The Classics, Shakespeare, Imogen, soliloquy, Cymbeline, Act 111 Sc 4
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false to his bed. What is it? To be false? To lie and watch there and to think on him to weep Twix, clock and clock. If sleep charge nature to break it with a fearful dream of him and cry myself awake. That's false to his bed. Is it? Oh, yeah. Chemo. Thou doest accuse him of incontinence. See thou then Looks like a villain now. Methinks thy favours good enough. Some J of Italy had betrayed him. Poor I am stale. A garment out of fashion. I must be ripped to pieces with me. Oh, men's vows are women's traitors. Come, fellow, do the master's bidding. And when thou seest him a little witness, my obedience Look, I draw the sword myself. Take it and hit the innocent mansion of my love My heart Fear not. It is empty now of all things but grief.