Speeches (Lines) for Orlando
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As I remember, Adam, it was upon this fashion bequeathed
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Go apart, Adam, and thou shalt hear how he will shake me
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Nothing; I am not taught to make any thing. |
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Marry, sir, I am helping you to mar that which God made, a
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Shall I keep your hogs, and eat husks with them? What
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O, sir, very well; here in your orchard. |
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Ay, better than him I am before knows me. I know you are
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Come, come, elder brother, you are too young in this. |
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I am no villain; I am the youngest son of Sir Rowland de
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I will not, till I please; you shall hear me. My father
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I no further offend you than becomes me for my good. |
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I attend them with all respect and duty. |
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No, fair Princess; he is the general challenger. I come
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I beseech you, punish me not with your hard thoughts,
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Ready, sir; but his will hath in it a more modest working. |
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You mean to mock me after; you should not have mock'd me
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Yes, I beseech your Grace; I am not yet well breath'd. |
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Orlando, my liege; the youngest son of Sir Rowland de
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I am more proud to be Sir Rowland's son,
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Can I not say 'I thank you'? My better parts
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What passion hangs these weights upon my tongue?
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I thank you, sir; and pray you tell me this:
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I rest much bounden to you; fare you well.
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Who's there? |
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Why, what's the matter? |
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Why, whither, Adam, wouldst thou have me go? |
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What, wouldst thou have me go and beg my food,
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O good old man, how well in thee appears
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Why, how now, Adam! No greater heart in thee? Live a
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Forbear, and eat no more. |
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Nor shalt not, till necessity be serv'd. |
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You touch'd my vein at first: the thorny point
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I almost die for food, and let me have it. |
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Speak you so gently? Pardon me, I pray you;
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Then but forbear your food a little while,
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I thank ye; and be blest for your good comfort! Exit |
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I thank you most for him. |
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Hang there, my verse, in witness of my love;
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And so had I; but yet, for fashion sake, I thank you too
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I do desire we may be better strangers. |
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I pray you mar no more of my verses with reading them
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Yes, just. |
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There was no thought of pleasing you when she was
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Just as high as my heart. |
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Not so; but I answer you right painted cloth, from whence
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I will chide no breather in the world but myself, against
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'Tis a fault I will not change for your best virtue. I am
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He is drown'd in the brook; look but in, and you shall see
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Which I take to be either a fool or a cipher. |
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I am glad of your departure; adieu, good Monsieur
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Very well; what would you? |
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You should ask me what time o' day; there's no clock in
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And why not the swift foot of Time? Had not that been as
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I prithee, who doth he trot withal? |
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Who ambles Time withal? |
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Who doth he gallop withal? |
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Who stays it still withal? |
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Where dwell you, pretty youth? |
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Are you native of this place? |
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Your accent is something finer than you could purchase in
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Can you remember any of the principal evils that he laid
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I prithee recount some of them. |
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I am he that is so love-shak'd; I pray you tell me your
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What were his marks? |
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Fair youth, I would I could make thee believe I love. |
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I swear to thee, youth, by the white hand of Rosalind, I
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Neither rhyme nor reason can express how much. |
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Did you ever cure any so? |
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I would not be cured, youth. |
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Now, by the faith of my love, I will. Tell me where it is. |
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With all my heart, good youth. |
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Good day, and happiness, dear Rosalind! |
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My fair Rosalind, I come within an hour of my promise. |
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Pardon me, dear Rosalind. |
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Of a snail! |
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What's that? |
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Virtue is no horn-maker; and my Rosalind is virtuous. |
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I would kiss before I spoke. |
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How if the kiss be denied? |
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Who could be out, being before his beloved mistress? |
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What, of my suit? |
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I take some joy to say you are, because I would be talking
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Then, in mine own person, I die. |
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I would not have my right Rosalind of this mind; for, I
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Then love me, Rosalind. |
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And wilt thou have me? |
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What sayest thou? |
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I hope so. |
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Pray thee, marry us. |
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I will. |
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Why, now; as fast as she can marry us. |
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I take thee, Rosalind, for wife. |
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So do all thoughts; they are wing'd. |
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For ever and a day. |
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But will my Rosalind do so? |
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O, but she is wise. |
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A man that had a wife with such a wit, he might say 'Wit,
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And what wit could wit have to excuse that? |
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For these two hours, Rosalind, I will leave thee. |
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I must attend the Duke at dinner; by two o'clock I will be
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Ay, sweet Rosalind. |
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With no less religion than if thou wert indeed my
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Is't possible that on so little acquaintance you should
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You have my consent. Let your wedding be to-morrow.
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It is my arm. |
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Wounded it is, but with the eyes of a lady. |
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Ay, and greater wonders than that. |
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They shall be married to-morrow; and I will bid the Duke
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I can live no longer by thinking. |
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Speak'st thou in sober meanings? |
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And I for Rosalind. |
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And I for Rosalind. |
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And so am I for Rosalind. |
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If this be so, why blame you me to love you? |
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To her that is not here, nor doth not hear. |
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Nor I. Exeunt |
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I sometimes do believe and sometimes do not:
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That would I, were I of all kingdoms king. |
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My lord, the first time that I ever saw him
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If there be truth in sight, you are my Rosalind. |
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