Speeches (Lines) for First Lord
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Joy and all comfort in your sacred breast! |
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They are, my liege;
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He had need mean better than his outward show
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See, not a man in private conference
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Follow me, then. Lord Helicane, a word. |
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Know that our griefs are risen to the top,
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Wrong not yourself, then, noble Helicane;
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To wisdom he's a fool that will not yield;
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Sir,
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