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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