Wanted Biron or Mr. Darcy

Reg and I treated ourselves yesterday to a play. We went to see Love's Labor's Lost at the Onstage Theater. Was fun watching it though half of the time we didn't really understand what the actors were saying - they were speaking in Old English. For me, what added a nice touch to it was that it was set in the 1980's during EDSA revolution - something we can relate to.

Anyway... are there still guys like Biron (Barowne) from Love's Labor's Lost and Mr. Darcy from Pride and Prejudice?

Biron (Barowne) speaking of his love for Rosaline:

And I, forsooth, in love! I, that have beenlove’s whip;
A very beadle to a humorous sigh;
A critic, nay, a night-watch constable;
A domineering pedant o’er the boy;
Than whom no mortal so magnificent!
This whimpled, whining, purblind, wayward boy;
This senior-junior, giant-dwarf, Dan Cupid;
Regent of love-rhymes, lord of folded arms,
The anointed sovereign of sighs and groans,
Liege of all loiterers and malcontents,
Dread prince of plackets, king of codpieces,
Sole imperator and great general
Of trotting ’paritors:
—O my little heart:—
And I to be a corporal of his field,
And wear his colours like a tumbler’s hoop!
What, I! I love! I sue! I seek a wife!
A woman, that is like a German clock,
Still a-repairing, ever out of frame,
And never going aright, being a watch,
But being watch’d that it may still go right!
Nay, to be perjured, which is worst of all;
And, among three, to love the worst of all;
A wightly wanton with a velvet brow,
With two pitch-balls stuck in her face for eyes;
Ay, and by heaven, one that will do the deed
Though Argus were her eunuch and her guard:
And I to sigh for her!
To watch for her!
To pray for her!
Go to; it is a plague
That Cupid will impose for my neglect
Of his almighty dreadful little might.
Well, I will love, write, sigh, pray, sue and groan:
Some men must love my lady and some Joan.

Pride and Prejudice Chapter 60:

Elizabeth’s spirits soon rising to playfulness again, shewanted Mr. Darcy to account for his having ever fallen inlove with her. ‘How could you begin?’ said she. ‘I cancomprehend your going on charmingly, when you hadonce made a beginning; but what could set you off in thefirst place?’

‘I cannot fix on the hour, or the spot, or the look, orthe words, which laid the foundation. It is too long ago. I was in the middle before I knew that I HAD begun.’


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