Reading The Tragedie of Cymbeline — William Shakespeare

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I do not like her. She doth thinke she ha's

Strange ling'ring poysons: I do know her spirit,

And will not trust one of her malice, with

A drugge of such damn'd Nature. Those she ha's,

Will stupifie and dull the Sense a‑while,

Which first (perchance) shee'l proue on Cats and Dogs,

Then afterward vp higher: but there is

No danger in what shew of death it makes,

More then the locking vp the Spirits a time,

To be more fresh, reuiuing. She is fool'd

With a most false effect: and I, the truer,

So to be false with her.

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