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‘SHE has got the ring! What’s this? what’s this? Schirene! art gone? Nay, surely not. She jests. Jabaster! A traitor’s head! What ho! there. Pharez, Pharez!’ |
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‘My lord.’ |
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‘Passed the Queen that way?’ |
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‘She did, my lord.’ |
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‘In tears?’ |
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‘Nay! very joyful!’ |
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‘Call Honain, quick as my thought. Honain! Honain! He waits without. I have seen the best of life, that’s very sure. My heart is cracking. She surely jests! Hah! Honain. Pardon these distracted looks. Fly to the Armoury! fly, fly!’ |
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‘For what, my lord?’ |
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‘Ay! for what, for what! My brain it wanders. Thy brother, thy
great brother, the Queen, the Queen has stolen my signet ring, that
is, I gave it her. Fly, fly! or in a word, Jabaster is no more.
He is gone. Pharez! your arm; I swoon!’ |
