Speeches (Lines) for Rosaline
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Katharine. The young Dumain, a well-accomplished youth,
Rosaline. Another of these students at that time
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Biron. Did not I dance with you in Brabant once? Rosaline. Did not I dance with you in Brabant once? |
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Biron. I know you did. Rosaline. How needless was it then to ask the question! |
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Biron. You must not be so quick. Rosaline. 'Tis 'long of you that spur me with such questions. |
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Biron. Your wit's too hot, it speeds too fast, 'twill tire. Rosaline. Not till it leave the rider in the mire. |
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Biron. What time o' day? Rosaline. The hour that fools should ask. |
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Biron. Now fair befall your mask! Rosaline. Fair fall the face it covers! |
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Biron. And send you many lovers! Rosaline. Amen, so you be none. |
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Biron. Lady, I will commend you to mine own heart. Rosaline. Pray you, do my commendations; I would be glad to see it. |
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Biron. I would you heard it groan. Rosaline. Is the fool sick? |
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Biron. Sick at the heart. Rosaline. Alack, let it blood. |
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Biron. Would that do it good? Rosaline. My physic says 'ay.' |
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Biron. Will you prick't with your eye? Rosaline. No point, with my knife. |
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Biron. Now, God save thy life! Rosaline. And yours from long living! |
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Boyet. But to speak that in words which his eye hath
Rosaline. Thou art an old love-monger and speakest skilfully. |
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Maria. He is Cupid's grandfather and learns news of him. Rosaline. Then was Venus like her mother, for her father is but grim. |
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Boyet. What then, do you see? Rosaline. Ay, our way to be gone. |
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Boyet. Who is the suitor? who is the suitor? Rosaline. Shall I teach you to know? |
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Boyet. Ay, my continent of beauty. Rosaline. Why, she that bears the bow.
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Boyet. My lady goes to kill horns; but, if thou marry,
Rosaline. Well, then, I am the shooter. |
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Boyet. And who is your deer? Rosaline. If we choose by the horns, yourself come not near.
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Boyet. But she herself is hit lower: have I hit her now? Rosaline. Shall I come upon thee with an old saying, that was
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Boyet. So I may answer thee with one as old, that was a
Rosaline. Thou canst not hit it, hit it, hit it,
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Princess of France. Sweet hearts, we shall be rich ere we depart,
Rosaline. Madame, came nothing else along with that? |
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Princess of France. Nothing but this! yes, as much love in rhyme
Rosaline. That was the way to make his godhead wax,
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Katharine. Ay, and a shrewd unhappy gallows too. Rosaline. You'll ne'er be friends with him; a' kill'd your sister. |
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Katharine. He made her melancholy, sad, and heavy;
Rosaline. What's your dark meaning, mouse, of this light word? |
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Katharine. A light condition in a beauty dark. Rosaline. We need more light to find your meaning out. |
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Katharine. You'll mar the light by taking it in snuff;
Rosaline. Look what you do, you do it still i' the dark. |
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Katharine. So do not you, for you are a light wench. Rosaline. Indeed I weigh not you, and therefore light. |
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Katharine. You weigh me not? O, that's you care not for me. Rosaline. Great reason; for 'past cure is still past care.' |
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Princess of France. Well bandied both; a set of wit well play'd.
Rosaline. I would you knew:
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Princess of France. Any thing like? Rosaline. Much in the letters; nothing in the praise. |
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Katharine. Fair as a text B in a copy-book. Rosaline. 'Ware pencils, ho! let me not die your debtor,
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Princess of France. We are wise girls to mock our lovers so. Rosaline. They are worse fools to purchase mocking so.
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Princess of France. None are so surely caught, when they are catch'd,
Rosaline. The blood of youth burns not with such excess
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Princess of France. And will they so? the gallants shall be task'd;
Rosaline. Come on, then; wear the favours most in sight. |
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Princess of France. The effect of my intent is to cross theirs:
Rosaline. But shall we dance, if they desire to't? |
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(stage directions). [Exit MOTH] Rosaline. What would these strangers? know their minds, Boyet:
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Biron. Nothing but peace and gentle visitation. Rosaline. What would they, say they? |
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Boyet. Nothing but peace and gentle visitation. Rosaline. Why, that they have; and bid them so be gone. |
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Boyet. They say, that they have measured many a mile
Rosaline. It is not so. Ask them how many inches
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Boyet. She hears herself. Rosaline. How many weary steps,
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Biron. We number nothing that we spend for you:
Rosaline. My face is but a moon, and clouded too. |
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Ferdinand. Blessed are clouds, to do as such clouds do!
Rosaline. O vain petitioner! beg a greater matter;
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Ferdinand. Then, in our measure do but vouchsafe one change.
Rosaline. Play, music, then! Nay, you must do it soon.
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Ferdinand. Will you not dance? How come you thus estranged? Rosaline. You took the moon at full, but now she's changed. |
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Ferdinand. Yet still she is the moon, and I the man.
Rosaline. Our ears vouchsafe it. |
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Ferdinand. But your legs should do it. Rosaline. Since you are strangers and come here by chance,
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Ferdinand. Why take we hands, then? Rosaline. Only to part friends:
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Ferdinand. More measure of this measure; be not nice. Rosaline. We can afford no more at such a price. |
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Ferdinand. Prize you yourselves: what buys your company? Rosaline. Your absence only. |
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Ferdinand. That can never be. Rosaline. Then cannot we be bought: and so, adieu;
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Ferdinand. If you deny to dance, let's hold more chat. Rosaline. In private, then. |
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Boyet. The tongues of mocking wenches are as keen
Rosaline. Not one word more, my maids; break off, break off. |
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Boyet. Tapers they are, with your sweet breaths puff'd out. Rosaline. Well-liking wits they have; gross, gross; fat, fat. |
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Princess of France. O poverty in wit, kingly-poor flout!
Rosaline. O, they were all in lamentable cases!
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Princess of France. Go, sickness as thou art! Rosaline. Well, better wits have worn plain statute-caps.
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Princess of France. Avaunt, perplexity! What shall we do,
Rosaline. Good madam, if by me you'll be advised,
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Princess of France. Ay, in truth, my lord;
Rosaline. Madam, speak true. It is not so, my lord:
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Biron. This jest is dry to me. Fair gentle sweet,
Rosaline. This proves you wise and rich, for in my eye,— |
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Biron. I am a fool, and full of poverty. Rosaline. But that you take what doth to you belong,
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Biron. O, I am yours, and all that I possess! Rosaline. All the fool mine? |
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Biron. I cannot give you less. Rosaline. Which of the vizards was it that you wore? |
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Biron. Where? when? what vizard? why demand you this? Rosaline. There, then, that vizard; that superfluous case
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Princess of France. Amazed, my lord? why looks your highness sad? Rosaline. Help, hold his brows! he'll swoon! Why look you pale?
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Biron. Thus pour the stars down plagues for perjury.
Rosaline. Sans sans, I pray you. |
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Biron. Our states are forfeit: seek not to undo us. Rosaline. It is not so; for how can this be true,
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Biron. Peace! for I will not have to do with you. Rosaline. Nor shall not, if I do as I intend. |
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Princess of France. I will: and therefore keep it. Rosaline,
Rosaline. Madam, he swore that he did hold me dear
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Ferdinand. What mean you, madam? by my life, my troth,
Rosaline. By heaven, you did; and to confirm it plain,
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Longaville. So did our looks. Rosaline. We did not quote them so. |
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Biron. [And what to me, my love? and what to me? Rosaline. You must be purged too, your sins are rack'd,
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Biron. Studies my lady? mistress, look on me;
Rosaline. Oft have I heard of you, my Lord Biron,
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Biron. To move wild laughter in the throat of death?
Rosaline. Why, that's the way to choke a gibing spirit,
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