The Sentimentalists by George Meredith
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page 39 of 43 (90%)
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As husband.
ASTRAEA: Arden! we are lost. ARDEN: Astraea! Support him! Though I knew not his design, It plants me in mid-heaven. Would it were Not you, but I to bear the shock. My love! We lost, you cry; you join me with you lost! The truth leaps from your heart: and let it shine To light us on our brilliant battle day And victory ASTRAEA: Who betrayed me! HOMEWARE: Who betrayed? Your voice, your eyes, your veil, your knife and fork; Your tenfold worship of your widowhood; As he who sees he must yield up the flag, Hugs it oath-swearingly! straw-drowningly. To be reasonable: you sent this gentleman Referring him to me . . . . ASTRAEA: And that is false. All's false. You have conspired. I am disgraced. |
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