No Fear Shakespeare
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Act 3, Scene 5, Page 4
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SILVIUS
Sweet Phoebe—
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SILVIUS
Sweet Phoebe—
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PHOEBE
Ha, what sayst thou, Silvius?
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PHOEBE
What? Did you say something, Silvius?
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SILVIUS
Sweet Phoebe, pity me.
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SILVIUS
Sweet Phoebe, have pity on me.
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PHOEBE
Why, I am sorry for thee, gentle Silvius.
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PHOEBE
Well, I’m sorry for you, gentle Silvius.
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SILVIUS
Wherever sorrow is, relief would be.
If you do sorrow at my grief in love,
By giving love your sorrow and my grief
Were both extermined.
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SILVIUS
But if you’re really sorry for me, you can cure me. If you’re sorry for the grief I feel in loving you, you can love me back. Then both my grief and your sorrow will be cured.
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PHOEBE
Thou hast my love. Is not that neighborly?
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PHOEBE
You have my friendship. Isn’t that enough?
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SILVIUS
I would have you.
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SILVIUS
I want you.
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PHOEBE
Why, that were covetousness.
Silvius, the time was that I hated thee,
And yet it is not that I bear thee love,
But since that thou canst talk of love so well,
Thy company, which erst was irksome to me,
I will endure, and I’ll employ thee too.
But do not look for further recompense
Than thine own gladness that thou art employed.
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PHOEBE
Well, that’s just greedy. Silvius, I used to hate you. I still don’t love you, but since you’re well-spoken when it comes to love, I’ll keep you around and make use of you. But don’t expect any more than that.
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SILVIUS
So holy and so perfect is my love,
And I in such a poverty of grace,
That I shall think it a most plenteous crop
To glean the broken ears after the man
That the main harvest reaps. Loose now and then
A scattered smile, and that I’ll live upon.
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SILVIUS
My love for you is so pure and perfect, and I’m in such a bad way, that I’ll be grateful for whatever leftover love you throw my way. Every once in a while, toss me a distracted smile, and I’ll live on that.
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PHOEBE
Know’st thou the youth that spoke to me erewhile?
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PHOEBE
Do you know the boy who was just speaking to me?
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