| Speeches (Lines) for Cleomenesin "Winter's Tale"
 Total: 7
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   | 1 | III,1,1182 | (stage directions). [Enter CLEOMENES and DION]
 Cleomenes. The climate's delicate, the air most sweet,
Fertile the isle, the temple much surpassing
 The common praise it bears.
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   | 2 | III,1,1191 | Dion. I shall report,
For most it caught me, the celestial habits,
 Methinks I so should term them, and the reverence
 Of the grave wearers. O, the sacrifice!
 How ceremonious, solemn and unearthly
 It was i' the offering!
 Cleomenes. But of all, the burst
And the ear-deafening voice o' the oracle,
 Kin to Jove's thunder, so surprised my sense.
 That I was nothing.
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   | 3 | III,1,1199 | Dion. If the event o' the journey
Prove as successful to the queen,—O be't so!—
 As it hath been to us rare, pleasant, speedy,
 The time is worth the use on't.
 Cleomenes. Great Apollo
Turn all to the best! These proclamations,
 So forcing faults upon Hermione,
 I little like.
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   | 4 | III,2,1351 | Officer. You here shall swear upon this sword of justice,
That you, Cleomenes and Dion, have
 Been both at Delphos, and from thence have brought
 The seal'd-up oracle, by the hand deliver'd
 Of great Apollo's priest; and that, since then,
 You have not dared to break the holy seal
 Nor read the secrets in't.
 Cleomenes. [with Dion] All this we swear.
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   | 5 | V,1,2820 | (stage directions). [Enter LEONTES, CLEOMENES, DION, PAULINA, and Servants]
 Cleomenes. Sir, you have done enough, and have perform'd
A saint-like sorrow: no fault could you make,
 Which you have not redeem'd; indeed, paid down
 More penitence than done trespass: at the last,
 Do as the heavens have done, forget your evil;
 With them forgive yourself.
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   | 6 | V,1,2843 | Leontes. I think so. Kill'd!
She I kill'd! I did so: but thou strikest me
 Sorely, to say I did; it is as bitter
 Upon thy tongue as in my thought: now, good now,
 Say so but seldom.
 Cleomenes. Not at all, good lady:
You might have spoken a thousand things that would
 Have done the time more benefit and graced
 Your kindness better.
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   | 7 | V,1,2909 | Paulina. Then, good my lords, bear witness to his oath.
 Cleomenes. You tempt him over-much.
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