Reading The Winters Tale — William Shakespeare

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Pol.

I doe beleeue thee:

I saw his heart in’s face. Giue me thy hand,

Be Pilot to me, and thy places shall

Still neighbour mine. My Ships are ready, and

My people did expect my hence departure

Two dayes agoe. This Iealousie

Is for a precious Creature: as shee’s rare,

Must it be great; and, as his Person’s mightie,

Must it be violent: and, as he do’s conceiue,

He is dishonor’d by a man, which euer

Profess’d to him: why his Reuenges must

In that be made more bitter. Feare ore‑shades me:

Good Expedition be my friend, and comfort

The gracious Queene, part of his Theame; but nothing

Of his ill‑ta’ne suspition. Come Camillo,

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