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But Nature never framed a woman's heart
Of prouder stuff than that of Beatrice;
Disdain and scorn ride sparkling in her
eyes,
Misprising what they look on, and her
wit
Values itself so highly that to her
All matter else seems weak: she cannot
love,
Nor take no shape nor project of affection,
She is so self-endeared.
Hero, 3:1, Much Ado About Nothing,
William Shakespeare. |
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