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A Midsummer Night's Dream Helena - III ii 152
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marco
2017-08-26 02:23:17 UTC
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O spite! O hell! I see you all are bent
To set against me for your merriment:
If you we re civil and knew courtesy,
You would not do me thus much injury.
Can you not hate me, as I know you do,
But you must join in souls to mock me too?
If you were men, as men you are in show,
You would not use a gentle lady so;
To vow, and swear, and superpraise my parts,
When I am sure you hate me with your hearts.
You both are rivals, and love Hermia;
And now both rivals, to mock Helena:
A trim exploit, a manly enterprise,
To conjure tears up in a poor maid's eyes
With your derision! none of noble sort
Would so offend a virgin, and extort
A poor soul's patience, all to make you sport.


William Shakespeare
A***@germanymail.com
2017-08-26 18:40:19 UTC
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Art Neuendorffer
marco
2017-10-09 17:15:21 UTC
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Post by A***@germanymail.com
Art Neuendorffer
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