Shakespeare
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- O, she that hath a heart of that fine frame To pay this debt of love but to a brother, how will she love when he rich golden shaft Hath killed the flock of all affections...
- A brother's dead love, which she would keep fresh and lasting her sad remembrance
- Scene 1 Act 1
- That were hard to compass Because she will admit no kind of suit, No, not the duke's
- For such disguise as haply shall become The form of my intent. I'll serve this duke. Thou shall present me as an eunuch to him.
- Scene 1 Act 2
- He’s a very fool and a prodigal.
- He hath indeed all, most natural, for, besides that he’s a fool, he’s a great quarreller
- Fie, that you’ll say so! He plays o’ th’ viol-de-gamboys, and speaks three or four languages word for word without book, and hath all the good gifts of nature.
- Scene 1 Act 2
- Unfold the passion of my love. Surprise her with discourse of my dear faith
- Whoe'er I woo, myself would be his wife
- Act 1 Scene 4
- Your lord does not know my mind. I cannot love him.
- With adorations, fertile tears, with groans that thunder love, with signs of fire.
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