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Unformatted text preview: 170 And the true blood which peepeth fairly through't, 171 Do plainly give you out an unstain'd shepherd, 172 With wisdom I might fear, my Doricles, 173 You woo'd me the false way. 174 Florizel I think you have 175 As little skill to fear as I have purpose 176. skill: reason. To put you to't. But come; our dance, I pray: 177 Your hand, my Perdita: so turtles pair, 178. turtles: turtledoves (symbolic of constancy in love). That never mean to part. 179 Perdita I'll swear for 'em. 180 Polixenes This is the prettiest low-born lass that ever 181 Ran on the green-sord: nothing she does or seems 182. green-sord: greensward. But smacks of something greater than herself, 183 Too noble for this place. 184 Camillo He tells her something 185 That makes her blood look out: good sooth, she is 186. makes. ..on't: makes her blush. Most editors emend on't to out. Good sooth: in truth....
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This note was uploaded on 11/18/2011 for the course HIST 302 taught by Professor Jensic during the Summer '10 term at Purdue University.
- Summer '10