Speeches (Lines) for Boyet
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Now, madam, summon up your dearest spirits:
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Proud of employment, willingly I go. |
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Navarre had notice of your fair approach;
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So please your grace, the packet is not come
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The heir of Alencon, Katharine her name. |
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A woman sometimes, an you saw her in the light. |
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She hath but one for herself; to desire that were a shame. |
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Her mother's, I have heard. |
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Good sir, be not offended.
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Not unlike, sir, that may be. |
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Rosaline, by good hap. |
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To her will, sir, or so. |
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Farewell to me, sir, and welcome to you. |
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And every jest but a word. |
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I was as willing to grapple as he was to board. |
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And wherefore not ships?
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So you grant pasture for me. |
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Belonging to whom? |
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If my observation, which very seldom lies,
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With that which we lovers entitle affected. |
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Why, all his behaviors did make their retire
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But to speak that in words which his eye hath
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Do you hear, my mad wenches? |
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What then, do you see? |
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You are too hard for me. |
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I know not; but I think it was not he. |
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Do not curst wives hold that self-sovereignty
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Here comes a member of the commonwealth. |
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I am bound to serve.
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'By heaven, that thou art fair, is most infallible;
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I am much deceived but I remember the style. |
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This Armado is a Spaniard, that keeps here in court;
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Who is the suitor? who is the suitor? |
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Ay, my continent of beauty. |
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My lady goes to kill horns; but, if thou marry,
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And who is your deer? |
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But she herself is hit lower: have I hit her now? |
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So I may answer thee with one as old, that was a
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An I cannot, cannot, cannot,
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A mark! O, mark but that mark! A mark, says my lady!
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An if my hand be out, then belike your hand is in. |
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I fear too much rubbing. Good night, my good owl. |
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O, I am stabb'd with laughter! Where's her grace? |
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Prepare, madam, prepare!
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Under the cool shade of a sycamore
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They do, they do: and are apparell'd thus.
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Why, that contempt will kill the speaker's heart,
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The trumpet sounds: be mask'd; the maskers come.
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Beauties no richer than rich taffeta. |
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True; out indeed. |
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They will not answer to that epithet;
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What would you with the princess? |
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Nothing but peace and gentle visitation. |
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She says, you have it, and you may be gone. |
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They say, that they have measured many a mile
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If to come hither you have measured miles,
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She hears herself. |
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The tongues of mocking wenches are as keen
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Tapers they are, with your sweet breaths puff'd out. |
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Madam, and pretty mistresses, give ear:
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They will, they will, God knows,
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Fair ladies mask'd are roses in their bud;
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Ladies, withdraw: the gallants are at hand. |
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Gone to her tent. Please it your majesty
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I will; and so will she, I know, my lord. |
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Full merrily
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You lie, you are not he. |
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With libbard's head on knee. |
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Your nose says, no, you are not for it stands too right. |
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Most true, 'tis right; you were so, Alisander. |
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To make Judas hang himself. |
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A cittern-head. |
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The pommel of Caesar's falchion. |
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Therefore, as he is an ass, let him go.
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A light for Monsieur Judas! it grows dark, he may stumble. |
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But is this Hector? |
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No; he is best endued in the small. |
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[Aside to DUMAIN] Loves her by the foot,— |
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Renowned Pompey! |
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True, and it was enjoined him in Rome for want of
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