ENGL 3153H Lecture Notes - Lecture 1: Twill
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Gaveston my lord i hear it whispered everywhere, That i am banished, and must fly the land. Edward "tis true sweet gaveston, o were it false, The legate of the pope will have it so, And thou must hence, or i shall be deposed, But i will reign to be revenged of them, Live where thou wilt, i"ll send thee gold enough, And long thou shalt not stay, or if thou dost, I"ll come to thee, my love shall ne"er decline. Gaveston is all my hope turned to this hell of grief. Edward rend not my heart with thy too piercing words, Thou from this land, i from myself am banished. Gaveston to go from hence, grieves not poor gaveston, But to forsake you, in whose gracious looks. Edward and only this torments my wretched soul, That whether i will or no thou must depart: And there abide till fortune call thee home.