Speeches (Lines) for Bawd
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We were never so much out of creatures. We have but
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Thou sayest true: 'tis not our bringing up of poor
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What else, man? The stuff we have, a strong wind
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Why to give over, I pray you? is it a shame to get
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Come, other sorts offend as well as we. |
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Boult, has she any qualities? |
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What's her price, Boult? |
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Boult, take you the marks of her, the colour of her
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Why lament you, pretty one? |
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Come, the gods have done their part in you. |
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You are light into my hands, where you are like to live. |
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Ay, and you shall live in pleasure. |
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Yes, indeed shall you, and taste gentlemen of all
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What would you have me be, an I be not a woman? |
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Marry, whip thee, gosling: I think I shall have
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If it please the gods to defend you by men, then men
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And I prithee tell me, how dost thou find the
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We shall have him here to-morrow with his best ruff on. |
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Who, Monsieur Veroles? |
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Well, well; as for him, he brought his disease
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[To MARINA] Pray you, come hither awhile. You
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Thou sayest true, i' faith, so they must; for your
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Thou mayst cut a morsel off the spit. |
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Who should deny it? Come, young one, I like the
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Boult, spend thou that in the town: report what a
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Come your ways; follow me. |
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What have we to do with Diana? Pray you, will you go with us? |
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Fie, fie upon her! she's able to freeze the god
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'Faith, there's no way to be rid on't but by the
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Now, the gods to-bless your honour! |
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We have here one, sir, if she would—but there never
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Your honour knows what 'tis to say well enough. |
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Here comes that which grows to the stalk; never
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I beseech your honour, give me leave: a word, and
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[To MARINA] First, I would have you note, this is
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Next, he's the governor of this country, and a man
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Pray you, without any more virginal fencing, will
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My lord, she's not paced yet: you must take some
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How now! what's the matter? |
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O abominable! |
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Marry, hang her up for ever! |
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Boult, take her away; use her at thy pleasure:
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She conjures: away with her! Would she had never
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