Speeches (Lines) for Luciana
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Perhaps some merchant hath invited him,
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Because their business still lies out o' door. |
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O, know he is the bridle of your will. |
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Why, headstrong liberty is lash'd with woe.
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Not this, but troubles of the marriage-bed. |
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Ere I learn love, I'll practise to obey. |
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Till he come home again, I would forbear. |
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Well, I will marry one day, but to try.
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Spake he so doubtfully, thou couldst not feel his meaning? |
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10 |
Quoth who? |
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11 |
Fie, how impatience loureth in your face! |
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12 |
Self-harming jealousy! fie, beat it hence! |
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13 |
How many fond fools serve mad jealousy! |
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14 |
Fie, brother! how the world is changed with you!
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15 |
Dromio, go bid the servants spread for dinner. |
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16 |
Why pratest thou to thyself and answer'st not?
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17 |
If thou art changed to aught, 'tis to an ass. |
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18 |
Come, come, Antipholus, we dine too late. |
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19 |
And may it be that you have quite forgot
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What, are you mad, that you do reason so? |
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21 |
It is a fault that springeth from your eye. |
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22 |
Gaze where you should, and that will clear your sight. |
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23 |
Why call you me love? call my sister so. |
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24 |
That's my sister. |
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25 |
All this my sister is, or else should be. |
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26 |
O, soft, air! hold you still:
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27 |
First he denied you had in him no right. |
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28 |
Then swore he that he was a stranger here. |
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29 |
Then pleaded I for you. |
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30 |
That love I begg'd for you he begg'd of me. |
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31 |
With words that in an honest suit might move.
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32 |
Have patience, I beseech. |
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33 |
Who would be jealous then of such a one?
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34 |
How hast thou lost thy breath? |
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35 |
Alas, how fiery and how sharp he looks! |
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36 |
And I am witness with her that she did. |
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37 |
Ay me, poor man, how pale and wan he looks! |
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38 |
God help, poor souls, how idly do they talk! |
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39 |
God, for thy mercy! they are loose again. |
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40 |
She never reprehended him but mildly,
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41 |
Complain unto the duke of this indignity. |
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42 |
Kneel to the duke before he pass the abbey.
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43 |
Ne'er may I look on day, nor sleep on night,
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