Speeches (Lines) for Proteus
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Wilt thou be gone? Sweet Valentine, adieu!
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Upon some book I love I'll pray for thee. |
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That's a deep story of a deeper love:
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Over the boots? nay, give me not the boots. |
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What? |
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So, by your circumstance, you call me fool. |
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'Tis love you cavil at: I am not Love. |
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Yet writers say, as in the sweetest bud
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And thither will I bring thee, Valentine. |
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All happiness bechance to thee in Milan! |
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He after honour hunts, I after love:
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But now he parted hence, to embark for Milan. |
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Indeed, a sheep doth very often stray,
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I do. |
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A silly answer and fitting well a sheep. |
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True; and thy master a shepherd. |
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It shall go hard but I'll prove it by another. |
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The sheep for fodder follow the shepherd; the
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But, dost thou hear? gavest thou my letter to Julia? |
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Here's too small a pasture for such store of muttons. |
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Nay: in that you are astray, 'twere best pound you. |
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You mistake; I mean the pound,—a pinfold. |
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But what said she? |
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Nod—Ay—why, that's noddy. |
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And that set together is noddy. |
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No, no; you shall have it for bearing the letter. |
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Why sir, how do you bear with me? |
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Beshrew me, but you have a quick wit. |
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Come come, open the matter in brief: what said she? |
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Well, sir, here is for your pains. What said she? |
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Why, couldst thou perceive so much from her? |
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What said she? nothing? |
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Go, go, be gone, to save your ship from wreck,
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Sweet love! sweet lines! sweet life!
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May't please your lordship, 'tis a word or two
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There is no news, my lord, but that he writes
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As one relying on your lordship's will
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My lord, I cannot be so soon provided:
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Thus have I shunn'd the fire for fear of burning,
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Why, this it is: my heart accords thereto,
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Have patience, gentle Julia. |
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When possibly I can, I will return. |
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Why then, we'll make exchange; here, take you this. |
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Here is my hand for my true constancy;
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Go; I come, I come.
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Not so, sweet lady: but too mean a servant
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My duty will I boast of; nothing else. |
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I'll die on him that says so but yourself. |
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That you are worthless. |
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We'll both attend upon your ladyship. |
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Your friends are well and have them much commended. |
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I left them all in health. |
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My tales of love were wont to weary you;
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Enough; I read your fortune in your eye.
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No; but she is an earthly paragon. |
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I will not flatter her. |
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When I was sick, you gave me bitter pills,
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Except my mistress. |
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Have I not reason to prefer mine own? |
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Why, Valentine, what braggardism is this? |
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Then let her alone. |
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But she loves you? |
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Go on before; I shall inquire you forth:
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I will.
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To leave my Julia, shall I be forsworn;
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My gracious lord, that which I would discover
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Know, noble lord, they have devised a mean
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Adieu, my Lord; Sir Valentine is coming. |
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Run, boy, run, run, and seek him out. |
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What seest thou? |
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Valentine? |
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Who then? his spirit? |
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What then? |
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Who wouldst thou strike? |
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Villain, forbear. |
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Sirrah, I say, forbear. Friend Valentine, a word. |
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Then in dumb silence will I bury mine,
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No, Valentine. |
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No, Valentine. |
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That thou art banished—O, that's the news!—
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Ay, ay; and she hath offer'd to the doom—
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Cease to lament for that thou canst not help,
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Go, sirrah, find him out. Come, Valentine. |
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Gone, my good lord. |
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A little time, my lord, will kill that grief. |
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Longer than I prove loyal to your grace
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I do, my lord. |
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She did, my lord, when Valentine was here. |
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The best way is to slander Valentine
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Ay, if his enemy deliver it:
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And that, my lord, I shall be loath to do:
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You have prevail'd, my lord; if I can do it
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As much as I can do, I will effect:
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Say that upon the altar of her beauty
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We'll wait upon your grace till after supper,
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Already have I been false to Valentine
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Ay, gentle Thurio: for you know that love
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Sir, but I do; or else I would be hence. |
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Ay, Silvia; for your sake. |
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Sir Thurio, fear not you: I will so plead
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At Saint Gregory's well. |
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Madam, good even to your ladyship. |
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One, lady, if you knew his pure heart's truth,
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Sir Proteus, gentle lady, and your servant. |
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That I may compass yours. |
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I grant, sweet love, that I did love a lady;
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I likewise hear that Valentine is dead. |
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Sweet lady, let me rake it from the earth. |
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Madam, if your heart be so obdurate,
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As wretches have o'ernight
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Sebastian is thy name? I like thee well
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I hope thou wilt.
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And what says she to my little jewel? |
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But she received my dog? |
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What, didst thou offer her this from me? |
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Go get thee hence, and find my dog again,
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Not so; I think she lives. |
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Why dost thou cry 'alas'? |
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Wherefore shouldst thou pity her? |
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Well, give her that ring and therewithal
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O, sir, I find her milder than she was;
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No; that it is too little. |
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She says it is a fair one. |
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But pearls are fair; and the old saying is,
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Ill, when you talk of war. |
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O, sir, she makes no doubt of that. |
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That you are well derived. |
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O, ay; and pities them. |
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That they are out by lease. |
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Nor I. |
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Neither. |
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And I will follow, more for Silvia's love
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Madam, this service I have done for you,
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Unhappy were you, madam, ere I came;
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What dangerous action, stood it next to death,
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In love
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Nay, if the gentle spirit of moving words
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I'll force thee yield to my desire. |
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Valentine! |
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My shame and guilt confounds me.
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Look to the boy. |
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Where is that ring, boy? |
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How! let me see:
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But how camest thou by this ring? At my depart
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How! Julia! |
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Than men their minds! 'tis true.
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Bear witness, Heaven, I have my wish for ever. |
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