| Speeches (Lines) for Countess | ||
| # | Act, Scene, Line (Click to see in context) | Speech text | 
| 1 | In delivering my son from me, I bury a second husband. | |
| 2 | What hope is there of his majesty's amendment? | |
| 3 | This young gentlewoman had a father,—O, that
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| 4 | He was famous, sir, in his profession, and it was
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| 5 | His sole child, my lord, and bequeathed to my
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| 6 | 'Tis the best brine a maiden can season her praise
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| 7 | If the living be enemy to the grief, the excess
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| 8 | Be thou blest, Bertram, and succeed thy father
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| 9 | Heaven bless him! Farewell, Bertram. | |
| 10 | I will now hear; what say you of this gentlewoman? | |
| 11 | What does this knave here? Get you gone, sirrah:
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| 12 | Well, sir. | |
| 13 | Wilt thou needs be a beggar? | |
| 14 | In what case? | |
| 15 | Tell me thy reason why thou wilt marry. | |
| 16 | Is this all your worship's reason? | |
| 17 | May the world know them? | |
| 18 | Thy marriage, sooner than thy wickedness. | |
| 19 | Such friends are thine enemies, knave. | |
| 20 | Wilt thou ever be a foul-mouthed and calumnious knave? | |
| 21 | Get you gone, sir; I'll talk with you more anon. | |
| 22 | Sirrah, tell my gentlewoman I would speak with her;
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| 23 | What, one good in ten? you corrupt the song, sirrah. | |
| 24 | You'll be gone, sir knave, and do as I command you. | |
| 25 | Well, now. | |
| 26 | Faith, I do: her father bequeathed her to me; and
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| 27 | You have discharged this honestly; keep it to
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| 28 | You know, Helen,
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| 29 | Nay, a mother:
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| 30 | I say, I am your mother. | |
| 31 | Nor I your mother? | |
| 32 | Yes, Helen, you might be my daughter-in-law:
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| 33 | Do you love my son? | |
| 34 | Love you my son? | |
| 35 | Go not about; my love hath in't a bond,
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| 36 | Had you not lately an intent,—speak truly,—
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| 37 | Wherefore? tell true. | |
| 38 | This was your motive
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| 39 | But think you, Helen,
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| 40 | Dost thou believe't? | |
| 41 | Why, Helen, thou shalt have my leave and love,
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| 42 | Come on, sir; I shall now put you to the height of
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| 43 | To the court! why, what place make you special,
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| 44 | Marry, that's a bountiful answer that fits all
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| 45 | Will your answer serve fit to all questions? | |
| 46 | Have you, I say, an answer of such fitness for all
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| 47 | It must be an answer of most monstrous size that
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| 48 | To be young again, if we could: I will be a fool in
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| 49 | Sir, I am a poor friend of yours, that loves you. | |
| 50 | I think, sir, you can eat none of this homely meat. | |
| 51 | You were lately whipped, sir, as I think. | |
| 52 | Do you cry, 'O Lord, sir!' at your whipping, and
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| 53 | I play the noble housewife with the time
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| 54 | An end, sir; to your business. Give Helen this,
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| 55 | Not much employment for you: you understand me? | |
| 56 | Haste you again. | |
| 57 | It hath happened all as I would have had it, save
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| 58 | By what observance, I pray you? | |
| 59 | Let me see what he writes, and when he means to come. | |
| 60 | What have we here? | |
| 61 | [Reads] I have sent you a daughter-in-law: she hath
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| 62 | What is the matter? | |
| 63 | Why should he be killed? | |
| 64 | Think upon patience. Pray you, gentlemen,
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| 65 | Brought you this letter, gentlemen? | |
| 66 | I prithee, lady, have a better cheer;
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| 67 | And to be a soldier? | |
| 68 | Return you thither? | |
| 69 | Find you that there? | |
| 70 | Nothing in France, until he have no wife!
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| 71 | Parolles, was it not? | |
| 72 | A very tainted fellow, and full of wickedness.
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| 73 | You're welcome, gentlemen.
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| 74 | Not so, but as we change our courtesies.
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| 75 | Alas! and would you take the letter of her?
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| 76 | Ah, what sharp stings are in her mildest words!
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| 77 | What angel shall
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| 78 | I would I had not known him; it was the death of the
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| 79 | So he is. My lord that's gone made himself much
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| 80 | With very much content, my lord; and I wish it
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| 81 | It rejoices me, that I hope I shall see him ere I
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| 82 | You need but plead your honourable privilege. | |
| 83 | 'Tis past, my liege;
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| 84 | Which better than the first, O dear heaven, bless!
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| 85 | Son, on my life,
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| 86 | Now, justice on the doers! | |
| 87 | He blushes, and 'tis it:
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