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Scene Study (Male-Female)

BER.

They told me that your name was Fontibell.

 
 

CLEO.

I am sick and sullen.

 
 

ROS.

I will speak to him like a saucy lackey, and under that habit play the knave with him.—Do you hear, forester?

 
 

PIS.

How? of adultery? Wherefore write you not

 
 

HAM.

Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,

 
 

QUEEN.

Mischance and sorrow go along with you!

 
 

LADY M.

That which hath made them drunk hath made me bold;

 
 

LADY M.

Nought’s had, all’s spent,

 
 

ANG.

Teach her the way.

 
 

CLAUD.

Now, sister, what’s the comfort?

 
 

POR.

I pray you tarry, pause a day or two

 
 

QUICK.

Give your worship good morrow.

 
 

DEM.

I love thee not; therefore pursue me not.

 
 

BENE.

Lady Beatrice, have you wept all this while?

 
 

OTH.

It is the cause, it is the cause, my soul;

 
 

MAR.

Hail, sir! my lord, lend ear.

 
 

ANNE.

What do you tremble? are you all afraid?

 
 

ROM.

He jests at scars that never felt a wound.

 
 

PET.

I’ll attend her here,

 
 

VIO.

’Save thee, friend, and thy music! Dost thou live by thy tabor?

 
 

FLO.

These your unusual weeds to each part of you

 
 
 
 
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