A Tragedy

October 7, 2008
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Act three, scene one
A room in the castle
She stood alone on the stage
“O, what a noble mind is here o’erthrown!
The courtier’s, soldier’s, scholar’s, eye, tongue,”
she tripped over her tongue
“The glass of fashion – no – the rose,”
her cheeks turned rosy
and she stood there helplessly,
she “of ladies most deject and wretched”
“O, woe is me!”





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