Speeches (Lines) for Cloten
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If my shirt were bloody, then to shift it. Have I hurt him? |
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The villain would not stand me. |
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I would they had not come between us. |
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And that she should love this fellow and refuse me! |
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Come, I'll to my chamber. Would there had been some
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You'll go with us? |
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Nay, come, let's go together. |
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Was there ever man had such luck! when I kissed the
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When a gentleman is disposed to swear, it is not for
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Whoreson dog! I give him satisfaction?
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I am not vexed more at any thing in the earth: a
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Sayest thou? |
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No, I know that: but it is fit I should commit
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Why, so I say. |
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A stranger, and I not know on't! |
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Leonatus! a banished rascal; and he's another,
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Is it fit I went to look upon him? is there no
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Not easily, I think. |
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Come, I'll go see this Italian: what I have lost
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It would make any man cold to lose. |
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Winning will put any man into courage. If I could
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I would this music would come: I am advised to give
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So, get you gone. If this penetrate, I will
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I am glad I was up so late; for that's the reason I
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I have assailed her with music, but she vouchsafes no notice. |
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Senseless! not so. |
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If she be up, I'll speak with her; if not,
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A gentleman. |
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Yes, and a gentlewoman's son. |
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Your lady's person: is she ready? |
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There is gold for you;
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Good morrow, fairest: sister, your sweet hand. |
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Still, I swear I love you. |
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This is no answer. |
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To leave you in your madness, 'twere my sin:
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Do you call me fool? |
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You sin against
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The south-fog rot him! |
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'His garment!' Now the devil— |
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'His garment!' |
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You have abused me:
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I will inform your father. |
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I'll be revenged:
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There be many Caesars,
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Come, there's no more tribute to be paid: our
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We have yet many among us can gripe as hard as
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[with Lords] We do. |
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His majesty bids you welcome. Make
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Receive it friendly; but from this time forth
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'Tis all the better;
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That man of hers, Pisanio, her old servant,
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'Tis certain she is fled.
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I love and hate her: for she's fair and royal,
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Where is thy lady? Or, by Jupiter,—
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Where is she, sir? Come nearer;
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All-worthy villain!
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Let's see't. I will pursue her
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Hum! |
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Sirrah, is this letter true? |
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It is Posthumus' hand; I know't. Sirrah, if thou
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Wilt thou serve me? for since patiently and
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Give me thy hand; here's my purse. Hast any of thy
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The first service thou dost me, fetch that suit
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Meet thee at Milford-Haven!—I forgot to ask him one
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How long is't since she went to Milford-Haven? |
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Bring this apparel to my chamber; that is the second
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I am near to the place where they should meet, if
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I cannot find those runagates; that villain
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Soft! What are you
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Thou art a robber,
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Thou villain base,
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Thou precious varlet,
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Thou injurious thief,
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Cloten, thou villain. |
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To thy further fear,
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Art not afeard? |
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Die the death:
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