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To Kill A King - text


But here the children come. They have finished playing.
They have no thought at all of their mother's trouble.
What do the young know of greed?

Poor creature, she has discovered by her sufferings
What it means to have lost one's country.
I am afraid she may think of some dreadful thing,
for her heart is violent.
I know her of old and I fear her lest she may sharpen a sword and thrust to the heart.
Stealing into the palace where the bed is made.
Or even kill the king.

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