ROSALIND. Come, come, you are a fool, And turn'd into the extremity of love. I saw her hand; she has a leathern hand, A freestone-colour'd hand; I verily did think That her old gloves were on, but 'twas her hands; She has a huswife's hand - but that's no matter. I say she never did invent this letter: This is a man's invention, and his hand.

Come Come You Are a Fool

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