GUENDOLEN. GUENDOLEN. Thou dost not ill to call me not thy wife. LOCRINE. LOCRINE. My sister wellnigh wast thou once: and now— GUENDOLEN. GUENDOLEN. Thy sister never I: my brother thou. LOCRINE. LOCRINE. How shall man sound this riddle? Read it me. GUENDOLEN. GUENDOLEN. As loves a sister, never loved I thee. LOCRINE. LOCRINE. Not when we played as twinborn child with child? GUENDOLEN. GUENDOLEN.
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