Briton Lord

Lord
Nay, be not angry, sir.
Posthumus
’Lack, to what end?
Who dares not stand his foe, I’ll be his friend;
For if he’ll do as he is made to do,
I know he’ll quickly fly my friendship too.
You have put me into rhyme.
Lord
Farewell. You’re angry.
 He exits.
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