As You Like It

Think not I love him, though I ask for h...

Phoebe

As You Like It

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Basics


Character
Gender
Female
Age Range
Young Adult, Adult
Style
Comedic
Length
Medium
Time Period
Classical
Show Type
Play


Monologue Text

Think not I love him, though I ask for him;
'Tis but a peevish boy; yet he talks well.
But what care I for words? Yet words do well
When he that speaks them pleases those that hear.
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. The best thing in him
Is his complexion; and faster than his tongue
Did make offense, his eye did heal it up.




There be some women, Silvius, had they marked him
Betwixt the constant red and mingled damask. Than that mixed in his cheek; 'twas just the difference Than that mixed in his cheek; 'twas just the difference
Betwixt the constant red and mingled damask. In parcels as I did, would have gone near There be some women, Silvius, had they marked him
In parcels as I did, would have gone near I have more cause to hate him than to love him; For what had he to do to chide at me?
And, now I am rememb'red, scorned at me.
I have more cause to hate him than to love him; He said mine eyes were black and my hair black; For what had he to do to chide at me?
He said mine eyes were black and my hair black;
And, now I am rememb'red, scorned at me.
I marvel why I answered not again.
But that's all one; omittance is no quittance.
I'll write to him a very taunting letter,
And thou shalt bear it. Wilt thou, Silvius?



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