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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