Reading The Tragedie of Cymbeline — William Shakespeare

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Pisa.

My Lord,

Now feare is from me, Ile speake troth. Lord Cloten

Vpon my Ladies missing, came to me

With his Sword drawne, foam'd at the mouth, and swore

If I discouer'd not which way she was gone,

It was my instant death. By accident,

I had a feigned Letter of my Masters

Then in my pocket, which directed him

To seeke her on the Mountaines neere to Milford,

Where in a frenzie, in my Masters Garments

(Which he inforc'd from me) away he postes

With vnchaste purpose, and with oath to violate

My Ladies honor, what became of him,

I further know not.

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