Speeches (Lines) for Katharine
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Princess of France. Such short-lived wits do wither as they grow.
Katharine. The young Dumain, a well-accomplished youth,
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Rosaline. That was the way to make his godhead wax,
Katharine. Ay, and a shrewd unhappy gallows too. |
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Rosaline. You'll ne'er be friends with him; a' kill'd your sister. Katharine. He made her melancholy, sad, and heavy;
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Rosaline. What's your dark meaning, mouse, of this light word? Katharine. A light condition in a beauty dark. |
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Rosaline. We need more light to find your meaning out. Katharine. You'll mar the light by taking it in snuff;
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Rosaline. Look what you do, you do it still i' the dark. Katharine. So do not you, for you are a light wench. |
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Rosaline. Indeed I weigh not you, and therefore light. Katharine. You weigh me not? O, that's you care not for me. |
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Princess of France. Beauteous as ink; a good conclusion. Katharine. Fair as a text B in a copy-book. |
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Rosaline. 'Ware pencils, ho! let me not die your debtor,
Katharine. A pox of that jest! and I beshrew all shrows. |
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Princess of France. But, Katharine, what was sent to you from fair Dumain? Katharine. Madam, this glove. |
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Princess of France. Did he not send you twain? Katharine. Yes, madam, and moreover
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Rosaline. Come on, then; wear the favours most in sight. Katharine. But in this changing what is your intent? |
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(stage directions). [They converse apart] Katharine. What, was your vizard made without a tongue? |
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Longaville. I know the reason, lady, why you ask. Katharine. O for your reason! quickly, sir; I long. |
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Longaville. You have a double tongue within your mask,
Katharine. Veal, quoth the Dutchman. Is not 'veal' a calf? |
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Longaville. A calf, fair lady! Katharine. No, a fair lord calf. |
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Longaville. Let's part the word. Katharine. No, I'll not be your half
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Longaville. Look, how you butt yourself in these sharp mocks!
Katharine. Then die a calf, before your horns do grow. |
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Longaville. One word in private with you, ere I die. Katharine. Bleat softly then; the butcher hears you cry. |
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Maria. Dumain was at my service, and his sword:
Katharine. Lord Longaville said, I came o'er his heart;
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Princess of France. Qualm, perhaps. Katharine. Yes, in good faith. |
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Princess of France. And quick Biron hath plighted faith to me. Katharine. And Longaville was for my service born. |
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Dumain. But what to me, my love? but what to me? A wife? Katharine. A beard, fair health, and honesty;
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Dumain. O, shall I say, I thank you, gentle wife? Katharine. Not so, my lord; a twelvemonth and a day
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Dumain. I'll serve thee true and faithfully till then. Katharine. Yet swear not, lest ye be forsworn again. |
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