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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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