Open Source Shakespeare

Speeches (Lines) for Claudio
in "Measure for Measure"

Total: 35

# Act, Scene, Line
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Speech text

1

I,2,206

Fellow, why dost thou show me thus to the world?
Bear me to prison, where I am committed.

2

I,2,210

Thus can the demigod Authority
Make us pay down for our offence by weight...

3

I,2,216

From too much liberty, my Lucio, liberty:
As surfeit is the father of much fast,...

4

I,2,227

What but to speak of would offend again.

5

I,2,229

No.

6

I,2,231

Call it so.

7

I,2,233

One word, good friend. Lucio, a word with you.

8

I,2,236

Thus stands it with me: upon a true contract
I got possession of Julietta's bed:...

9

I,2,248

Unhappily, even so.
And the new deputy now for the duke—...

10

I,2,268

I have done so, but he's not to be found.
I prithee, Lucio, do me this kind service:...

11

I,2,285

I thank you, good friend Lucio.

12

I,2,287

Come, officer, away!

13

III,1,1224

The miserable have no other medicine
But only hope:...

14

III,1,1264

I humbly thank you.
To sue to live, I find I seek to die;...

15

III,1,1270

Most holy sir, I thank you.

16

III,1,1278

Now, sister, what's the comfort?

17

III,1,1286

Is there no remedy?

18

III,1,1289

But is there any?

19

III,1,1294

Perpetual durance?

20

III,1,1298

But in what nature?

21

III,1,1302

Let me know the point.

22

III,1,1311

Why give you me this shame?
Think you I can a resolution fetch...

23

III,1,1325

The prenzie Angelo!

24

III,1,1331

O heavens! it cannot be.

25

III,1,1336

Thou shalt not do't.

26

III,1,1340

Thanks, dear Isabel.

27

III,1,1342

Yes. Has he affections in him,
That thus can make him bite the law by the nose,...

28

III,1,1347

If it were damnable, he being so wise,
Why would he for the momentary trick...

29

III,1,1351

Death is a fearful thing.

30

III,1,1353

Ay, but to die, and go we know not where;
To lie in cold obstruction and to rot;...

31

III,1,1369

Sweet sister, let me live:
What sin you do to save a brother's life,...

32

III,1,1385

Nay, hear me, Isabel.

33

III,1,1390

O hear me, Isabella!

34

III,1,1411

Let me ask my sister pardon. I am so out of love
with life that I will sue to be rid of it.

35

IV,2,1951

As fast lock'd up in sleep as guiltless labour
When it lies starkly in the traveller's bones:...