Speeches (Lines) for Ursula in "Much Ado about Nothing"
Total: 19
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1 |
II,1,498 |
I know you well enough; you are Signior Antonio.
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2 |
II,1,500 |
I know you by the waggling of your head.
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3 |
II,1,502 |
You could never do him so ill-well, unless you were
the very man. Here's his dry hand up and down: you
are he, you are he.
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4 |
II,1,506 |
Come, come, do you think I do not know you by your
excellent wit? can virtue hide itself? Go to,
mum, you are he: graces will appear, and there's an
end.
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5 |
III,1,1101 |
The pleasant'st angling is to see the fish
Cut with her golden oars the silver stream,
And greedily devour the treacherous bait:
So angle we for Beatrice; who even now
Is couched in the woodbine coverture.
Fear you not my part of the dialogue.
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6 |
III,1,1113 |
But are you sure
That Benedick loves Beatrice so entirely?
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7 |
III,1,1116 |
And did they bid you tell her of it, madam?
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8 |
III,1,1121 |
Why did you so? Doth not the gentleman
Deserve as full as fortunate a bed
As ever Beatrice shall couch upon?
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9 |
III,1,1134 |
Sure, I think so;
And therefore certainly it were not good
She knew his love, lest she make sport at it.
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10 |
III,1,1149 |
Sure, sure, such carping is not commendable.
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11 |
III,1,1159 |
Yet tell her of it: hear what she will say.
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12 |
III,1,1165 |
O, do not do your cousin such a wrong.
She cannot be so much without true judgment—
Having so swift and excellent a wit
As she is prized to have—as to refuse
So rare a gentleman as Signior Benedick.
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13 |
III,1,1172 |
I pray you, be not angry with me, madam,
Speaking my fancy: Signior Benedick,
For shape, for bearing, argument and valour,
Goes foremost in report through Italy.
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14 |
III,1,1177 |
His excellence did earn it, ere he had it.
When are you married, madam?
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15 |
III,1,1182 |
She's limed, I warrant you: we have caught her, madam.
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16 |
III,4,1492 |
I will, lady.
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17 |
III,4,1494 |
Well.
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18 |
III,4,1575 |
Madam, withdraw: the prince, the count, Signior
Benedick, Don John, and all the gallants of the
town, are come to fetch you to church.
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19 |
V,2,2496 |
Madam, you must come to your uncle. Yonder's old
coil at home: it is proved my Lady Hero hath been
falsely accused, the prince and Claudio mightily
abused; and Don John is the author of all, who is
fed and gone. Will you come presently?
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