It is true that I am only a young girl, and do not know the ways of war. Explain to me how you propose to defeat ten thousand Unsullied with your five hundred. Innocent as I am, these odds seem poor to me.
Come, gentle night,
Come, loving, black-brow'd night,
Give me my Romeo;
And, when he shall die,
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face
Of heaven so fine
That all the world
Will be in love with night
And pay no worship to the garish sun.
- Shakespeare
Come, loving, black-brow'd night,
Give me my Romeo;
And, when he shall die,
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face
Of heaven so fine
That all the world
Will be in love with night
And pay no worship to the garish sun.
- Shakespeare
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