Speeches (Lines) for Posthumus Leonatus
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Please your highness,
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My queen! my mistress!
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Should we be taking leave
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How, how! another?
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Alack, the king! |
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The gods protect you!
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Since when I have been debtor to you for courtesies,
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By your pardon, sir, I was then a young traveller;
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She holds her virtue still and I my mind. |
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Being so far provoked as I was in France, I would
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I praised her as I rated her: so do I my stone. |
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More than the world enjoys. |
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You are mistaken: the one may be sold, or given, if
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Which, by their graces, I will keep. |
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Your Italy contains none so accomplished a courtier
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Sir, with all my heart. This worthy signior, I
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No, no. |
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You are a great deal abused in too bold a
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A repulse: though your attempt, as you call it,
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What lady would you choose to assail? |
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I will wage against your gold, gold to it: my ring
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This is but a custom in your tongue; you bear a
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Will you? I shall but lend my diamond till your
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I embrace these conditions; let us have articles
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Agreed. |
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Fear it not, sir: I would I were so sure
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Not any, but abide the change of time,
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I do believe,
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The swiftest harts have posted you by land;
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I hope the briefness of your answer made
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And therewithal the best; or let her beauty
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Their tenor good, I trust. |
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All is well yet.
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The stone's too hard to come by. |
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Make not, sir,
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If you can make't apparent
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Proceed. |
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This is true;
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So they must,
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This is a thing
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This is her honour!
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Jove!
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May be she pluck'd it off
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O, no, no, no! 'tis true. Here, take this too;
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Very true;
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Hark you, he swears; by Jupiter he swears.
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Never talk on't;
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Ay, and it doth confirm
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Spare your arithmetic: never count the turns;
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No swearing.
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O, that I had her here, to tear her limb-meal!
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Is there no way for men to be but women
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Yea, bloody cloth, I'll keep thee, for I wish'd
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I did.
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No blame be to you, sir; for all was lost,
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Close by the battle, ditch'd, and wall'd with turf;
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Nay, do not wonder at it: you are made
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'Lack, to what end?
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Still going?
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A Roman,
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Most welcome, bondage! for thou art away,
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[Waking] Sleep, thou hast been a grandsire, and begot
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Over-roasted rather; ready long ago. |
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So, if I prove a good repast to the
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I am merrier to die than thou art to live. |
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Yes, indeed do I, fellow. |
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I tell thee, fellow, there are none want eyes to
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Thou bring'st good news; I am called to be made free. |
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Thou shalt be then freer than a gaoler; no bolts for the dead. |
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[Aside] What's that to him? |
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[Advancing] Ay, so thou dost,
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Shall's have a play of this? Thou scornful page,
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How come these staggers on me? |
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Hang there like a fruit, my soul,
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I am, sir,
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Kneel not to me:
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Your servant, princes. Good my lord of Rome,
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