Love's Labour's Lost by William Shakespeare
page 109 of 169 (64%)
page 109 of 169 (64%)
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And so may you, for a light heart lives long.
ROSALINE. What's your dark meaning, mouse, of this light word? KATHARINE. A light condition in a beauty dark. ROSALINE. We need more light to find your meaning out. KATHARINE. You'll mar the light by taking it in snuff; Therefore I'll darkly end the argument. ROSALINE. Look what you do, you do it still i' the dark. KATHARINE. So do not you; for you are a light wench. ROSALINE. Indeed, I weigh not you; and therefore light. KATHARINE. You weigh me not? O! that's you care not for me. ROSALINE. Great reason; for 'past cure is still past care.' |
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