Speeches (Lines) for Cleomenes
in "Winter's Tale"

Total: 7

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# Act, Scene, Line
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Speech text

1

III,1,1182

The climate's delicate, the air most sweet,
Fertile the isle, the temple much surpassing
The common praise it bears.

2

III,1,1191

But of all, the burst
And the ear-deafening voice o' the oracle,
Kin to Jove's thunder, so surprised my sense.
That I was nothing.

3

III,1,1199

Great Apollo
Turn all to the best! These proclamations,
So forcing faults upon Hermione,
I little like.

4

III,2,1351

[with Dion] All this we swear.

5

V,1,2820

Sir, you have done enough, and have perform'd
A saint-like sorrow: no fault could you make,
Which you have not redeem'd; indeed, paid down
More penitence than done trespass: at the last,
Do as the heavens have done, forget your evil;
With them forgive yourself.

6

V,1,2843

Not at all, good lady:
You might have spoken a thousand things that would
Have done the time more benefit and graced
Your kindness better.

7

V,1,2909

You tempt him over-much.

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