Speeches (Lines) for Biron
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I can but say their protestation over;
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Let me say no, my liege, an if you please:
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By yea and nay, sir, then I swore in jest.
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Things hid and barr'd, you mean, from common sense? |
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Come on, then; I will swear to study so,
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Why, all delights are vain; but that most vain,
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The spring is near when green geese are a-breeding. |
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Fit in his place and time. |
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Something then in rhyme. |
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Well, say I am; why should proud summer boast
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No, my good lord; I have sworn to stay with you:
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[Reads] 'Item, That no woman shall come within a
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Let's see the penalty.
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Sweet lord, and why? |
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A dangerous law against gentility!
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So study evermore is overshot:
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Necessity will make us all forsworn
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Armado is a most illustrious wight,
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This, fellow: what wouldst? |
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This is he. |
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How low soever the matter, I hope in God for high words. |
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To hear? or forbear laughing? |
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Well, sir, be it as the style shall give us cause to
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In what manner? |
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For the following, sir? |
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As we would hear an oracle. |
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This is not so well as I looked for, but the best
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I'll lay my head to any good man's hat,
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Did not I dance with you in Brabant once? |
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I know you did. |
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You must not be so quick. |
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Your wit's too hot, it speeds too fast, 'twill tire. |
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What time o' day? |
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Now fair befall your mask! |
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And send you many lovers! |
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Nay, then will I be gone. |
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Lady, I will commend you to mine own heart. |
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I would you heard it groan. |
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Sick at the heart. |
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Would that do it good? |
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Will you prick't with your eye? |
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Now, God save thy life! |
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I cannot stay thanksgiving. |
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What's her name in the cap? |
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Is she wedded or no? |
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You are welcome, sir: adieu. |
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O, my good knave Costard! exceedingly well met. |
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What is a remuneration? |
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Why, then, three-farthing worth of silk. |
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Stay, slave; I must employ thee:
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This afternoon. |
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Thou knowest not what it is. |
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Why, villain, thou must know first. |
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It must be done this afternoon.
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And I, forsooth, in love! I, that have been love's whip;
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The king he is hunting the deer; I am coursing
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[Aside] Shot, by heaven! Proceed, sweet Cupid:
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Now, in thy likeness, one more fool appear! |
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Why, he comes in like a perjure, wearing papers. |
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One drunkard loves another of the name. |
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I could put thee in comfort. Not by two that I know:
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O, rhymes are guards on wanton Cupid's hose:
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This is the liver-vein, which makes flesh a deity,
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All hid, all hid; an old infant play.
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O most profane coxcomb! |
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By earth, she is not, corporal, there you lie. |
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An amber-colour'd raven was well noted. |
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Stoop, I say;
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Ay, as some days; but then no sun must shine. |
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Amen, so I had mine: is not that a good word? |
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A fever in your blood! why, then incision
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Once more I'll mark how love can vary wit. |
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Now step I forth to whip hypocrisy.
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Not you to me, but I betray'd by you:
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I post from love: good lover, let me go. |
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A toy, my liege, a toy: your grace needs not fear it. |
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[To COSTARD] Ah, you whoreson loggerhead! you were
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That you three fools lack'd me fool to make up the mess:
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True, true; we are four.
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Sweet lords, sweet lovers, O, let us embrace!
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Did they, quoth you? Who sees the heavenly Rosaline,
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My eyes are then no eyes, nor I Biron:
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Is ebony like her? O wood divine!
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Devils soonest tempt, resembling spirits of light.
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Your mistresses dare never come in rain,
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I'll prove her fair, or talk till doomsday here. |
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O, if the streets were paved with thine eyes,
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Nothing so sure; and thereby all forsworn. |
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'Tis more than need.
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Advance your standards, and upon them, lords;
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First, from the park let us conduct them thither;
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Allons! allons! Sow'd cockle reap'd no corn;
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[Aside to MOTH] Their eyes, villain, their eyes! |
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[Aside to MOTH] Once to behold, rogue. |
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Is this your perfectness? be gone, you rogue! |
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Nothing but peace and gentle visitation. |
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Tell her, we measure them by weary steps. |
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We number nothing that we spend for you:
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White-handed mistress, one sweet word with thee. |
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Nay then, two treys, and if you grow so nice,
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One word in secret. |
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Thou grievest my gall. |
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Therefore meet. |
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By heaven, all dry-beaten with pure scoff! |
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This fellow pecks up wit as pigeons pease,
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See where it comes! Behavior, what wert thou
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This jest is dry to me. Fair gentle sweet,
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I am a fool, and full of poverty. |
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O, I am yours, and all that I possess! |
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I cannot give you less. |
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Where? when? what vizard? why demand you this? |
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Thus pour the stars down plagues for perjury.
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Yet I have a trick
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Our states are forfeit: seek not to undo us. |
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Peace! for I will not have to do with you. |
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Speak for yourselves; my wit is at an end. |
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Neither of either; I remit both twain.
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Lo, he is tilting straight! Peace! I have done.
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What, are there but three? |
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And three times thrice is nine. |
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Is not nine. |
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By Jove, I always took three threes for nine. |
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How much is it? |
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Art thou one of the Worthies? |
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Go, bid them prepare. |
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We are shame-proof, my lord: and tis some policy
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A right description of our sport, my lord. |
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Why ask you? |
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There is five in the first show. |
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The pedant, the braggart, the hedge-priest, the fool
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Well said, old mocker: I must needs be friends
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My hat to a halfpenny, Pompey proves the best Worthy. |
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Your nose smells 'no' in this, most tender-smelling knight. |
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Pompey the Great,— |
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Take away the conqueror, take away Alisander. |
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A kissing traitor. How art thou proved Judas? |
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Well followed: Judas was hanged on an elder. |
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Because thou hast no face. |
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A Death's face in a ring. |
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Saint George's half-cheek in a brooch. |
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Ay, and worn in the cap of a tooth-drawer.
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False; we have given thee faces. |
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An thou wert a lion, we would do so. |
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For the ass to the Jude; give it him:—Jud-as, away! |
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Hide thy head, Achilles: here comes Hector in arms. |
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This cannot be Hector. |
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A lemon. |
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Greater than great, great, great, great Pompey!
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Pompey is moved. More Ates, more Ates! stir them
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Ay, if a' have no man's blood in's belly than will
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What reason have you for't? |
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Worthies, away! the scene begins to cloud. |
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Honest plain words best pierce the ear of grief;
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[And what to me, my love? and what to me? |
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Studies my lady? mistress, look on me;
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To move wild laughter in the throat of death?
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A twelvemonth! well; befall what will befall,
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Our wooing doth not end like an old play;
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That's too long for a play. |