I've been too passionate. Vent. You thought me false; Thought my old age betrayed you. Kill me, sir; Pray, kill me; yet you need not, your unkindness Has left your sword no work. Ant. I did not think so; I said it in my rage: pr'ythee, forgive me. Why... The Works of John Dryden: Now First Collected in Eighteen Volumes ... - Page 337 by John Dryden - 1808 Full view -
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