Speeches (Lines) for Costard
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Sir, the contempts thereof are as touching me. |
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The matter is to me, sir, as concerning Jaquenetta.
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In manner and form following, sir; all those three:
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As it shall follow in my correction: and God defend
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Such is the simplicity of man to hearken after the flesh. |
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Not a word of Costard yet. |
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It may be so: but if he say it is so, he is, in
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Be to me and every man that dares not fight! |
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Of other men's secrets, I beseech you. |
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Me? |
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Me? |
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Still me? |
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O, me! |
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With a wench. |
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Sir, I confess the wench. |
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I do confess much of the hearing it but little of
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I was taken with none, sir: I was taken with a damsel. |
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This was no damsel, neither, sir; she was a virgin. |
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If it were, I deny her virginity: I was taken with a maid. |
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This maid will serve my turn, sir. |
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I had rather pray a month with mutton and porridge. |
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I suffer for the truth, sir; for true it is, I was
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Well, sir, I hope, when I do it, I shall do it on a
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I am more bound to you than your fellows, for they
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Let me not be pent up, sir: I will fast, being loose. |
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Well, if ever I do see the merry days of desolation
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Nay, nothing, Master Moth, but what they look upon.
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No enigma, no riddle, no l'envoy; no salve in the
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The boy hath sold him a bargain, a goose, that's flat.
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True, and I for a plantain: thus came your
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Thou hast no feeling of it, Moth: I will speak that l'envoy:
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Till there be more matter in the shin. |
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O, marry me to one Frances: I smell some l'envoy,
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True, true; and now you will be my purgation and let me loose. |
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My sweet ounce of man's flesh! my incony Jew!
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Pray you, sir, how much carnation ribbon may a man
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Marry, sir, halfpenny farthing. |
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I thank your worship: God be wi' you! |
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When would you have it done, sir? |
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Well, I will do it, sir: fare you well. |
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I shall know, sir, when I have done it. |
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I will come to your worship to-morrow morning. |
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Gardon, O sweet gardon! better than remuneration,
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God dig-you-den all! Pray you, which is the head lady? |
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Which is the greatest lady, the highest? |
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The thickest and the tallest! it is so; truth is truth.
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I have a letter from Monsieur Biron to one Lady Rosaline. |
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I told you; my lord. |
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From my lord to my lady. |
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From my lord Biron, a good master of mine,
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By my troth, most pleasant: how both did fit it! |
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Indeed, a' must shoot nearer, or he'll ne'er hit the clout. |
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Then will she get the upshoot by cleaving the pin. |
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She's too hard for you at pricks, sir: challenge her to bowl. |
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By my soul, a swain! a most simple clown!
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Marry, master schoolmaster, he that is likest to a hogshead. |
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Have with thee, my girl. |
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Some certain treason. |
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Nay, it makes nothing, sir. |
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Of Dun Adramadio, Dun Adramadio. |
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Walk aside the true folk, and let the traitors stay. |
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O, they have lived long on the alms-basket of words.
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An I had but one penny in the world, thou shouldst
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O Lord, sir, they would know
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No, sir; but it is vara fine,
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Not so, sir; under correction, sir; I hope it is not so.
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Under correction, sir, we know whereuntil it doth amount. |
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O Lord, sir, it were pity you should get your living
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O Lord, sir, the parties themselves, the actors,
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It pleased them to think me worthy of Pompion the
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We will turn it finely off, sir; we will take
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I Pompey am,— |
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I Pompey am,— |
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I Pompey am, Pompey surnamed the Big— |
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It is, 'Great,' sir:—
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'Tis not so much worth; but I hope I was perfect: I
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Your servant, and Costard. |
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[To SIR NATHANIEL] O, sir, you have overthrown
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The party is gone, fellow Hector, she is gone; she
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Faith, unless you play the honest Troyan, the poor
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Then shall Hector be whipped for Jaquenetta that is
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I will not fight with a pole, like a northern man:
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I'll do it in my shirt. |
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