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CORIN
That is the way to make her scorn you still.
CORIN
What you’re doing is the way to make her scorn you continually.

SILVIUS
O Corin, that thou knew’st how I do love her!
SILVIUS
Oh, Corin, I wish you could understand how much I love her!

CORIN
I partly guess, for I have loved ere now.
CORIN
I’m sure I can guess. I have been in love too, you know.

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SILVIUS
No, Corin, being old, thou canst not guess,
Though in thy youth thou wast as true a lover
As ever sighed upon a midnight pillow.
But if thy love were ever like to mine—
As sure I think did never man love so—
How many actions most ridiculous
Hast thou been drawn to by thy fantasy?
SILVIUS
No Corin, since you’re old, you cannot guess—even if you were as dedicated a lover in your youth as there ever was, sighing and mooning all night long. If your love was anything like mine—and I’m sure that no man has loved as I love now—exactly how many ridiculous actions did your fantasizing lead you to?

CORIN
Into a thousand that I have forgotten.
CORIN
Oh, a thousand of them, all of which I’ve forgotten.



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SILVIUS
Oh, thou didst then ne'er love so heartily.
If thou rememb’rest not the slightest folly
That ever love did make thee run into,
Thou hast not loved.
Or if thou hast not sat as I do now,
Wearying thy hearer in thy mistress’s praise,
Thou hast not loved.
Or if thou hast not broke from company
Abruptly, as my passion now makes me,
Thou hast not loved.
O Phoebe, Phoebe, Phoebe!
SILVIUS
Oh, then you never loved as wholeheartedly as me. If you can’t remember the stupidest little thing love made you do, you haven’t loved. Or if you haven’t sat as I do now, boring your listener with all your lover’s virtues, then you haven’t loved. Or if you haven’t broken away from human company, as my feelings now lead me to do, you haven’t loved. O Phoebe, Phoebe, Phoebe!
Exit
He exits.


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ROSALIND
Alas, poor shepherd, searching of thy wound,
I have by hard adventure found mine own.
ROSALIND
Oh, poor shepherd! Listening to you speak of your wounded heart reminds me of my own pain.

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As You Like It (No Fear Shakespeare)