Speeches (Lines) for Polixenes
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Nine changes of the watery star hath been
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Sir, that's to-morrow.
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No longer stay. |
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Very sooth, to-morrow. |
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Press me not, beseech you, so.
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No, madam. |
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I may not, verily. |
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Your guest, then, madam:
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We were, fair queen,
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We were as twinn'd lambs that did frisk i' the sun,
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O my most sacred lady!
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What means Sicilia? |
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How, my lord!
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If at home, sir,
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This is strange: methinks
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What is the news i' the court? |
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The king hath on him such a countenance
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How! dare not! do not. Do you know, and dare not?
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How! caught of me!
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A sickness caught of me, and yet I well!
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On, good Camillo. |
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By whom, Camillo? |
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For what? |
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O, then my best blood turn
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How should this grow? |
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I do believe thee:
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I pray thee, good Camillo, be no more importunate:
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As thou lovest me, Camillo, wipe not out the rest of
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I have considered so much, Camillo, and with some
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That's likewise part of my intelligence; but, I
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My best Camillo! We must disguise ourselves. |
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Shepherdess,
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Wherefore, gentle maiden,
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Say there be;
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Then make your garden rich in gillyvors,
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This is the prettiest low-born lass that ever
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Pray, good shepherd, what fair swain is this
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She dances featly. |
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This is a brave fellow. |
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You weary those that refresh us: pray, let's see
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O, father, you'll know more of that hereafter.
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What follows this?
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And this my neighbour too? |
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Fairly offer'd. |
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Soft, swain, awhile, beseech you;
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Knows he of this? |
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Methinks a father
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By my white beard,
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Let him know't. |
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Prithee, let him. |
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Mark your divorce, young sir,
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I'll have thy beauty scratch'd with briers, and made
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O, not by much. |
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Dear my brother,
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Masterly done:
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She embraces him. |
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Ay, and make't manifest where she has lived,
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