AS YOU LIKE PHEBE MONOLOUGE monolouge with modern translation 2.0 / 5 based on 1 rating ? Drama & Theatre StudiesASAll boards Created by: jacCreated on: 13-06-12 11:34 Think not I love him, though I ask for him; 'Tis but a peevish boy; yet he talks well But what care I for words? Yet words do well When he that speaks them please those that hear. 1 of 10 Don’t think I’m in love with him just because I’m asking about him. He’s an irritable boy, though he speaks well. But what do I care about words? And yet, words are a good thing when the man speaking them is pleasant to listen to. 2 of 10 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 eye did heal it up. 3 of 10 He’s good-looking, but not too good-looking. He’s awfully proud, but his pride suits him. He’ll grow up to be a proper man. The best thing about him is his complexion: as fast as he offends me with words, his pretty face heals the wound 4 of 10 He is not very tall; yet for his year's he's tall. His leg is but so so; and yet 'tis well. There was a pretty redness in his lip, A little riper and more lusty red Than that mixed in his cheek; 'twas just the difference Betwixt the constant red and mingled damask. 5 of 10 He’s not very tall, but he’s tall enough for his age. His legs aren’t great, but they’re alright. His lips were nice and red, a little more lively and passionate than the red that was in his cheeks—one was pure red and the other more pink. 6 of 10 There be some women, Silvius, had they marked him In parcels as I did, 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 cause to hate him than to love him; For what had he to do to chide at me? 7 of 10 There are women out there, Silvius, who would have nearly fallen in love with him after inspecting him as closely as I have. But I don’t love him or hate him—though I suppose I have more reason to hate him than love him. What right did he have to scold me like that? 8 of 10 He said mine eyes were black and my hair black; And, now I am rememb'red, scorned at me. I marvel why I answered not again. But that's all one; omittance is no quittance. I'll write to him a very taunting letter, And thou shalt bear it. Wilt thou, Silvius? 9 of 10 He said my eyes and my hair were black and, now that I think of it, he scorned me. I’m surprised I didn’t bite back. But no matter—I’ll get back at him soon enough. I’ll write him a taunting letter, and you can deliver it. Will you do that for me, Silvius? 10 of 10
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