. I know my lord and thee. Thou liest. CAMBER. If he be true and truth be false, I lie. GUENDOLEN. Thou art lowest of all men born--while he sits highest. CAMBER. Ay--while he sits. How long shall he sit high? GUENDOLEN. If I but whisper him of thee, thou diest. CAMBER. I fear not, if till then secure am I. |
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