William Shakespeare

It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.

It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.

Men so noble,
However faulty, yet should find respect
For what they have been: 'tis a cruelty
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Men so noble,
However faulty, yet should find respect
For what they have been: 'tis a cruelty
To load a falling man.

Hence, bashful cunning,
And prompt me, plain and holy innocence!

Hence, bashful cunning,
And prompt me, plain and holy innocence!

Give me that man
That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him
In my heart's read more

Give me that man
That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him
In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart,
As I do thee.

(Celia:) Here come Monsieur Le Beau.
(Rosalind:) With his mouth full of news.
(Celia:) Which he will read more

(Celia:) Here come Monsieur Le Beau.
(Rosalind:) With his mouth full of news.
(Celia:) Which he will put on us as pigeons feed their young.
(Rosalind:) Then shall we be news-crammed.