Speeches (Lines) for Cleomenes in "Winter's Tale"
Total: 7
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Act, Scene, Line
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Speech text |
1 |
III,1,1182 |
The climate's delicate, the air most sweet,
Fertile the isle, the temple much surpassing
The common praise it bears.
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2 |
III,1,1191 |
But of all, the burst
And the ear-deafening voice o' the oracle,
Kin to Jove's thunder, so surprised my sense.
That I was nothing.
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3 |
III,1,1199 |
Great Apollo
Turn all to the best! These proclamations,
So forcing faults upon Hermione,
I little like.
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4 |
III,2,1351 |
[with Dion] All this we swear.
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5 |
V,1,2820 |
Sir, you have done enough, and have perform'd
A saint-like sorrow: no fault could you make,
Which you have not redeem'd; indeed, paid down
More penitence than done trespass: at the last,
Do as the heavens have done, forget your evil;
With them forgive yourself.
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6 |
V,1,2843 |
Not at all, good lady:
You might have spoken a thousand things that would
Have done the time more benefit and graced
Your kindness better.
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7 |
V,1,2909 |
You tempt him over-much.
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