Speeches (Lines) for Silvius
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O Corin, that thou knew'st how I do love her! |
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No, Corin, being old, thou canst not guess,
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O, thou didst then never love so heartily!
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Sweet Phebe, do not scorn me; do not, Phebe.
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O dear Phebe,
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Sweet Phebe. |
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Sweet Phebe, pity me. |
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Wherever sorrow is, relief would be.
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I would have you. |
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10 |
So holy and so perfect is my love,
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Not very well; but I have met him oft;
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Phebe, with all my heart. |
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13 |
My errand is to you, fair youth;
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No, I protest, I know not the contents;
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Sure, it is hers. |
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So please you, for I never heard it yet;
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Call you this railing? |
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Call you this chiding? |
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It is to be all made of sighs and tears;
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It is to be all made of faith and service;
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It is to be all made of fantasy,
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If this be so, why blame you me to love you? |
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I'll not fail, if I live. |
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Though to have her and death were both one thing. |
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