SILVIA:
SWEET PHOEBE
DON’T SNUB ME
SAY THAT YOU LOVE ME NOT
BUT MUST YOU BE THIS COLD?
YOUR DARK EYES THROW A DART
THROUGH THE BULLSEYE OF MY HEART
YOU KNOW I WANT YOU SO
CAN’T YOU JUST LET ME DOWN EASY?
‘STEAD YOU SCORN ME
YOU TAUNT ME
YOU RIDICULE AND HAUNT ME
YOU PHOEBE ME
YOU PHOEBE ME
YOU PHOEBE ME
WHY YOU GOTTA PHOEBE ME?
YOU PHOEBE ME
YOU PHOEBE ME
WHY YOU GOTTA PHOEBE ME?
PHOEBE:
YOU SAY MY GLANCE IS LETHAL
BUT GIRL, I KNOW YOU’RE LYING
CAUSE I’M GIVING YOU A DEATH STARE
[PHOEBE shoots SILVIA a death stare.]
AND I DON’T SEE YOU DYING!
SILVIA:
LOVE INJURIES AREN’T THE KIND YOU CAN SEE BLEED
IF ONLY YOU KNEW WHAT IT’S LIKE TO BE PHOEBE’D!
[ROSALIND, as Ganymede, inserts herself into their argument.]
ROSALIND:
SWEET PHOEBE
EXCUSE ME
YOU SHOULD BE THANKING GOD
FOR SENDING SUCH A CATCH
YOU FOUND A GOOD SPOT, SO PARK IT
SELL WHEN YOU CAN, CAUSE YOU’RE NOT FOR ALL MARKETS
[To SILVIA]
AND YOU, WHY DO YOU WANT HER SO?
SHE PHOEBES YOU
SHE PHOEBES YOU
SHE PHOEBES YOU
DON’T YOU LET HER PHOEBE YOU
YOU BETTER LOSE THE ROSE-COLORED LENS YOU SEE HER THROUGH
DON’T YOU LET HER PHOEBE YOU
PHOEBE:
SWEET YOUTH
I’D RATHER HEAR YOU CHIDE
THAN THIS WOMAN WOO!
ROSALIND:
WHAT?
ME?
NO!
YOU SAY MY WORDS ARE TEMPTING
BUT GIRL YOU’RE WAY OFF TRACK
SO IF YOU TRY AND COURT ME
I’MA PHOEBE YOU RIGHT BACK!
I PHOEBE YOU
SILVIA:
[To ROSALIND]
YOU PHOEBE WHO?
ROSALIND:
[To SILVIA]
SHE PHOEBES YOU
SILVIA:
WHY YOU GOTTA PHOEBE TOO?
ROSALIND:
Tis such fools as you that makes the world full of ill-favored children!
[ROSALIND storms off with CELIA and THE CORINS in tow.]
PHOEBE:
SWEET FELLA
HE SNUBBED ME
HE SAID HE LOVES ME NOT
BUT MUST HE BE THIS COLD?
OH I WANT HIM SO
WHY DOES HIS DISREGARD PLEASE ME?
HE SCORNS ME
HE TAUNTS ME
HE RIDICULES AND HAUNTS ME
SILVIA:
DON’T YOU SEE?
HE PHOEBES YOU
HE PHOEBES YOU
HE PHOE-
PHOEBE:
[ignoring/interrupting SILVIA]
I’ll write to him a very taunting letter, and thou shalt bear it.
Wilt thou, Silvia?
SILVIA:
Phoebe, with all my heart.
[PHOEBE exits, leaving SILVIA alone.]
SILVIA:
YOU PHOEBE ME
YOU PHOEBE ME
YOU PHOEBE ME
WHY YOU GOTTA PHOEBE ME LIKE YOU DO?
I WISH YOU’D PHOEBE ME
THE WAY I PHOEBE YOU
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