twelfth night act 2 scene 4
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- once more cesario get thee yond same soverighn cruelty
- there is no womans sides can bide the beating of so strong appassionas love dothgive my heart no womans heart between that love a woman can bear me and that i owe
- it cannot be so answered
- Sooth,but some lady,as pherhaps there is hath for your love a great a pang of heart As you have for olivia you cannot love her so then tell her not then answered
- but she cannot love you sir
- And what's her history
- What dost thou know?
- Too well what love women to men may owe;In faith, they are as trueof heart as we. My father had a daughter loved a man, As it might be, perphaps, were I a wmoen, I should your lordship
- But died thy sister of her love, my boy?
- I am all the daughters of my father's house, And all the brothers too: and yet I know not.
- A blank, my lord. She never told her love, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought, Smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed We man may say more, swear more: but indeed Our shows are more than will; for still we prove Much in our vows, but little in our love.
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