The Wanton
I know the truth. All false the oaths you swore.
Never shall lying lips deceive me more.
O perjured wanton, this your quiet sleep
And these the lonely vigils that you keep!
Has your fair Cleon? — Ah, but threats are vain:
Begone, base creature, nor return again,
But no: that were indeed your game to play:
You'd fly to meet him. Here a prisoner stay.
Never shall lying lips deceive me more.
O perjured wanton, this your quiet sleep
And these the lonely vigils that you keep!
Has your fair Cleon? — Ah, but threats are vain:
Begone, base creature, nor return again,
But no: that were indeed your game to play:
You'd fly to meet him. Here a prisoner stay.
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