Reading The Tragedie of Cymbeline — William Shakespeare

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Imo.

I false? Thy Conscience witnesse: Iachimo,

Thou didd'st accuse him of Incontinencie,

Thou then look'dst like a Villaine: now, me thinkes

Thy fauours good enough. Some Iay of Italy

(Whose mother was her painting) hath betraid him:

Poore I am stale, a Garment out of fashion,

And for I am richer then to hang by th'walles,

I must be ript: To peeces with me: Oh!

Mens Vowes are womens Traitors. All good seeming

By thy reuolt (oh Husband) shall be thought

Put on for Villainy; not borne where't growes,

But worne a Baite for Ladies.

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