Speeches (Lines) for Cressida
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Who were those went by? |
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And whither go they? |
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What was his cause of anger? |
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Good; and what of him? |
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So do all men, unless they are drunk, sick, or have no legs. |
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But how should this man, that makes
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Who comes here? |
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Hector's a gallant man. |
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Good morrow, uncle Pandarus. |
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This morning, uncle. |
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Hector was gone, but Helen was not up. |
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That were we talking of, and of his anger. |
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So he says here. |
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What, is he angry too? |
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O Jupiter! there's no comparison. |
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Ay, if I ever saw him before and knew him. |
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Then you say as I say; for, I am sure, he is not Hector. |
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'Tis just to each of them; he is himself. |
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So he is. |
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He is not Hector. |
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21 |
Excuse me. |
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22 |
Pardon me, pardon me. |
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23 |
He shall not need it, if he have his own. |
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24 |
No matter. |
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'Twould not become him; his own's better. |
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26 |
No, but brown. |
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27 |
To say the truth, true and not true. |
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Why, Paris hath colour enough. |
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29 |
Then Troilus should have too much: if she praised
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30 |
Then she's a merry Greek indeed. |
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Indeed, a tapster's arithmetic may soon bring his
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32 |
Is he so young a man and so old a lifter? |
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33 |
Juno have mercy! how came it cloven? |
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O, he smiles valiantly. |
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O yes, an 'twere a cloud in autumn. |
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Troilus will stand to the proof, if you'll
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If you love an addle egg as well as you love an idle
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Without the rack. |
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39 |
Alas, poor chin! many a wart is richer. |
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With mill-stones. |
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But there was more temperate fire under the pot of
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At what was all this laughing? |
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An't had been a green hair, I should have laughed
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What was his answer? |
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This is her question. |
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So let it now; for it has been while going by. |
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So I do. |
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And I'll spring up in his tears, an 'twere a nettle
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At your pleasure. |
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Speak not so loud. |
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Who's that? |
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Will he give you the nod? |
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If he do, the rich shall have more. |
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O, a brave man! |
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Be those with swords? |
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Who's that? |
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Can Helenus fight, uncle? |
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What sneaking fellow comes yonder? |
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Peace, for shame, peace! |
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Here come more. |
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There is among the Greeks Achilles, a better man than Troilus. |
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Well, well. |
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Ay, a minced man: and then to be baked with no date
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Upon my back, to defend my belly; upon my wit, to
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Nay, I'll watch you for that; and that's one of the
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Adieu, uncle. |
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To bring, uncle? |
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By the same token, you are a bawd.
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Will you walk in, my lord? |
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Wished, my lord! The gods grant,—O my lord! |
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More dregs than water, if my fears have eyes. |
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Blind fear, that seeing reason leads, finds safer
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Nor nothing monstrous neither? |
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They say all lovers swear more performance than they
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Will you walk in, my lord? |
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Well, uncle, what folly I commit, I dedicate to you. |
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Boldness comes to me now, and brings me heart.
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Hard to seem won: but I was won, my lord,
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My lord, I do beseech you, pardon me;
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Pray you, content you. |
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Sir, mine own company. |
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Let me go and try:
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Perchance, my lord, I show more craft than love;
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In that I'll war with you. |
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Prophet may you be!
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Amen. |
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Then, sweet my lord, I'll call mine uncle down;
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Good morrow, then. |
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Are you a-weary of me? |
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Night hath been too brief. |
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Prithee, tarry:
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A pestilence on him! now will he be mocking:
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Go hang yourself, you naughty mocking uncle!
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Come, come, beshrew your heart! you'll ne'er be good,
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Did not I tell you? Would he were knock'd i' the head!
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Come, you are deceived, I think of no such thing.
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How now! what's the matter? who was here? |
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Why sigh you so profoundly? where's my lord? gone!
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O the gods! what's the matter? |
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Good uncle, I beseech you, on my knees! beseech you,
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O you immortal gods! I will not go. |
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102 |
I will not, uncle: I have forgot my father;
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Tear my bright hair and scratch my praised cheeks,
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Why tell you me of moderation?
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O Troilus! Troilus! |
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106 |
Have the gods envy? |
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107 |
And is it true that I must go from Troy? |
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What, and from Troilus too? |
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Is it possible? |
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110 |
I must then to the Grecians? |
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A woful Cressid 'mongst the merry Greeks!
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I true! how now! what wicked deem is this? |
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O, you shall be exposed, my lord, to dangers
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114 |
And you this glove. When shall I see you? |
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O heavens! 'be true' again! |
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O heavens! you love me not. |
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Do you think I will? |
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118 |
My lord, will you be true? |
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119 |
In kissing, do you render or receive? |
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I'll make my match to live,
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You're an odd man; give even or give none. |
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No, Paris is not; for you know 'tis true,
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No, I'll be sworn. |
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You may. |
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125 |
Why, beg, then. |
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I am your debtor, claim it when 'tis due. |
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127 |
Now, my sweet guardian! Hark, a word with you. |
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Remember! yes. |
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Sweet honey Greek, tempt me no more to folly. |
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I'll tell you what,— |
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131 |
In faith, I cannot: what would you have me do? |
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132 |
I prithee, do not hold me to mine oath;
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Diomed,— |
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Hark, one word in your ear. |
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135 |
Nay, but you part in anger. |
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136 |
Guardian!—why, Greek! |
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137 |
In faith, I do not: come hither once again. |
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138 |
In faith, I will, la; never trust me else. |
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139 |
I'll fetch you one. |
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140 |
Here, Diomed, keep this sleeve. |
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141 |
You look upon that sleeve; behold it well.
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It is no matter, now I have't again.
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What, this? |
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144 |
O, all you gods! O pretty, pretty pledge!
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You shall not have it, Diomed; faith, you shall not;
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It is no matter. |
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'Twas one's that loved me better than you will.
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By all Diana's waiting-women yond,
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Well, well, 'tis done, 'tis past: and yet it is not;
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You shall not go: one cannot speak a word,
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Ay, come:—O Jove!—do come:—I shall be plagued. |
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Good night: I prithee, come.
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