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Scene 15 Lines 4-8

I chose this passage because of how passionately Rose feels for Lacy in that she will throw everything (her reputation) away for love. I liked the idea that she wasn't desperate for love in the general sense, but she was desperate for Lacy, and she was willing to do anything for him. To me it made their dynamic more interesting. 

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Sweet Lacy

“Rose: Sweet Lacy, since fair Opportunity 

Offers herself to further our escape, 

Let not too overfond esteem of me

Hinder that happy hour. Invent the means,

and Rose will follow thee through all the world.” 

Scene 15 Lines 4-8

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Scene 9 Lines 5-15

I chose these lines because I admired Rose for seeing through Hammon’s bogus superfluous claims of love for her. Even though typically, women swoon at such declarations of love, I really liked that she was confident enough to call him out for being ridiculous! 

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boy bye

“ Rose: Can it be possible you love me so? 

No, no; within those eyeballs I espy 

Apparent likelihoods of flattery. 

Pray now, let go of my hand. 

Hammon: Sweet Mistress Rose, 

Misconstrue not my words, nor misconceive 

Of my affection, whose devoted soul

Swears that I love thee dearer than my heart.

Rose: As dear as your own heart? I judge it right: 

Men love their hearts best when they’re out of sight.

Hammon: I love you, by this hand.

Rose:  [withdrawing her hand]  Yet hands off, now. 

If flesh be frail, how weak and frail’s your vow?” 

Scene 9 Lines 5-15

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Scene 2 Lines 1-7

I chose these lines from Rose because she is the nightingale described in the Epistle. Her description of the flowers, particularly the personification of the gillyflowers, brought to mind a delicate kind of imagery that encapsulates the tenderness of her heart that only a first love can bring. 

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blushing gillyflowers

“Here sit thou down upon this flow’ry bank,

And make a garland for thy Lacy’s head.

These pinks, these roses, and these violets,

These blushing gillyflowers, these marigolds,

The fair embroidery of his coronet,

Carry not half such beauty in their cheeks

As the sweet count’nance of my Lacy doth.” 

- Rose Oatley Scene 2: Lines 1-7

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Can you divide the body from the soul, Yet make the body live?

Thomas Dekker, The Shoemaker’s Holiday (via jubileestrut)

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