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Alfonso to Orsino Stay Orsino If ever freindship warm'd, or pity melted Thy heart -- I charge thee... Orsino Pity?...In thy dungeons [[underline]] Sir [[/underline]] I forgot the meaning of that word. -- For ten long years no gentle accents soothed me No tears with mine were mixed, - no bosom sighed That anguish tortur'd mine. King king thou know'st not How solitude [[underline]] makes the soul [[/underline]] stern & savage.-- Orsino to Cesario [[deletion]] [[unclear]] [[/deletion]] The wrong'd subject hates the ungrateful master But the World's freind, -- must love the patriot king. Cesario-- What, bless the man who thought you treacherous base Ungrateful?...
