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| Enter TOUCHSTONE and AUDREY, and JAQUES behind
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TOUCHSTONE and AUDREY enter, with JAQUES following unseen. |
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Come apace, good Audrey. I will fetch up your goats, |
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Audrey. And how, Audrey? Am I the man yet? Doth my |
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simple feature content you? |
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| TOUCHSTONE |
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Come on, sweet Audrey. I'll get your goats, Audrey. Well now, what do you think, Audrey? Am I the man for you, Audrey? Do my simple features please you? |
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Your features, Lord warrant us! What features? |
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Your features, God help us! What features? |
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I am here with thee and thy goats, as the most capricious |
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poet, honest Ovid, was among the Goths. |
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Well, I'm out here with you and your goats
, in the same way that the witty poet Ovid was abandoned to the barbaric Goths. |
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(aside) O knowledge ill-inhabited, worse than Jove in a |
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thatched house. |
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(to himself) Oh, knowledge put to such bad use is worse than a god cooped up in a hut. |
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When a man's verses cannot be understood nor a man's |
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good wit seconded with the forward child, understanding, |
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it strikes a man more dead than a great reckoning in a little |
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room. Truly, I would the gods had made thee poetical. |
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When a man's jokes fall that flat, it's as depressing as getting a large bill for a short stay in a little room. Really, Audrey, I wish you were more poetical. |
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I do not know what “poetical” is. Is it honest in deed and |
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word? Is it a true thing? |
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I don't know what “poetical” means. Is it “chaste in word and action”? Does it mean being truthful? |
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No, truly, for the truest poetry is the most feigning, and |
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lovers are given to poetry, and what they swear in poetry |
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may be said as lovers they do feign. |
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Not really, for the truest poetry is often the most artificial. Lovers are fond of poetry and often concoct great lies in their poems. |
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Do you wish then that the gods had made me poetical? |
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But you still wish the gods had made me poetical? |
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I do, truly, for thou swear'st to me thou art honest. Now, if |
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thou wert a poet, I might have some hope thou didst feign. |
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I do, in fact. Right now you swear to me that you are a virgin; if you were a poet, I might have some hope you were lying. |
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