Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries ; but thou hast forced 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 of William Shakespeare: With Notes of Various Commentators - Page 260
by William Shakespeare - 1806
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