Speeches (Lines) for Charmian
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Lord Alexas, sweet Alexas, most any thing Alexas,
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Is this the man? Is't you, sir, that know things? |
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Good sir, give me good fortune. |
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Pray, then, foresee me one. |
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He means in flesh. |
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Wrinkles forbid! |
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Hush! |
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I had rather heat my liver with drinking. |
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Good now, some excellent fortune! Let me be married
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O excellent! I love long life better than figs. |
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Then belike my children shall have no names:
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Out, fool! I forgive thee for a witch. |
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Nay, come, tell Iras hers. |
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E'en as the o'erflowing Nilus presageth famine. |
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Nay, if an oily palm be not a fruitful
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Well, if you were but an inch of fortune better than
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Our worser thoughts heavens mend! Alexas,—come,
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Amen. |
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19 |
Not he; the queen. |
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20 |
No, madam. |
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21 |
I did not see him since. |
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22 |
Madam, methinks, if you did love him dearly,
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In each thing give him way, cross him nothing. |
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Tempt him not so too far; I wish, forbear:
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25 |
Madam? |
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26 |
Why, madam? |
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27 |
You think of him too much. |
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28 |
Madam, I trust, not so. |
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29 |
O that brave Caesar! |
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30 |
The valiant Caesar! |
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31 |
By your most gracious pardon,
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32 |
My arm is sore; best play with Mardian. |
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33 |
'Twas merry when
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Good madam, keep yourself within yourself:
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He is afeard to come. |
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36 |
Good your highness, patience. |
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37 |
Many times, madam. |
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38 |
Like her! O Isis! 'tis impossible. |
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39 |
Three in Egypt
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40 |
Excellent. |
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41 |
A proper man. |
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42 |
Nothing, madam. |
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Hath he seen majesty? Isis else defend,
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I warrant you, madam. |
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45 |
Do! why: what else? |
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46 |
Madam! |
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47 |
Please you, retire to your chamber. |
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48 |
To the monument!
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49 |
Be comforted, dear madam. |
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50 |
O, quietness, lady! |
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51 |
Lady! |
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52 |
O madam, madam, madam! |
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Peace, peace, Iras! |
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54 |
O Cleopatra! thou art taken, queen: |
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Madam, I will. |
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56 |
Behold, sir. |
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57 |
Dissolve, thick cloud, and rain; that I may say,
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58 |
O eastern star! |
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O, break! O, break! |
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In this vile world? So, fare thee well.
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Speak softly, wake her not. |
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Too slow a messenger.
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It is well done, and fitting for a princess
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