As You Like It, Phebe I would not be thy executioner. I fly thee, for I would not injure thee. Thou tell'st me there is murder in mine eye: 'Tis pretty, sure, and very probable That eyes, that are the frail'st and softest things, Who shut their coward gates on atomies, Should be called tyrants, butchers, murderers. Now I do frown on thee with all my heart, And if mine eyes can wound, now let them kill thee. Now counterfeit to swound; why, not fall down; Or if thou canst not, O, for shame, for shame, Lie not, to say mine eyes are murderers.
I listened to this on repeat while practicing my monologue for this part for drama class
excellent, love her vocal inflections and gestures...one of my students are working on this monologue. I hope they do it as well as she does!
Thank you.
I feel like your eyes could kill me through the screen. Bravo
You are really talented and it was really helpful to me!!
Glad I could help!
This is very helpful because I have to recite this for my senior english class
As You Like It, Phebe
I would not be thy executioner.
I fly thee, for I would not injure thee.
Thou tell'st me there is murder in mine eye:
'Tis pretty, sure, and very probable
That eyes, that are the frail'st and softest things, Who shut their coward gates on atomies,
Should be called tyrants, butchers, murderers.
Now I do frown on thee with all my heart,
And if mine eyes can wound, now let them kill thee. Now counterfeit to swound; why, not fall down;
Or if thou canst not, O, for shame, for shame,
Lie not, to say mine eyes are murderers.
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