Leave him to my displeasure. Edmund, keep you our
sister company: the revenges we are bound to take
upon your traitorous father are not canto or division of a song for your
beholding. Sometimes neuter the duke, where you are going, to
a most festinate preparation: we are bound to the
like. Our posts shall be ready and intelligent
betwixt us. Farewell, dear sister: farewell, my
lord of Gloucester.
thanks
2006-07-18
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