Phebe - As You Like It

Think not I love him, though I ask for him;

'Tis but a peevish boy; yet he talks well.
'Tis but a peevish boy; yet he talks well.

But what care I for words? Yet words do well
But what care I for words? Yet words do well

When he that speaks them pleases those that hear.
When he that speaks them pleases those that hear.

It is a pretty youth; not very pretty; But sure he's proud;
It is a pretty youth; not very pretty; But sure he's proud;

and yet his pride becomes him. He'll make a proper man.
and yet his pride becomes him. He'll make a proper man.

The best thing in him Is his complexion; and faster
The best thing in him Is his complexion; and faster

than his tongue Did make offense, his eye did heal it up.
than his tongue Did make offense, his eye did heal it up.

He is not very tall; yet for his years he's tall.
He is not very tall; yet for his years he's tall.

His leg is but so so; and yet 'tis well.
His leg is but so so; and yet 'tis well.

There was a pretty redness in his lip, A little riper
There was a pretty redness in his lip, A little riper

and more lusty red Than that mixed in his cheek;
and more lusty red Than that mixed in his cheek;

'twas just the difference Betwixt the constant red and mingled damask.
'twas just the difference Betwixt the constant red and mingled damask.
The end

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Phebe - As You Like It

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Phebe's monologue from Act 3 Scene 5 of As You Like It

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2010-08-06T18:27:30Z

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