Speeches (Lines) for Guiderius
in "Cymbeline"

Total: 62

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# Act, Scene, Line
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Speech text

1

III,3,1611

Hail, heaven!

2

III,3,1630

Out of your proof you speak: we, poor unfledged,
Have never wing'd from view o' the nest, nor know not...

3

III,3,1671

Uncertain favour!

4

III,6,2183

I am thoroughly weary.

5

III,6,2185

There is cold meat i' the cave; we'll browse on that,
Whilst what we have kill'd be cook'd.

6

III,6,2191

What's the matter, sir?

7

III,6,2205

Money, youth?

8

III,6,2225

Were you a woman, youth,
I should woo hard but be your groom. In honesty,...

9

III,6,2241

Would I could free't!

10

III,6,2259

Pray, draw near.

11

IV,2,2323

Go you to hunting; I'll abide with him.

12

IV,2,2334

I love thee; I have spoke it
How much the quantity, the weight as much,...

13

IV,2,2363

I could not stir him:
He said he was gentle, but unfortunate;...

14

IV,2,2380

But his neat cookery! he cut our roots
In characters,...

15

IV,2,2390

I do note
That grief and patience, rooted in him both,...

16

IV,2,2406

He is but one: you and my brother search
What companies are near: pray you, away;...

17

IV,2,2413

A thing
More slavish did I ne'er than answering...

18

IV,2,2418

To who? to thee? What art thou? Have not I
An arm as big as thine? a heart as big?...

19

IV,2,2425

No, nor thy tailor, rascal,
Who is thy grandfather: he made those clothes,...

20

IV,2,2430

Hence, then, and thank
The man that gave them thee. Thou art some fool;...

21

IV,2,2435

What's thy name?

22

IV,2,2437

Cloten, thou double villain, be thy name,
I cannot tremble at it: were it Toad, or...

23

IV,2,2444

I am sorry for 't; not seeming
So worthy as thy birth.

24

IV,2,2447

Those that I reverence those I fear, the wise:
At fools I laugh, not fear them.

25

IV,2,2471

This Cloten was a fool, an empty purse;
There was no money in't: not Hercules...

26

IV,2,2477

I am perfect what: cut off one Cloten's head,
Son to the queen, after his own report;...

27

IV,2,2484

Why, worthy father, what have we to lose,
But that he swore to take, our lives? The law...

28

IV,2,2513

With his own sword,
Which he did wave against my throat, I have ta'en...

29

IV,2,2556

Where's my brother?
I have sent Cloten's clotpoll down the stream,...

30

IV,2,2564

Is he at home?

31

IV,2,2566

What does he mean? since death of my dear'st mother
it did not speak before. All solemn things...

32

IV,2,2582

O sweetest, fairest lily!
My brother wears thee not the one half so well...

33

IV,2,2597

Where?

34

IV,2,2602

Why, he but sleeps:
If he be gone, he'll make his grave a bed;...

35

IV,2,2618

Prithee, have done;
And do not play in wench-like words with that...

36

IV,2,2624

By good Euriphile, our mother.

37

IV,2,2630

Cadwal,
I cannot sing: I'll weep, and word it with thee;...

38

IV,2,2645

Pray You, fetch him hither.
Thersites' body is as good as Ajax',...

39

IV,2,2651

Nay, Cadwal, we must lay his head to the east;
My father hath a reason for't.

40

IV,2,2654

Come on then, and remove him.

41

IV,2,2657

Fear no more the heat o' the sun,
Nor the furious winter's rages;...

42

IV,2,2669

Fear no more the lightning flash,

43

IV,2,2671

Fear not slander, censure rash;

44

IV,2,2673

[with Arviragus] All lovers young, all lovers must
Consign to thee, and come to dust.

45

IV,2,2675

No exorciser harm thee!

46

IV,2,2677

Ghost unlaid forbear thee!

47

IV,2,2679

[with Arviragus] Quiet consummation have;
And renowned be thy grave!

48

IV,2,2682

We have done our obsequies: come, lay him down.

49

IV,4,2883

The noise is round about us.

50

IV,4,2887

Nay, what hope
Have we in hiding us? This way, the Romans...

51

IV,4,2900

This is, sir, a doubt
In such a time nothing becoming you,...

52

IV,4,2919

Than be so
Better to cease to be. Pray, sir, to the army:...

53

IV,4,2934

By heavens, I'll go:
If you will bless me, sir, and give me leave,...

54

V,2,3010

[with Arviragus] Stand, stand, and fight!
[Re-enter POSTHUMUS LEONATUS, and seconds the]...

55

V,5,3517

The same dead thing alive.

56

V,5,3521

But we saw him dead.

57

V,5,3681

This is, sure, Fidele.

58

V,5,3716

Let me end the story:
I slew him there.

59

V,5,3722

I have spoke it, and I did it.

60

V,5,3724

A most incivil one: the wrongs he did me
Were nothing prince-like; for he did provoke me...

61

V,5,3757

And our good his.

62

V,5,3836

And at first meeting loved;
Continued so, until we thought he died.

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