... Now, my warrior guests, I drink to the onward passage of his soul Death. Had my hand turned coward or played me false, This man that is my hand, and less than I And less than he bloodguilty, this my death Had been my husband's: now he has left it me. [Drinks. How innocent are all but he and I No time is mine to tell you. Truth shall tell. I pardon thee, my husband: ... — Rosamund, Queen of the Lombards • Algernon Charles Swinburne
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