Reading The Winters Tale — William Shakespeare

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Cam.

O miserable Lady. But for me,

What case stand I in? I must be the poysoner

Of good Polixenes, and my ground to do’t,

Is the obedience to a Master; one,

Who in Rebellion with himselfe, will haue

All that are his, so too. To doe this deed,

Promotion followes: If I could find example

Of thousand’s that had struck anoynted Kings,

And ﬂourish’d after, Il’d not do’t: But since

Nor Brasse, nor Stone, nor Parchment beares not one,

Let Villanie it selfe forswear’t. I must

Forsake the Court: to do’t, or no, is certaine

To me a breake‑neck. Happy Starre raigne now,

Here comes Bohemia.

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