Speeches (Lines) for Imogen
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O
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Nay, stay a little:
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O the gods!
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There cannot be a pinch in death
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I beseech you, sir,
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Past hope, and in despair; that way, past grace. |
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O blest, that I might not! I chose an eagle,
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No; I rather added
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Sir,
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Almost, sir: heaven restore me! Would I were
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Your son's my father's friend; he takes his part.
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About some half-hour hence,
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I would thou grew'st unto the shores o' the haven,
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Then waved his handkerchief? |
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Senseless Linen! happier therein than I!
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Thou shouldst have made him
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I would have broke mine eye-strings; crack'd them, but
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I did not take my leave of him, but had
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Those things I bid you do, get them dispatch'd.
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A father cruel, and a step-dame false;
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Thanks, good sir:
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[Reads] 'He is one of the noblest note, to whose
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What makes your admiration? |
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What is the matter, trow? |
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What, dear sir,
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Continues well my lord? His health, beseech you? |
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Is he disposed to mirth? I hope he is. |
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When he was here,
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Will my lord say so? |
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Not he, I hope. |
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What do you pity, sir? |
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Am I one, sir?
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I pray you, sir,
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You do seem to know
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My lord, I fear,
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Let me hear no more. |
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Revenged!
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What, ho, Pisanio! |
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Away! I do condemn mine ears that have
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You make amends. |
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All's well, sir: take my power i' the court
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Pray, what is't? |
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Willingly;
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O, no, no. |
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I thank you for your pains:
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I will write.
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Who's there? my woman Helen? |
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What hour is it? |
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I have read three hours then: mine eyes are weak:
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Good morrow, sir. You lay out too much pains
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If you but said so, 'twere as deep with me:
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But that you shall not say I yield being silent,
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Fools are not mad folks. |
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As I am mad, I do:
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Profane fellow
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He never can meet more mischance than come
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To Dorothy my woman hie thee presently— |
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I am sprited with a fool.
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I hope so: go and search. |
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Ay, I said so, sir:
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Your mother too:
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How now, Pisanio! |
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Who? thy lord? that is my lord, Leonatus!
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Why, one that rode to's execution, man,
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I see before me, man: nor here, nor here,
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Thou told'st me, when we came from horse, the place
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[Reads] 'Thy mistress, Pisanio, hath played the
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False to his bed! What is it to be false?
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I false! Thy conscience witness: Iachimo,
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True honest men being heard, like false Aeneas,
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Why, I must die;
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Do't, and to bed then. |
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Wherefore then
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Talk thy tongue weary; speak
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Most like;
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Some Roman courtezan. |
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Why good fellow,
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No court, no father; nor no more ado
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Where then
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O, for such means!
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Nay, be brief
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Thou art all the comfort
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Amen: I thank thee. |
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I see a man's life is a tedious one:
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Good masters, harm me not:
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I see you're angry:
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To Milford-Haven. |
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Fidele, sir. I have a kinsman who
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'Mongst friends,
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Great men,
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Thanks, sir. |
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So man and man should be;
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So sick I am not, yet I am not well;
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I wish ye sport. |
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[Aside] These are kind creatures. Gods, what lies
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Well or ill,
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[Awaking] Yes, sir, to Milford-Haven; which is
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I am nothing: or if not,
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Richard du Champ.
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Fidele, sir. |
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I'll follow, sir. But first, an't please the gods,
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I humbly thank your highness. |
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No, no: alack,
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He is a Roman; no more kin to me
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I'll tell you, sir, in private, if you please
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Fidele, sir. |
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My boon is, that this gentleman may render
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Peace, my lord; hear, hear— |
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O, get thee from my sight;
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It poison'd me. |
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Most like I did, for I was dead. |
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Why did you throw your wedded lady from you?
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[Kneeling] Your blessing, sir. |
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I am sorry for't, my lord. |
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That headless man
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No, my lord;
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You are my father too, and did relieve me,
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My good master,
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