Cut with her golden oars the silver stream,
And greedily devour the treacherous bait:
So angle we for Beatrice."
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"But Nature never fram'd a woman's heart,
Of prouder stuff than that of Beatrice."
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"And therefore certainly it were not good,
She knew his love lest she'll make sport at it."
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"But who would tell her so? If I should speak,
She would mock me into air, O she would laugh me
Out of myself, press me to death with wit."
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"She's limed I warrant you,
We have caught her Madam."
"What fire is in mine ears? Can this be true?"
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"The pleasant'st angling is to see the fish 
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