Loves Labour Lost by William Shakespeare
page 37 of 128 (28%)
page 37 of 128 (28%)
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Brag. But O, but O
Boy. The Hobbie-horse is forgot Bra. Cal'st thou my loue Hobbi-horse Boy. No Master, the Hobbie-horse is but a Colt, and and your Loue perhaps, a Hacknie: but haue you forgot your Loue? Brag. Almost I had Boy. Negligent student, learne her by heart Brag. By heart, and in heart Boy Boy. And out of heart Master: all those three I will proue Brag. What wilt thou proue? Boy. A man, if I liue (and this) by, in, and without, vpon the instant: by heart you loue her, because your heart cannot come by her: in heart you loue her, because your heart is in loue with her: and out of heart you loue her, being out of heart that you cannot enioy her Brag. I am all these three Boy. And three times as much more, and yet nothing at all |
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