Speeches (Lines) for Vincentio
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Escalus. |
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Of government the properties to unfold,
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Look where he comes. |
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Angelo,
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No more evasion:
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My haste may not admit it;
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I thank you. Fare you well. |
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No, holy father; throw away that thought;
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My holy sir, none better knows than you
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We have strict statutes and most biting laws.
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I do fear, too dreadful:
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Hail to you, provost! so I think you are. |
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Bound by my charity and my blest order,
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When must he die? |
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Repent you, fair one, of the sin you carry? |
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I'll teach you how you shall arraign your conscience,
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Love you the man that wrong'd you? |
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So then it seems your most offenceful act
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Then was your sin of heavier kind than his. |
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'Tis meet so, daughter: but lest you do repent,
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There rest.
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So then you hope of pardon from Lord Angelo? |
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Be absolute for death; either death or life
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Dear sir, ere long I'll visit you again. |
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Provost, a word with you. |
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Bring me to hear them speak, where I may be concealed. |
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Vouchsafe a word, young sister, but one word. |
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Might you dispense with your leisure, I would by and
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Son, I have overheard what hath passed between you
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Hold you there: farewell.
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That now you are come, you will be gone. Leave me
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The hand that hath made you fair hath made you good:
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That shall not be much amiss: Yet, as the matter
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Virtue is bold, and goodness never fearful. Have
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She should this Angelo have married; was affianced
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Left her in her tears, and dried not one of them
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It is a rupture that you may easily heal: and the
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This forenamed maid hath yet in her the continuance
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It lies much in your holding up. Haste you speedily
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O heavens! what stuff is here |
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And you, good brother father. What offence hath
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Fie, sirrah! a bawd, a wicked bawd!
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Nay, if the devil have given thee proofs for sin,
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That we were all, as some would seem to be,
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Still thus, and thus; still worse! |
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And you. |
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I know none. Can you tell me of any? |
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I know not where; but wheresoever, I wish him well. |
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He does well in 't. |
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It is too general a vice, and severity must cure it. |
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How should he be made, then? |
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You are pleasant, sir, and speak apace. |
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I never heard the absent duke much detected for
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'Tis not possible. |
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You do him wrong, surely. |
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What, I prithee, might be the cause? |
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Wise! why, no question but he was. |
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Either this is the envy in you, folly, or mistaking:
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Love talks with better knowledge, and knowledge with
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I can hardly believe that, since you know not what
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He shall know you better, sir, if I may live to
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O, you hope the duke will return no more; or you
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Why should he die, sir? |
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No might nor greatness in mortality
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Bliss and goodness on you! |
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Not of this country, though my chance is now
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None, but that there is so great a fever on
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What pleasure was he given to? |
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He professes to have received no sinister measure
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If his own life answer the straitness of his
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Peace be with you!
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'Tis good; though music oft hath such a charm
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I do constantly believe you. The time is come even
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Very well met, and well come.
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But shall you on your knowledge find this way? |
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Are there no other tokens
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'Tis well borne up.
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Do you persuade yourself that I respect you? |
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Take, then, this your companion by the hand,
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O place and greatness! millions of false eyes
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It is not my consent,
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Nor, gentle daughter, fear you not at all.
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The best and wholesomest spirts of the night
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Not Isabel? |
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They will, then, ere't be long. |
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There's some in hope. |
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Not so, not so; his life is parallel'd
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Have you no countermand for Claudio yet,
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As near the dawning, provost, as it is,
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And here comes Claudio's pardon. |
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[Aside] This is his pardon, purchased by such sin
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Pray you, let's hear. |
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What is that Barnardine who is to be executed in the
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How came it that the absent duke had not either
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It is now apparent? |
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Hath he born himself penitently in prison? how
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He wants advice. |
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More of him anon. There is written in your brow,
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In the delaying death. |
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By the vow of mine order I warrant you, if my
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O, death's a great disguiser; and you may add to it.
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Were you sworn to the duke, or to the deputy? |
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You will think you have made no offence, if the duke
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Not a resemblance, but a certainty. Yet since I see
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The contents of this is the return of the duke: you
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Sir, induced by my charity, and hearing how hastily
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O, sir, you must: and therefore I beseech you
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But hear you. |
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Unfit to live or die: O gravel heart!
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A creature unprepared, unmeet for death;
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O, 'tis an accident that heaven provides!
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Let this be done.
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Quick, dispatch, and send the head to Angelo.
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Convenient is it. Make a swift return;
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The tongue of Isabel. She's come to know
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Good morning to you, fair and gracious daughter. |
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He hath released him, Isabel, from the world:
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It is no other: show your wisdom, daughter,
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You shall not be admitted to his sight. |
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This nor hurts him nor profits you a jot;
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This letter, then, to Friar Peter give;
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Not within, sir. |
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Sir, the duke is marvellous little beholding to your
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Well, you'll answer this one day. Fare ye well. |
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You have told me too many of him already, sir, if
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Did you such a thing? |
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Sir, your company is fairer than honest. Rest you well. |
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These letters at fit time deliver me
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I thank thee, Varrius; thou hast made good haste:
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My very worthy cousin, fairly met!
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Many and hearty thankings to you both.
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O, your desert speaks loud; and I should wrong it,
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Relate your wrongs; in what? by whom? be brief.
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Nay, it is ten times strange. |
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Away with her! Poor soul,
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By mine honesty,
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Many that are not mad
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You were not bid to speak. |
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I wish you now, then;
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The warrants for yourself; take heed to't. |
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It may be right; but you are i' the wrong
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That's somewhat madly spoken. |
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Mended again. The matter; proceed. |
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This is most likely! |
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By heaven, fond wretch, thou knowist not what thou speak'st,
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I know you'ld fain be gone. An officer!
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A ghostly father, belike. Who knows that Lodowick? |
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Words against me? this is a good friar, belike!
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We did believe no less.
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Good friar, let's hear it.
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What, are you married? |
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Are you a maid? |
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A widow, then? |
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Why, you are nothing then: neither maid, widow, nor wife? |
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Silence that fellow: I would he had some cause
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For the benefit of silence, would thou wert so too! |
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This is no witness for Lord Angelo. |
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No? you say your husband. |
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Know you this woman? |
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Sirrah, no more! |
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Ay, with my heart
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Go do it instantly.
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'Tis false. |
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Respect to your great place! and let the devil
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Boldly, at least. But, O, poor souls,
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Be not so hot; the duke
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I remember you, sir, by the sound of your voice: I
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Most notedly, sir. |
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You must, sir, change persons with me, ere you make
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I protest I love the duke as I love myself. |
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[To Provost] Stay, sir; stay awhile. |
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Thou art the first knave that e'er madest a duke.
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[To ESCALUS] What you have spoke I pardon: sit you down:
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Come hither, Mariana.
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Go take her hence, and marry her instantly.
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Come hither, Isabel.
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You are pardon'd, Isabel:
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For this new-married man approaching here,
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It is your husband mock'd you with a husband.
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Never crave him; we are definitive. |
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You do but lose your labour.
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Against all sense you do importune her:
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He dies for Claudio's death. |
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Your suit's unprofitable; stand up, I say.
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Had you a special warrant for the deed? |
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For which I do discharge you of your office:
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What's he? |
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I would thou hadst done so by Claudio.
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Which is that Barnardine? |
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There was a friar told me of this man.
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[To ISABELLA] If he be like your brother, for his sake
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Whipt first, sir, and hanged after.
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Upon mine honour, thou shalt marry her.
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Slandering a prince deserves it.
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