Reading The Tragedie of Cymbeline — William Shakespeare

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Luc.

Consider Sir, the chance of Warre, the day

Was yours by accident: had it gone with vs,

We should not when the blood was cool, haue threatend

Our Prisoners with the Sword. But since the Gods

Will haue it thus, that nothing but our liues

May be call'd ransome, let it come: Sufficeth,

A Roman, with a Romans heart can suffer:

Augustus liues to thinke on't: and so much

For my peculiar care. This one thing onely

I will entreate, my Boy (a Britaine borne)

Let him be ransom'd: Neuer Master had

A Page so kinde, so duteous, diligent,

So tender ouer his occasions, true,

So feate, so Nurse‑like: let his vertue ioyne

With my request, which Ile make bold your Highnesse

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