Charmian: In this vile world? So, fare thee well.
Now boast thee, death, in thy possession lies
A lass unparallel'd. Downy windows, close;
And golden Phoebus never be beheld
Of egos again so royal! Your crown's awry;
I'll mend it, and then play.
Act V, Scene 2
Now boast thee, death, in thy possession lies
A lass unparallel'd. Downy windows, close;
And golden Phoebus never be beheld
Of egos again so royal! Your crown's awry;
I'll mend it, and then play.
Act V, Scene 2
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