Speeches (Lines) for Rosalind
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Dear Celia, I show more mirth than I am mistress of; and
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Well, I will forget the condition of my estate, to
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From henceforth I will, coz, and devise sports.
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What shall be our sport, then? |
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I would we could do so; for her benefits are mightily
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Nay; now thou goest from Fortune's office to Nature's:
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Indeed, there is Fortune too hard for Nature, when
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Where learned you that oath, fool? |
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Ay, marry, now unmuzzle your wisdom. |
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With his mouth full of news. |
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Then shall we be news-cramm'd. |
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As wit and fortune will. |
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Thou losest thy old smell. |
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Yet tell us the manner of the wrestling. |
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With bills on their necks: 'Be it known unto all men by
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Alas! |
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But is there any else longs to see this broken music in
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Is yonder the man? |
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Ay, my liege; so please you give us leave. |
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Young man, have you challeng'd Charles the wrestler? |
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Do, young sir; your reputation shall not therefore be
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The little strength that I have, I would it were with
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Fare you well. Pray heaven I be deceiv'd in you! |
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Now, Hercules be thy speed, young man! |
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O excellent young man! |
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My father lov'd Sir Rowland as his soul,
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Gentleman, [Giving him a chain from her neck]
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He calls us back. My pride fell with my fortunes;
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Have with you. Fare you well. |
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Not one to throw at a dog. |
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Then there were two cousins laid up, when the one should
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No, some of it is for my child's father. O, how full of
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I could shake them off my coat: these burs are in my
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I would try, if I could cry 'hem' and have him. |
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O, they take the part of a better wrestler than myself. |
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The Duke my father lov'd his father dearly. |
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No, faith, hate him not, for my sake. |
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Let me love him for that; and do you love him because I
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Me, uncle? |
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I do beseech your Grace,
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Yet your mistrust cannot make me a traitor.
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So was I when your Highness took his dukedom;
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I have more cause. |
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That he hath not. |
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Why, whither shall we go? |
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Alas, what danger will it be to us,
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Were it not better,
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I'll have no worse a name than Jove's own page,
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But, cousin, what if we assay'd to steal
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O Jupiter, how weary are my spirits! |
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I could find in my heart to disgrace my man's apparel,
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Well, this is the Forest of Arden. |
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Ay, be so, good Touchstone. Look you, who comes here, a
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Alas, poor shepherd! searching of thy wound,
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Thou speak'st wiser than thou art ware of. |
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Jove, Jove! this shepherd's passion
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Peace, fool; he's not thy kinsman. |
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Peace, I say. Good even to you, friend. |
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I prithee, shepherd, if that love or gold
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What is he that shall buy his flock and pasture? |
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I pray thee, if it stand with honesty,
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'From the east to western Inde,
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Out, fool! |
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Peace, you dull fool! I found them on a tree. |
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I'll graff it with you, and then I shall graff it with a
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Peace!
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O most gentle Jupiter! What tedious homily of love have
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O, yes, I heard them all, and more too; for some of them
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Ay, but the feet were lame, and could not bear themselves
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I was seven of the nine days out of the wonder before you
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Is it a man? |
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I prithee, who? |
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Nay, but who is it? |
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Nay, I prithee now, with most petitionary vehemence, tell
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Good my complexion! dost thou think, though I am
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Is he of God's making? What manner of man?
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Why, God will send more if the man will be thankful. Let
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Nay, but the devil take mocking! Speak sad brow and true
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Orlando? |
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Alas the day! what shall I do with my doublet and hose?
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But doth he know that I am in this forest, and in man's
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It may well be call'd Jove's tree, when it drops forth
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Proceed. |
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Though it be pity to see such a sight, it well becomes
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O, ominous! he comes to kill my heart. |
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Do you not know I am a woman? When I think, I must speak.
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'Tis he; slink by, and note him. |
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[Aside to CELIA] I will speak to him like a saucy lackey,
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I pray you, what is't o'clock? |
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Then there is no true lover in the forest, else sighing
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By no means, sir. Time travels in divers paces with
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Marry, he trots hard with a young maid between the
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With a priest that lacks Latin and a rich man that hath
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With a thief to the gallows; for though he go as softly
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With lawyers in the vacation; for they sleep between term
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With this shepherdess, my sister; here in the skirts of
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As the coney that you see dwell where she is kindled. |
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I have been told so of many; but indeed an old religious
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There were none principal; they were all like one another
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No; I will not cast away my physic but on those that are
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There is none of my uncle's marks upon you; he taught me
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A lean cheek, which you have not; a blue eye and sunken,
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Me believe it! You may as soon make her that you love
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But are you so much in love as your rhymes speak? |
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Love is merely a madness; and, I tell you, deserves as
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Yes, one; and in this manner. He was to imagine me his
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I would cure you, if you would but call me Rosalind, and
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Go with me to it, and I'll show it you; and, by the way,
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Nay, you must call me Rosalind. Come, sister, will you
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Never talk to me; I will weep. |
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But have I not cause to weep? |
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His very hair is of the dissembling colour. |
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I' faith, his hair is of a good colour. |
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And his kissing is as full of sanctity as the touch of
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But why did he swear he would come this morning, and
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Do you think so? |
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Not true in love? |
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You have heard him swear downright he was. |
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I met the Duke yesterday, and had much question with him.
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O, come, let us remove!
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[Advancing] And why, I pray you? Who might be your
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He's fall'n in love with your foulness, and she'll fall
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I pray you do not fall in love with me,
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They say you are a melancholy fellow. |
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Those that are in extremity of either are abominable
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Why then, 'tis good to be a post. |
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A traveller! By my faith, you have great reason to be
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And your experience makes you sad. I had rather have a
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Farewell, Monsieur Traveller; look you lisp and wear
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Break an hour's promise in love! He that will divide a
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Nay, an you be so tardy, come no more in my sight. I had
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Ay, of a snail; for though he comes slowly, he carries
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Why, horns; which such as you are fain to be beholding to
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And I am your Rosalind. |
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Come, woo me, woo me; for now I am in a holiday humour,
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Nay, you were better speak first; and when you were
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Then she puts you to entreaty, and there begins new
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Marry, that should you, if I were your mistress; or I
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Not out of your apparel, and yet out of your suit.
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Well, in her person, I say I will not have you. |
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No, faith, die by attorney. The poor world is almost six
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By this hand, it will not kill a fly. But come, now I
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Yes, faith, will I, Fridays and Saturdays, and all. |
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Ay, and twenty such. |
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Are you not good? |
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Why then, can one desire too much of a good thing? Come,
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You must begin 'Will you, Orlando'- |
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Ay, but when? |
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Then you must say 'I take thee, Rosalind, for wife.' |
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I might ask you for your commission; but- I do take thee,
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Now tell me how long you would have her, after you have
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Say 'a day' without the 'ever.' No, no, Orlando; men are
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By my life, she will do as I do. |
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Or else she could not have the wit to do this. The wiser,
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Nay, you might keep that check for it, till you met your
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Marry, to say she came to seek you there. You shall never
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Alas, dear love, I cannot lack thee two hours! |
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Ay, go your ways, go your ways. I knew what you would
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By my troth, and in good earnest, and so God mend me, and
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Well, Time is the old justice that examines all such
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O coz, coz, coz, my pretty little coz, that thou didst
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No; that same wicked bastard of Venus, that was begot of
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How say you now? Is it not past two o'clock?
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Patience herself would startle at this letter,
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Come, come, you are a fool,
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Why, 'tis a boisterous and a cruel style;
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She Phebes me: mark how the tyrant writes. [Reads]
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'Why, thy godhead laid apart,
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Do you pity him? No, he deserves no pity. Wilt thou love
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I am. What must we understand by this? |
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But, to Orlando: did he leave him there,
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Was't you he rescu'd? |
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But for the bloody napkin? |
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I would I were at home. |
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I do so, I confess it. Ah, sirrah, a body would think
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Counterfeit, I assure you. |
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So I do; but, i' faith, I should have been a woman by
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I shall devise something; but, I pray you, commend my
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God save you, brother. |
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O, my dear Orlando, how it grieves me to see thee wear
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I thought thy heart had been wounded with the claws of a
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Did your brother tell you how I counterfeited to swoon
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O, I know where you are. Nay, 'tis true. There was never
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Why, then, to-morrow I cannot serve your turn for
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I will weary you, then, no longer with idle talking. Know
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By my life, I do; which I tender dearly, though I say I
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I care not if I have. It is my study
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And I for no woman. |
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And I for no woman. |
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And so am I for no woman. |
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Why do you speak too, 'Why blame you me to love you?' |
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Pray you, no more of this; 'tis like the howling of Irish
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Patience once more, whiles our compact is urg'd:
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And you say you will have her when I bring her? |
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You say you'll marry me, if I be willing? |
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But if you do refuse to marry me,
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You say that you'll have Phebe, if she will? |
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I have promis'd to make all this matter even.
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[To DUKE] To you I give myself, for I am yours.
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I'll have no father, if you be not he;
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It is not the fashion to see the lady the epilogue; but
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