What ! death and shame ! alike you heed them not ! Then, mercy ! use thy soft, persuasive arts, And melt this stubborn spirit ! Be it known To you, my lord, the queen hath sent me hither. Francis the first, a tragedy - Page 68by Frances Anne Kemble - 1832Full view - About this book
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