See see, my beauty will be saved by merit!
O heresy in fair, fit for these days!
A giving hand, though foul, shall have fair praise.
But come, the bow: now mercy goes to kill,
And shooting well is then accounted ill.
Thus will I save my credit in the shoot:
Not wounding, pity would not let me do’t;
If wounding, then it was to show my skill,
That more for praise than purpose meant to kill.
And out of question so it is sometimes,
Glory grows guilty of detested crimes,
When, for fame’s sake, for praise, an outward part,
We bend to that the working of the heart;
As I for praise alone now seek to spill
The poor deer’s blood, that my heart means no ill.
Love’s Labour’s Lost, Princess of France
Film Love's Labour's Lost
Play Love's Labour's Lost
Author William Shakespeare
Role Princess of France
Actor Alicia Silverstone
Play Love's Labour's Lost
Author William Shakespeare
Role Princess of France
Actor Alicia Silverstone
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