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Sep. 22nd, 2005 09:09 pm![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
Seems, madam! nay it is; I know not seems.
Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother,
Nor customary suits of solemn black,
Nor windy suspiration of forced breath,
Nor the dejected 'havior of the visage,
Together with all forms, moods, shapes of grief,
That can denote me truly: these indeed seem,
For they are actions that a man might play:
But I have that within which passeth show;
These but the trappings and the suits of woe.
Well, I wanted to do the chorus to the fourth act of Henry V, but it's been too long. I got lost in between the "like a foul and ugly witch doth limp so tediously away" line and the "little touch of Harry in the night" bit. Have to go read up. I do love that speech so.