A DREAM OF FAIR WOMEN.
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xxxii.
One sitting on a crimson scarf unroll'd;
A queen, with swarthy cheeks and bold black eyes,
Brow-bound with burning gold.
xxxiii.
"I govern'd men by change, and so I sway'd
All moods. 'Tis long since I have seen a man.
Once, like the moon, I made
xxxiv.
According to my humour ebb and flow.
I have no men to govern in this wood:
That makes my only woe.
xxxv.
One will; nor tame and tutor with mine eye
That dull cold-blooded Cæsar. Prythee, friend,
Where is Mark Antony?
