No Fear Shakespeare
As You Like It
Get this No Fear to go!
Act 3, Scene 5, Page 6
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PHOEBE
I’ll write it straight.
The matter’s in my head and in my heart.
I will be bitter with him and passing short.
Go with me, Silvius.
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PHOEBE
I’ll write it right now—the whole thing is pressing on my mind, and on my heart. I’ll be bitter toward him, and curt. Come with me, Silvius.
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Exeunt |
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