Speeches (Lines) for Pompey
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Mistress Overdone. Thus, what with the war, what with the sweat, what
Pompey. Yonder man is carried to prison. |
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Mistress Overdone. Well; what has he done? Pompey. A woman. |
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Mistress Overdone. But what's his offence? Pompey. Groping for trouts in a peculiar river. |
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Mistress Overdone. What, is there a maid with child by him? Pompey. No, but there's a woman with maid by him. You have
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Mistress Overdone. What proclamation, man? Pompey. All houses in the suburbs of Vienna must be plucked down. |
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Mistress Overdone. And what shall become of those in the city? Pompey. They shall stand for seed: they had gone down too,
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Mistress Overdone. But shall all our houses of resort in the suburbs be
Pompey. To the ground, mistress. |
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Mistress Overdone. Why, here's a change indeed in the commonwealth!
Pompey. Come; fear you not: good counsellors lack no
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Mistress Overdone. What's to do here, Thomas tapster? let's withdraw. Pompey. Here comes Signior Claudio, led by the provost to
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Angelo. Go to: what quality are they of? Elbow is your
Pompey. He cannot, sir; he's out at elbow. |
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Elbow. Ay, sir, by Mistress Overdone's means: but as she
Pompey. Sir, if it please your honour, this is not so. |
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Escalus. Do you hear how he misplaces? Pompey. Sir, she came in great with child; and longing,
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Escalus. Go to, go to: no matter for the dish, sir. Pompey. No, indeed, sir, not of a pin; you are therein in
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Froth. No, indeed. Pompey. Very well: you being then, if you be remembered,
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Froth. Ay, so I did indeed. Pompey. Why, very well; I telling you then, if you be
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Froth. All this is true. Pompey. Why, very well, then,— |
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Escalus. Come, you are a tedious fool: to the purpose. What
Pompey. Sir, your honour cannot come to that yet. |
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Escalus. No, sir, nor I mean it not. Pompey. Sir, but you shall come to it, by your honour's
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Froth. All-hallond eve. Pompey. Why, very well; I hope here be truths. He, sir,
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Froth. I have so; because it is an open room and good for winter. Pompey. Why, very well, then; I hope here be truths. |
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Escalus. I think no less. Good morrow to your lordship.
Pompey. Once, sir? there was nothing done to her once. |
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Elbow. I beseech you, sir, ask him what this man did to my wife. Pompey. I beseech your honour, ask me. |
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Escalus. Well, sir; what did this gentleman to her? Pompey. I beseech you, sir, look in this gentleman's face.
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Escalus. Ay, sir, very well. Pompey. Nay; I beseech you, mark it well. |
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Escalus. Well, I do so. Pompey. Doth your honour see any harm in his face? |
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Escalus. Why, no. Pompey. I'll be supposed upon a book, his face is the worst
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Elbow. First, an it like you, the house is a respected
Pompey. By this hand, sir, his wife is a more respected
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Elbow. Varlet, thou liest; thou liest, wicked varlet! the
Pompey. Sir, she was respected with him before he married with her. |
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Escalus. So. What trade are you of, sir? Pompey. Tapster; a poor widow's tapster. |
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Escalus. Your mistress' name? Pompey. Mistress Overdone. |
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Escalus. Hath she had any more than one husband? Pompey. Nine, sir; Overdone by the last. |
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Escalus. Well, no more of it, Master Froth: farewell.
Pompey. Pompey. |
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Escalus. What else? Pompey. Bum, sir. |
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Escalus. Troth, and your bum is the greatest thing about you;
Pompey. Truly, sir, I am a poor fellow that would live. |
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Escalus. How would you live, Pompey? by being a bawd? What
Pompey. If the law would allow it, sir. |
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Escalus. But the law will not allow it, Pompey; nor it shall
Pompey. Does your worship mean to geld and splay all the
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Escalus. No, Pompey. Pompey. Truly, sir, in my poor opinion, they will to't then.
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Escalus. There are pretty orders beginning, I can tell you:
Pompey. If you head and hang all that offend that way but
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Escalus. Thank you, good Pompey; and, in requital of your
Pompey. I thank your worship for your good counsel:
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Vincentio. O heavens! what stuff is here Pompey. 'Twas never merry world since, of two usuries, the
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Vincentio. Fie, sirrah! a bawd, a wicked bawd!
Pompey. Indeed, it does stink in some sort, sir; but yet,
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Elbow. His neck will come to your waist,—a cord, sir. Pompey. I spy comfort; I cry bail. Here's a gentleman and a
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Lucio. How doth my dear morsel, thy mistress? Procures she
Pompey. Troth, sir, she hath eaten up all her beef, and she
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Lucio. Why, 'tis good; it is the right of it; it must be
Pompey. Yes, faith, sir. |
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Lucio. Well, then, imprison him: if imprisonment be the
Pompey. I hope, sir, your good worship will be my bail. |
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Elbow. Come your ways, sir; come. Pompey. You will not bail me, then, sir? |
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Provost. Come hither, sirrah. Can you cut off a man's head? Pompey. If the man be a bachelor, sir, I can; but if he be a
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Provost. Come, sir, leave me your snatches, and yield me a
Pompey. Sir, I have been an unlawful bawd time out of mind;
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(stage directions). [Exit] Pompey. Pray, sir, by your good favour,—for surely, sir, a
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Abhorson. Ay, sir; a mystery Pompey. Painting, sir, I have heard say, is a mystery; and
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Abhorson. Sir, it is a mystery. Pompey. Proof? |
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Provost. Are you agreed? Pompey. Sir, I will serve him; for I do find your hangman is
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Abhorson. Come on, bawd; I will instruct thee in my trade; follow. Pompey. I do desire to learn, sir: and I hope, if you have
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(stage directions). [Enter POMPEY] Pompey. I am as well acquainted here as I was in our house
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Abhorson. Sirrah, bring Barnardine hither. Pompey. Master Barnardine! you must rise and be hanged.
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Barnardine. [Within] A pox o' your throats! Who makes that
Pompey. Your friends, sir; the hangman. You must be so
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Abhorson. Tell him he must awake, and that quickly too. Pompey. Pray, Master Barnardine, awake till you are
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Abhorson. Go in to him, and fetch him out. Pompey. He is coming, sir, he is coming; I hear his straw rustle. |
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Abhorson. Is the axe upon the block, sirrah? Pompey. Very ready, sir. |
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Barnardine. You rogue, I have been drinking all night; I am not
Pompey. O, the better, sir; for he that drinks all night,
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