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Loves Labour Lost by William Shakespeare
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Kin. No Diuell will fright thee then so much as shee

Duma. I neuer knew man hold vile stuffe so deere

Lon. Looke, heer's thy loue, my foot and her face see

Ber. O if the streets were paued with thine eyes,
Her feet were much too dainty for such tread

Duma. O vile, then as she goes what vpward lyes?
The street should see as she walk'd ouer head

Kin. But what of this, are we not all in loue?
Ber. O nothing so sure, and thereby all forsworne

Kin. Then leaue this chat, & good Berown now proue
Our louing lawfull, and our fayth not torne

Dum. I marie there, some flattery for this euill

Long. O some authority how to proceed,
Some tricks, some quillets, how to cheat the diuell

Dum. Some salue for periurie,
Ber. O 'tis more then neede.
Haue at you then affections men at armes,
Consider what you first did sweare vnto:
To fast, to study, and to see no woman:
Flat treason against the Kingly state of youth.
Say, Can you fast? your stomacks are too young:
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