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Cym/ 3.6.82-93

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IMOGEN

Great men,
That had a court no bigger than this cave,
That did attend themselves and had the virtue
Which their own conscience seal’d them–laying by
That nothing gift of differing multitudes–
Could not out-peer these twain. Pardon me, gods!
I’d change my sex to be companion with them,
Since Leonatus’s false.

BELARIUS

It shall be so.
Boys, we’ll go dress our hunt. Fair youth, come in:
Discourse is heavy, fasting; when we have supp’d,
We’ll mannerly demand thee of thy story,
So far as thou wilt speak it.

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One Response to “Cym/ 3.6.82-93”

  1. ‘NOTHING’ in Shakespeare « Nothing Says:
    July 26, 2008 at 2:13 am | Reply

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