Speeches (Lines) for Second Lord
in "Cymbeline"

Total: 20

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# Act, Scene, Line
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Speech text

1

I,2,240

[Aside] No, 'faith; not so much as his patience.

2

I,2,243

[Aside] His steel was in debt; it went o' the
backside the town.

3

I,2,246

[Aside] No; but he fled forward still, toward your face.

4

I,2,249

[Aside] As many inches as you have oceans. Puppies!

5

I,2,251

[Aside] So would I, till you had measured how long
a fool you were upon the ground.

6

I,2,254

[Aside] If it be a sin to make a true election, she
is damned.

7

I,2,259

[Aside] She shines not upon fools, lest the
reflection should hurt her.

8

I,2,263

[Aside] I wish not so; unless it had been the fall
of an ass, which is no great hurt.

9

I,2,268

Well, my lord.

10

II,1,858

[Aside] If his wit had been like him that broke it,
it would have run all out.

11

II,1,862

No my lord;
[Aside]
nor crop the ears of them.

12

II,1,867

[Aside] To have smelt like a fool.

13

II,1,874

[Aside] You are cock and capon too; and you crow,
cock, with your comb on.

14

II,1,877

It is not fit your lordship should undertake every
companion that you give offence to.

15

II,1,881

Ay, it is fit for your lordship only.

16

II,1,885

[Aside] He's a strange fellow himself, and knows it
not.

17

II,1,894

You cannot derogate, my lord.

18

II,1,896

[Aside] You are a fool granted; therefore your
issues, being foolish, do not derogate.

19

II,1,900

I'll attend your lordship.
[Exeunt CLOTEN and First Lord]
That such a crafty devil as is his mother
Should yield the world this ass! a woman that
Bears all down with her brain; and this her son
Cannot take two from twenty, for his heart,
And leave eighteen. Alas, poor princess,
Thou divine Imogen, what thou endurest,
Betwixt a father by thy step-dame govern'd,
A mother hourly coining plots, a wooer
More hateful than the foul expulsion is
Of thy dear husband, than that horrid act
Of the divorce he'ld make! The heavens hold firm
The walls of thy dear honour, keep unshaked
That temple, thy fair mind, that thou mayst stand,
To enjoy thy banish'd lord and this great land!

20

II,3,1012

Here comes the king.

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