What?
Alex.
And gave’t your pardon?
Soemus.
And, that despite, extolled him and defended?
Then the mere harboured thought upon your hurt
Was a more heinous thing than the wrought deed
On any woman else!
Mar.
Come to my feast! etc.
What?
Alex.
And gave’t your pardon?
Soemus.
And, that despite, extolled him and defended?
Then the mere harboured thought upon your hurt
Was a more heinous thing than the wrought deed
On any woman else!
Mar.
Come to my feast! etc.