Reading The Tragedie of Cymbeline — William Shakespeare

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Pis.

Sir, my life is yours,

I humbly set it at your will: But for my Mistris,

I nothing know where she remaines: why gone,

Nor when she purposes returne. Beseech your Highnes,

Hold me your loyall Seruant.

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