Speeches (Lines) for Lorenzo
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My Lord Bassanio, since you have found Antonio,
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Well, we will leave you then till dinner-time:
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Nay, we will slink away in supper-time,
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'Tis now but four o'clock: we have two hours
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I know the hand: in faith, 'tis a fair hand;
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Whither goest thou? |
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Hold here, take this: tell gentle Jessica
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Meet me and Gratiano
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I must needs tell thee all. She hath directed
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Sweet friends, your patience for my long abode;
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Lorenzo, and thy love. |
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Heaven and thy thoughts are witness that thou art. |
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Descend, for you must be my torchbearer. |
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So are you, sweet,
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Beshrew me but I love her heartily;
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I thank your honour. For my part, my lord,
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Madam, although I speak it in your presence,
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Madam, with all my heart;
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Fair thoughts and happy hours attend on you! |
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I shall grow jealous of you shortly, Launcelot, if
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I shall answer that better to the commonwealth than
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How every fool can play upon the word! I think the
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Goodly Lord, what a wit-snapper are you! then bid
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Will you cover then, sir? |
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Yet more quarrelling with occasion! Wilt thou show
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O dear discretion, how his words are suited!
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Even such a husband
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I will anon: first, let us go to dinner. |
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No, pray thee, let it serve for table-talk;
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The moon shines bright: in such a night as this,
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In such a night
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In such a night
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In such a night
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Who comes so fast in silence of the night? |
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A friend! what friend? your name, I pray you, friend? |
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Who comes with her? |
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He is not, nor we have not heard from him.
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Who calls? |
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Leave hollaing, man: here. |
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Here. |
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Sweet soul, let's in, and there expect their coming.
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The reason is, your spirits are attentive:
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That is the voice,
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Dear lady, welcome home. |
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Madam, they are not yet;
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Your husband is at hand; I hear his trumpet:
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Fair ladies, you drop manna in the way
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