Loves Labour Lost by William Shakespeare
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To see him walke before a Lady, and to beare her Fan.
To see him kisse his hand, and how most sweetly a will sweare: And his Page atother side, that handfull of wit, Ah heauens, it is most patheticall nit. Sowla, sowla. Exeunt. Shoote within. Enter Dull, Holofernes, the Pedant and Nathaniel. Nat. Very reuerent sport truely, and done in the testimony of a good conscience Ped. The Deare was (as you know) sanguis in blood, ripe as a Pomwater who now hangeth like a Iewell in the eare of Celo the skie; the welken the heauen, and anon falleth like a Crab on the face of Terra, the soyle, the land, the earth Curat.Nath. Truely M[aster]. Holofernes, the epythithes are sweetly varied like a scholler at the least: but sir I assure ye, it was a Bucke of the first head Hol. Sir Nathaniel, haud credo Dul. 'Twas not a haud credo, 'twas a Pricket Hol. Most barbarous intimation: yet a kinde of insinuation, as it were in via, in way of explication facere: as |
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