Speeches (Lines) for Forester
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Princess of France. Whoe'er a' was, a' show'd a mounting mind.
Forester. Hereby, upon the edge of yonder coppice;
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Princess of France. I thank my beauty, I am fair that shoot,
Forester. Pardon me, madam, for I meant not so. |
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Princess of France. What, what? first praise me and again say no?
Forester. Yes, madam, fair. |
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Princess of France. Nay, never paint me now:
Forester. Nothing but fair is that which you inherit. |
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