Marisa...Marisa...Marisa...O! My lady speaks! She spake of my name!O! My lady speaks! She spake of my name!O, speak of it again, my lady!O Marisa, Marisa! Wherefore art thou Kirisame?O Marisa, Marisa! Wherefore art thou Kirisame?I have deny'd my family, and if thou wilt, refuse my name of Kirisame!Yeah... that's sort of how Shakespearean grammar works.I have deny'd my family, and if thou wilt, refuse my name of Kirisame!Yeah... that's sort of how Shakespearean grammar works.Lady, speak of those forbidden words, if thou wouldst!I will say it again, however many times thou wouldst require!I will say it again, however many times thou wouldst require!Oh, Marisa! How I love thee! How I dote on thee!This is a reference to A Midsummer Night's Dream, Act 4, Scene 1 instead.Oh, Marisa! How I love thee! How I dote on thee!This is a reference to A Midsummer Night's Dream, Act 4, Scene 1 instead.Twice, twice she hath said! I doff my name of Kirisame, and henceforth I never will be Marisa!What man art thou that, thus bescreened in night,
so stumblest on my counsel? What is thy name?Oh, that I were a glove upon my lady's hand,That I might touch that cheek!That I might touch that cheek!
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