Speeches (Lines) for Shakespeare
in "Lover's Complaint"

Total: 47

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# Act, Scene, Line
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1

I,1,1

From off a hill whose concave womb reworded
A plaintful story from a sistering vale,...

2

I,1,8

Upon her head a platted hive of straw,
Which fortified her visage from the sun,...

3

I,1,15

Oft did she heave her napkin to her eyne,
Which on it had conceited characters,...

4

I,1,22

Sometimes her levell'd eyes their carriage ride,
As they did battery to the spheres intend;...

5

I,1,29

Her hair, nor loose nor tied in formal plat,
Proclaim'd in her a careless hand of pride...

6

I,1,36

A thousand favours from a maund she drew
Of amber, crystal, and of beaded jet,...

7

I,1,43

Of folded schedules had she many a one,
Which she perused, sigh'd, tore, and gave the flood;...

8

I,1,50

These often bathed she in her fluxive eyes,
And often kiss'd, and often 'gan to tear:...

9

I,1,57

A reverend man that grazed his cattle nigh—
Sometime a blusterer, that the ruffle knew...

10

I,1,64

So slides he down upon his grained bat,
And comely-distant sits he by her side;...

11

I,1,71

'Father,' she says, 'though in me you behold
The injury of many a blasting hour,...

12

I,1,78

'But, woe is me! too early I attended
A youthful suit—it was to gain my grace—...

13

I,1,85

'His browny locks did hang in crooked curls;
And every light occasion of the wind...

14

I,1,92

'Small show of man was yet upon his chin;
His phoenix down began but to appear...

15

I,1,99

'His qualities were beauteous as his form,
For maiden-tongued he was, and thereof free;...

16

I,1,106

'Well could he ride, and often men would say
'That horse his mettle from his rider takes:...

17

I,1,114

'But quickly on this side the verdict went:
His real habitude gave life and grace...

18

I,1,121

'So on the tip of his subduing tongue
All kinds of arguments and question deep,...

19

I,1,128

'That he did in the general bosom reign
Of young, of old; and sexes both enchanted,...

20

I,1,135

'Many there were that did his picture get,
To serve their eyes, and in it put their mind;...

21

I,1,142

'So many have, that never touch'd his hand,
Sweetly supposed them mistress of his heart....

22

I,1,149

'Yet did I not, as some my equals did,
Demand of him, nor being desired yielded;...

23

I,1,156

'But, ah, who ever shunn'd by precedent
The destined ill she must herself assay?...

24

I,1,163

'Nor gives it satisfaction to our blood,
That we must curb it upon others' proof;...

25

I,1,170

'For further I could say 'This man's untrue,'
And knew the patterns of his foul beguiling;...

26

I,1,177

'And long upon these terms I held my city,
Till thus he gan besiege me: 'Gentle maid,...

27

I,1,184

'All my offences that abroad you see
Are errors of the blood, none of the mind;...

28

I,1,191

'Among the many that mine eyes have seen,
Not one whose flame my heart so much as warm'd,...

29

I,1,198

'Look here, what tributes wounded fancies sent me,
Of paled pearls and rubies red as blood;...

30

I,1,205

'And, lo, behold these talents of their hair,
With twisted metal amorously impleach'd,...

31

I,1,212

'The diamond,—why, 'twas beautiful and hard,
Whereto his invised properties did tend;...

32

I,1,219

'Lo, all these trophies of affections hot,
Of pensived and subdued desires the tender,...

33

I,1,226

'O, then, advance of yours that phraseless hand,
Whose white weighs down the airy scale of praise;...

34

I,1,233

'Lo, this device was sent me from a nun,
Or sister sanctified, of holiest note;...

35

I,1,240

'But, O my sweet, what labour is't to leave
The thing we have not, mastering what not strives,...

36

I,1,247

'O, pardon me, in that my boast is true:
The accident which brought me to her eye...

37

I,1,254

'How mighty then you are, O, hear me tell!
The broken bosoms that to me belong...

38

I,1,261

'My parts had power to charm a sacred nun,
Who, disciplined, ay, dieted in grace,...

39

I,1,268

'When thou impressest, what are precepts worth
Of stale example? When thou wilt inflame,...

40

I,1,276

'Now all these hearts that do on mine depend,
Feeling it break, with bleeding groans they pine;...

41

I,1,283

'This said, his watery eyes he did dismount,
Whose sights till then were levell'd on my face;...

42

I,1,290

'O father, what a hell of witchcraft lies
In the small orb of one particular tear!...

43

I,1,297

'For, lo, his passion, but an art of craft,
Even there resolved my reason into tears;...

44

I,1,304

'In him a plenitude of subtle matter,
Applied to cautels, all strange forms receives,...

45

I,1,311

'That not a heart which in his level came
Could 'scape the hail of his all-hurting aim,...

46

I,1,318

'Thus merely with the garment of a Grace
The naked and concealed fiend he cover'd;...

47

I,1,325

'O, that infected moisture of his eye,
O, that false fire which in his cheek so glow'd,...

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