Cymbeline Page #3
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and a daughter
who he not respects at all.
Give me your pardon.
I... I spoke this to know
if your affiance were deeply rooted,
and shall make your Lord
that which he is, new o'er.
He is...
one of the truest mannered, he...
Such a holy witch
as might enchants societies unto him.
Half all men's hearts are his.
He sits among men like a descended God.
He hath a... a kind of honor about him,
sets him off more than a mortal seeming.
Be not angry, most mighty princess,
that I have adventured
your taking of a false report.
The love I bear him
made me to fan you thus.
But the gods made you,
unlike all the others.
Pray, your pardon.
All's well, sir.
Take my power in the court of yours.
I had but...
I almost forgot...
What is it?
Some dozen of us and your Lord,
the best feather in our wing,
have mingled sums to buy a present.
And I am somewhat curious
to have safe storage.
May it please you
to take it in protection?
For this night only.
I must aboard tomorrow.
Willingly.
Oh, the gentlemen are talking
And the midnight moon
is on the riverside
They're drinking up
And walking
And it is time
For me to slide
I live in another world
Where life and death are memorized
Where the earth is strung
With lovers' pearls
And all I see
Are dark eyes
I do not like her.
She doth think she has strange,
lingering poisons.
I do know her spirit, and will not trust
one of her malice.
With a drug of such damned nature.
But I feel nothing
For their game
Where beauty goes unrecognized
All I feel is heat and flame
And all I see
Are dark eyes
The French girl, she's in paradise
And a drunken man is at the wheel
Hunger pays
A heavy price
To the fallen gods
Of speed and steel
The time is short
And the days are sweet
And passion rules
The arrow that flies
A million faces
At my feet
But all I see
Are dark
Eyes
The crickets sing,
and man's over-labored sense
repairs itself by rest.
Our tarquin thus
ere he wakened
the chastity he wounded.
How bravely thou becomest
thy bed, fresh lily,
and whiter than the sheets,
that I might touch.
But kiss; one kiss.
Mmm...
But my design,
come off... come off...
On her left breast,
a mole cinque-spotted,
like the crimson drops
in the bottom of a cowslip:
Here's a voucher,
stronger than ever law could make:
think I have pick'd the lock
and taken the treasure.
No more.
To what end?
I have enough.
I live in fear.
Though this a heavenly angel...
Hell is here.
I do think I saw it this morning.
Confident I am.
Last night 'twas on mine arm.
I kissed it.
Twill not be lost.
Good morrow, fairest...
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