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16402	Dryden, John	The Works of John Dryden, now first collected in eighteen volumes. Volume 07			.txt	text/plain	125373	12884	90	_Alph._ Sir. _King._ I think thou lovest me. _King._ Soft, my old friend; Guise plots upon my life; _Gril._ 'Tis true, as thou art double-hearted: _Gril._ Thou hast lost thy honour. _King._ What shall I answer to thee, O thou balm _Mal._ At court, and near the king; 'tis true, by heaven: _King._ O villain, slave, wert thou my late-born heir, _King._ Come, duke, you were not wronged; your conscience knows _King._ It shall be so: by heaven there's life in this! _King._ O, thou hast set thy foot upon a snake! _Gril._ Yes. _King._ Hast thou not said, _King._ Thou hast done worse, in thy long course of arms. _King._ Give me thy hand; I love thee not the worse: _Dor._ Thou heard'st the tyrant's orders; guard thy life _Dor._ Too well I know thee, but for king no more. Know king, your father had, like you, a soul,	./cache/16402.txt	./txt/16402.txt