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Cym/ 4.2.102-110

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BELARIUS

No companies abroad?

ARVIRAGUS

None in the world: you did mistake him, sure.

BELARIUS

I cannot tell: long is it since I saw him,
But time hath nothing blurr’d those lines of favour
Which then he wore; the snatches in his voice,
And burst of speaking, were as his: I am absolute
‘Twas very Cloten.

ARVIRAGUS

In this place we left them:
I wish my brother make good time with him,
You say he is so fell.

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  1. ‘NOTHING’ in Shakespeare « Nothing Says:
    May 15, 2009 at 9:21 pm | Reply

    [...] (3.6.82-93); “But time hath nothing blurr’d those lines of favour” (4.2.102-110); “his humour was nothing but mutation” (4.2.131-145); “Triumphs for nothing and [...]

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