Speeches (Lines) for Isabella
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And have you nuns no farther privileges? |
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Yes, truly; I speak not as desiring more;
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Who's that which calls? |
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Peace and prosperity! Who is't that calls |
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Why 'her unhappy brother'? let me ask,
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Woe me! for what? |
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Sir, make me not your story. |
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You do blaspheme the good in mocking me. |
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Some one with child by him? My cousin Juliet? |
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Adoptedly; as school-maids change their names
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O, let him marry her. |
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Doth he so seek his life? |
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Alas! what poor ability's in me
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My power? Alas, I doubt— |
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I'll see what I can do. |
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I will about it straight;
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Good sir, adieu. |
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I am a woeful suitor to your honour,
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There is a vice that most I do abhor,
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I have a brother is condemn'd to die:
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O just but severe law!
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Must he needs die? |
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Yes; I do think that you might pardon him,
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But can you, if you would? |
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But might you do't, and do the world no wrong,
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Too late? why, no; I, that do speak a word.
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I would to heaven I had your potency,
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Alas, alas!
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To-morrow! O, that's sudden! Spare him, spare him!
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Yet show some pity. |
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So you must be the first that gives this sentence,
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Could great men thunder
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We cannot weigh our brother with ourself:
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That in the captain's but a choleric word,
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Because authority, though it err like others,
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Gentle my lord, turn back. |
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Hark how I'll bribe you: good my lord, turn back. |
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Ay, with such gifts that heaven shall share with you. |
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Not with fond shekels of the tested gold,
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Heaven keep your honour safe! |
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At what hour to-morrow
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'Save your honour! |
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I am come to know your pleasure. |
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Even so. Heaven keep your honour! |
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Under your sentence? |
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When, I beseech you? that in his reprieve,
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'Tis set down so in heaven, but not in earth. |
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Sir, believe this,
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How say you? |
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Please you to do't,
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That I do beg his life, if it be sin,
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Let me be ignorant, and in nothing good,
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So. |
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True. |
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As much for my poor brother as myself:
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And 'twere the cheaper way:
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Ignomy in ransom and free pardon
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O, pardon me, my lord; it oft falls out,
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Else let my brother die,
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Ay, as the glasses where they view themselves;
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I have no tongue but one: gentle my lord,
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My brother did love Juliet,
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I know your virtue hath a licence in't,
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Ha! little honour to be much believed,
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To whom should I complain? Did I tell this,
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[Within] What, ho! Peace here; grace and good company! |
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My business is a word or two with Claudio. |
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Why,
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None, but such remedy as, to save a head,
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Yes, brother, you may live:
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Ay, just; perpetual durance, a restraint,
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In such a one as, you consenting to't,
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O, I do fear thee, Claudio; and I quake,
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There spake my brother; there my father's grave
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O, 'tis the cunning livery of hell,
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Yes, he would give't thee, from this rank offence,
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O, were it but my life,
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Be ready, Claudio, for your death tomorrow. |
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Which is the least? |
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What says my brother? |
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And shamed life a hateful. |
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Alas, alas! |
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O you beast!
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O, fie, fie, fie!
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What is your will? |
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I have no superfluous leisure; my stay must be
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I am now going to resolve him: I had rather my
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Let me hear you speak farther. I have spirit to do
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I have heard of the lady, and good words went with her name. |
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Can this be so? did Angelo so leave her? |
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What a merit were it in death to take this poor maid
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Show me how, good father. |
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The image of it gives me content already; and I
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I thank you for this comfort. Fare you well, good father. |
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He hath a garden circummured with brick,
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I have ta'en a due and wary note upon't:
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No, none, but only a repair i' the dark;
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I do desire the like. |
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She'll take the enterprise upon her, father,
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Little have you to say
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[Within] Peace, ho, be here! |
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Ho, by your leave! |
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The better, given me by so holy a man.
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Nay, but it is not so. |
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O, I will to him and pluck out his eyes! |
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Unhappy Claudio! wretched Isabel!
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I am directed by you. |
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To speak so indirectly I am loath:
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Besides, he tells me that, if peradventure
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O, peace! the friar is come. |
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Justice, O royal duke! Vail your regard
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O worthy duke,
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By course of justice! |
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Most strange, but yet most truly, will I speak:
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It is not truer he is Angelo
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O prince, I conjure thee, as thou believest
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O gracious duke,
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I am the sister of one Claudio,
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That's he indeed. |
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This gentleman told somewhat of my tale,— |
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I went
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Pardon it;
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In brief, to set the needless process by,
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O, that it were as like as it is true! |
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And is this all?
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One that I would were here, Friar Lodowick. |
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O, give me pardon,
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I do, my lord. |
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Most bounteous sir,
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