Speeches (Lines) for Cornelius
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Pleaseth your highness, ay: here they are, madam:
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Your highness
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[Aside] I do suspect you, madam;
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[Aside] I do not like her. She doth think she has
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I humbly take my leave. |
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Hail, great king!
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With horror, madly dying, like her life,
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First, she confess'd she never loved you, only
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Your daughter, whom she bore in hand to love
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More, sir, and worse. She did confess she had
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O gods!
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The queen, sir, very oft importuned me
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By the queen's dram she swallow'd. |
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