As You Like It by William Shakespeare
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that the Lunacie is so ordinarie, that the whippers are in
loue too: yet I professe curing it by counsel Orl. Did you euer cure any so? Ros. Yes one, and in this manner. Hee was to imagine me his Loue, his Mistris: and I set him euerie day to woe me. At which time would I, being but a moonish youth, greeue, be effeminate, changeable, longing, and liking, proud, fantastical, apish, shallow, inconstant, ful of teares, full of smiles; for euerie passion something, and for no passion truly any thing, as boyes and women are for the most part, cattle of this colour: would now like him, now loath him: then entertaine him, then forswear him: now weepe for him, then spit at him; that I draue my Sutor from his mad humor of loue, to a liuing humor of madnes, w was to forsweare the ful stream of y world, and to liue in a nooke meerly Monastick: and thus I cur'd him, and this way wil I take vpon mee to wash your Liuer as cleane as a sound sheepes heart, that there shal not be one spot of Loue in't Orl. I would not be cured, youth Ros. I would cure you, if you would but call me Rosalind, and come euerie day to my Coat, and woe me Orlan. Now by the faith of my loue, I will; Tel me where it is Ros. Go with me to it, and Ile shew it you: and by |
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