LIGHT. To murder you, my most gracious lord! Far is it from my heart to do you harm. The queen sent me to see how you were used, For she relents at this your misery: And what eyes can refrain from shedding tears, To see a king in this most piteous state?...
The Works of Christopher Marlowe: With Notes and Some Account of His Life ... - Page 281
by Christopher Marlowe, Alexander Dyce - 1850
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