DON PEDRO. Why, how now, count! wherefore are you sad?
CLAUDIO. Not sad, my lord.
DON PEDRO. How then? Sick?
CLAUDIO. Neither, my lord.
BEATRICE. The count is neither sad, nor sick, nor merry, nor well; but civil count, civil as an orange, and something of that jealous complexion.
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In Seville was he born, a pleasant city,
Famous for oranges and women—he
Who has not seen it will be much to pity,
So says the proverb—and I quite agree;
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1847, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Castles in Spain
The softer Andalusian skies
Dispelled the sadness and the gloom;
There Cadiz by the seaside lies,
And Seville's orange-orchards rise,
Making the land a paradise
Of beauty and of bloom.
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Eau de Naphre, Eau le Naphe, Fr.; Aqua naphæ, L. This article is distilled in Languedoc from the leaves of the bigarade, or bitter-orange tree, but the preparation sold in England under this name is often prepared as follows: —Orange flowers, 7 lbs.; fresh yellow peel of the bigarade or Seville orange, […]
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