Count Alarcos; a Tragedy by Earl of Beaconsfield Benjamin Disraeli
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O! father mine, before thy reverend knees
Ere this we twain have knelt. I:4:29 KING. Forbear, my child; Or can it be my daughter doth not know He is no longer free? I:4:30 SOL. The power that bound him, That bondage might dissolve? To holy church Thou hast given great alms? I:4:31 KING. There's more to gain thy wish, If more would gain it; but it cannot be, Even were he content. I:4:32 SOL. He is content. I:4:33 KING. Hah! I:4:34 SOL. For he loves me still. I:4:35 KING. I would do much To please thee. I'm prepared to bear the brunt |
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