O wha's the bride that cairries the bunch O'thistles blinterin' white? Her cuckold bridegroom little dreids What he sall ken this nicht.
O, beware, my lord of jealousy; It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock The meat it feeds on; that cuckold lives in bliss, Who, certain of his fate, loves not his wronger; But, O, what damned minutes tells he o'er, Who dotes, yet doubts, suspects, yet strongly loves!william shakespeare
Who would not make her husband a cuckold to make him a monarch?
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