Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries ; but thou hast forc'd me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes ; and thus far hear me, Cromwell, And — when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold... The plays (poems) of Shakespeare, ed. by H. Staunton, the illustr. by J ... - Page 679 by William Shakespeare - 1859 Full view -
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