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Georgian Poetry 1913-15 by Unknown
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Gormflaith:

I read a letter, Sire.


Lear:

A letter--a letter--what read you in a letter?


Gormflaith (taking another letter from her girdle):

Your words to me--my lonely joy your words ...
"If you are steady and true as your gaze "--


Lear (tearing the letter from her, crumpling it, and flinging it to the
back of the room):

Pest!
You should not carry a king's letters about,
Nor hoard a king's letters.


Gormflaith:

No, Sire.


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