Reading The Tragedie of Cymbeline — William Shakespeare

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Imo.

I see a mans life is a tedious one,

I haue tyr'd my selfe: and for two nights together

Haue made the ground my bed. I should be sicke,

But that my resolution helpes me: Milford,

When from the Mountaine top, Pisanio shew'd thee,

Thou was't within a kenne. Oh Ioue, I thinke

Foundations flye the wretched: such I meane,

Where they should be releeu'd. Two Beggers told me,

I could not misse my way. Will poore Folkes lye

That haue Afflictions on them, knowing 'tis

A punishment, or Triall? Yes; no wonder,

When Rich‑ones scarse tell true. To lapse in Fulnesse

Is sorer, then to lye for Neede: and Falshood

Is worse in Kings, then Beggers. My deere Lord,

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