Reading Twelfe Night, or What You Will — William Shakespeare

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Val.

So please my Lord, I might not be admitted,

But from her handmaid do returne this answer:

The Element it selfe, till seuen yeares heate,

Shall not behold her face at ample view:

But like a Cloystresse she will vailed walke,

And water once a day her Chamber round

With eye‑offending brine: all this to season

A brothers dead loue, which she would keepe fresh

And lasting, in her sad remembrance.

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