As You Like It

by: William Shakespeare

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PHOEBE

I’ll write it straight.
The matter’s in my head and in my heart.
150I will be bitter with him and passing short.
Go with me, Silvius.

PHOEBE

I’ll write it right now—the whole thing is pressing on my mind, and on my heart. I’ll be bitter toward him, and curt. Come with me, Silvius.
Exeunt
They exit.