The document is a soliloquy from someone who feels they are not physically attractive or proportioned for romance and courtship. They feel they lack "love's majesty" and are "rudely stamped" and "curtailed of fair proportion", unsuited for "sportive tricks" or courting reflections in a looking glass. In contrast, they describe how war now takes delight in music and dance instead of battles.
The document is a soliloquy from someone who feels they are not physically attractive or proportioned for romance and courtship. They feel they lack "love's majesty" and are "rudely stamped" and "curtailed of fair proportion", unsuited for "sportive tricks" or courting reflections in a looking glass. In contrast, they describe how war now takes delight in music and dance instead of battles.
The document is a soliloquy from someone who feels they are not physically attractive or proportioned for romance and courtship. They feel they lack "love's majesty" and are "rudely stamped" and "curtailed of fair proportion", unsuited for "sportive tricks" or courting reflections in a looking glass. In contrast, they describe how war now takes delight in music and dance instead of battles.
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The Complete Comedies of William Shakespeare: All's Well That Ends Well; As You Like It; The Comedy Of Errors; Love's Labour's Lost; Measure For Measure; The Merchant Of Venice