Shakespeare monologue- As You Like It Phebe
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
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as you like it by William, Shakespeare. Act three, Scene 5, Phoebe, think. Not that I love him, though I ask for him. Tis a peevish boy. And yet he talks well. But what care I for words. Yet words do well when he that speaks them pleases those that here it is. A pretty youth, not very pretty, but sure he's proud, and yet his pride becomes him. He'll make a proper man. The best thing in him is his complexion and faster than his tongue. Did make offense. His eyes did heal it up. He's not very tall yet for his years. He's tall, his leg is, but so so and yet. Tis well, there's a pretty redness in his lip, a little riper and more lusty red than that mixed in his cheek towards just the difference betwixt the constant red and mingled damask! There be some women Sylvia's, had they marked him in parcels as I did, I would have gone near to fall in love with him. But for my part, I love him not nor hate him not. And yet I have more reason to hate him than to love him. For what had he to do to chide me! He said. My eyes were black, and my hair black, and now I am remembered scorned at me. I marvel. Why I answer not again, but that's all. One. A minute is no quick rinse! I'll write him a very taunting letter, and thou wilt, Barrett! Will thou Sylvia's