Speeches (Lines) for Silvia
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Sir Valentine and servant, to you two thousand. |
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I thank you gentle servant: 'tis very clerkly done. |
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Perchance you think too much of so much pains? |
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A pretty period! Well, I guess the sequel;
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Yes, yes; the lines are very quaintly writ;
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Ay, ay: you writ them, sir, at my request;
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And when it's writ, for my sake read it over,
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Why, if it please you, take it for your labour:
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Servant! |
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Servant, you are sad. |
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What, angry, Sir Thurio! do you change colour? |
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A fine volley of words, gentlemen, and quickly shot off. |
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Who is that, servant? |
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No more, gentlemen, no more:—here comes my father. |
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Belike that now she hath enfranchised them
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Nay, then he should be blind; and, being blind
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Have done, have done; here comes the gentleman. |
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His worth is warrant for his welcome hither,
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Too low a mistress for so high a servant. |
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And duty never yet did want his meed:
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That you are welcome? |
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I wait upon his pleasure. Come, Sir Thurio,
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I thank you for your music, gentlemen.
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Sir Proteus, as I take it. |
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What's your will? |
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You have your wish; my will is even this:
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Say that she be; yet Valentine thy friend
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And so suppose am I; for in his grave
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Go to thy lady's grave and call hers thence,
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I am very loath to be your idol, sir;
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Who calls? |
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Sir Eglamour, a thousand times good morrow. |
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O Eglamour, thou art a gentleman—
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This evening coming. |
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At Friar Patrick's cell,
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Good morrow, kind Sir Eglamour. |
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What would you with her, if that I be she? |
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From whom? |
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O, he sends you for a picture. |
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Ursula, bring my picture here.
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I pray thee, let me look on that again. |
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There, hold!
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The more shame for him that he sends it me;
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What say'st thou? |
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Dost thou know her? |
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Belike she thinks that Proteus hath forsook her. |
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Is she not passing fair? |
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How tall was she? |
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She is beholding to thee, gentle youth.
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Amen, amen! Go on, good Eglamour,
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A thousand more mischances than this one
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O Valentine, this I endure for thee! |
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O miserable, unhappy that I am! |
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By thy approach thou makest me most unhappy. |
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Had I been seized by a hungry lion,
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When Proteus cannot love where he's beloved.
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All men but Proteus. |
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O heaven! |