Speeches (Lines) for Conrade
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(stage directions). [Enter DON JOHN and CONRADE] Conrade. What the good-year, my lord! why are you thus out
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Don John. There is no measure in the occasion that breeds;
Conrade. You should hear reason. |
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Don John. And when I have heard it, what blessing brings it? Conrade. If not a present remedy, at least a patient
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Don John. I wonder that thou, being, as thou sayest thou art,
Conrade. Yea, but you must not make the full show of this
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Don John. I had rather be a canker in a hedge than a rose in
Conrade. Can you make no use of your discontent? |
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Don John. Come, come, let us thither: this may prove food to
Conrade. To the death, my lord. |
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Borachio. Conrade, I say! Conrade. Here, man; I am at thy elbow. |
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Borachio. Mass, and my elbow itched; I thought there would a
Conrade. I will owe thee an answer for that: and now forward
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Borachio. Therefore know I have earned of Don John a thousand ducats. Conrade. Is it possible that any villany should be so dear? |
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Borachio. Thou shouldst rather ask if it were possible any
Conrade. I wonder at it. |
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Borachio. That shows thou art unconfirmed. Thou knowest that
Conrade. Yes, it is apparel. |
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Borachio. I mean, the fashion. Conrade. Yes, the fashion is the fashion. |
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Borachio. Didst thou not hear somebody? Conrade. No; 'twas the vane on the house. |
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Borachio. Seest thou not, I say, what a deformed thief this
Conrade. All this I see; and I see that the fashion wears
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Borachio. Not so, neither: but know that I have to-night
Conrade. And thought they Margaret was Hero? |
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First Watchman. And one Deformed is one of them: I know him; a'
Conrade. Masters, masters,— |
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Second Watchman. You'll be made bring Deformed forth, I warrant you. Conrade. Masters,— |
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Borachio. We are like to prove a goodly commodity, being taken
Conrade. A commodity in question, I warrant you. Come, we'll obey you. |
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Dogberry. Pray, write down, Borachio. Yours, sirrah? Conrade. I am a gentleman, sir, and my name is Conrade. |
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Dogberry. Write down, master gentleman Conrade. Masters, do
Conrade. [with Borachio] Yea, sir, we hope. |
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Dogberry. Write down, that they hope they serve God: and
Conrade. Marry, sir, we say we are none. |
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Verges. Let them be in the hands— Conrade. Off, coxcomb! |
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Dogberry. God's my life, where's the sexton? let him write
Conrade. Away! you are an ass, you are an ass. |
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