A Most Horrible Fate

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Must I play

The fool’s game

And tell you 

Only lies?

Must I be

Your pawn

In chess—

And me start to

Despise?

To weave a web

Most counterfeit,

To tell a spider’s

Tale . . .

To say whatever

Pleases you

Though it causes me

To ail?

To play Regan

And Goneril

Though Cordelia

Be my heart . . .

I hear that

Lies

Most honor you—

And I must do

My part!

To differ

Makes me

Traitor.

To differ

Rends me

Gone.

To speak up

Names me

Rebel.

You’d rather

I pull

Con?

What matter of man

Are you—

That this request 

You make?

I cannot call

You genuine

I must conclude

You fake.

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