Reading The Winters Tale — William Shakespeare

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Pau.

I am sorry for’t;

All faults I make, when I shall come to know them,

I do repent: Alas, I haue shew’d too much

The rashnesse of a woman: he is toucht

To th’Noble heart. What’s gone, and what’s past helpe

Should be past greefe: Do not receiue affliction

At my petition; I beseech you, rather

Let me be punish’d, that haue minded you

Of what you should forget. Now (good my Liege)

Sir, Royall Sir, forgiue a foolish woman:

The loue I bore your Queene (Lo, foole againe)

Ile speake of her no more, nor of your Children:

Ile not remember you of my owne Lord,

(Who is lost too:) take your patience to you,

And Ile say nothing.

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