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Cymbeline

Act V, Scene 1

Britain. The Roman camp.
 
POSTHUMUS LEONATUS
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      Yea* bloo|dy cloth,| I'll keep | thee: for | I am wished
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      Thou shouldst | be col|ored thus.| You mar|ried ones,
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      If each | of you | should^take | this course,| how ma||ny
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      Must^murd|er wives | much^bet|ter than | themselves
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      For wry|ing but | a little?| Oh Pi|sanio,
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      Every | good* serv|ant does | not all | commands:
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      No bond,| but to do | just ones. Gods,| if you
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      Should have / tane venge|ance on | my faults,| I never
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      Had lived | to put | on this:| so had | you saved
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      The nob|le Im|ogen,| to repent,| and struck
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      Me (wretch) more | worth your | vengeance.| But alack,
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      You snatch | some* hence | for little | faults; that's love
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      To have | them fall | no more:| you some | permit
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      To sec|ond ills | with ills,| each eld|er worse,
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      And make | them dread | it, to | the do|ers' thrift.
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      But Im|ogen | is your own,| do your / best wills,
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      And make | me blessed | to obey.| I am brought | hither
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      Among | the Ital|ian gen|try, and | to fight
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      Against | my la|dy's king|dom: 'tis | enough
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      That (Brit|ain) I | have killed | thy mist|ress: peace,
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      I'll give | no wound | to thee:| therefore | good* heavens,
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      Hear* pa|tiently | my pur|pose. I'll | disrobe || me
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      Of these | Ital|ian weeds,| and suit | myself
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      As does | a Brit|on peas|ant: so | I'll fight
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      Against | the part | I come | with: so | I'll die
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      For thee (O Imogen) even for whom my life  ????
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      Is eve|ry breath,| a death:| and thus,| unknown,
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      Pitied,| nor hat|ed, to | the face | of peril
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      Myself | I'll ded|icate.| Let me make | men^know
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      More val/or in | me, than | my hab|its show.
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      Gods, put the | strength of the | Leo|nati | in me
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      To shame | the guise | of the world,| I will | begin,
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      The fash|ion less | without,| and more | within.
 
[Exit]

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