Locrine: A Tragedy
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Ill then should fare thy lord—if heaven be just, And lies be lies, and lawless love be lust.

GUENDOLEN.

GUENDOLEN.

Thou liest. I know my lord and thee. Thou liest.

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If he be true and truth be false, I lie.

GUENDOLEN.

GUENDOLEN.

Thou art lowest of all men born—while he sits highest.

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Ay—while he sits. How long shall he sit high?

GUENDOLEN.

GUENDOLEN.

If I but whisper him of thee, thou diest.

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I fear not, if till then secure am I.


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