Speeches (Lines) for Leontes
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Stay your thanks a while;
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We are tougher, brother,
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One seven-night longer. |
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We'll part the time between's then; and in that
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Tongue-tied, our queen?
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Well said, Hermione. |
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Is he won yet? |
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At my request he would not.
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Never, but once. |
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Why, that was when
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[Aside]. Too hot, too hot!
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I' fecks!
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Thou want'st a rough pash and the shoots that I have,
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No, in good earnest.
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You will! why, happy man be's dole! My brother,
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So stands this squire
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To your own bents dispose you: you'll be found,
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Why that's some comfort. What, Camillo there? |
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Go play, Mamillius; thou'rt an honest man.
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Didst note it? |
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Didst perceive it?
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At the queen's be't: 'good' should be pertinent
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Ha! |
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Ay, but why? |
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Satisfy!
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To bide upon't, thou art not honest, or,
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Ha' not you seen, Camillo,—
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Is whispering nothing?
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Say it be, 'tis true. |
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It is; you lie, you lie:
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Why, he that wears her like a medal, hanging
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Make that thy question, and go rot!
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Thou dost advise me
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This is all:
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I will seem friendly, as thou hast advised me. |
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Was he met there? his train? Camillo with him? |
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How blest am I
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I know't too well.
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Bear the boy hence; he shall not come about her;
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You, my lords,
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You have mistook, my lady,
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No; if I mistake
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Shall I be heard? |
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Go, do our bidding; hence! |
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Hold your peaces. |
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Cease; no more.
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What! lack I credit? |
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Why, what need we
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How could that be?
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Though I am satisfied and need no more
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Nor night nor day no rest: it is but weakness
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How does the boy? |
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To see his nobleness!
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What noise there, ho? |
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How!
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What, canst not rule her? |
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Good queen! |
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Force her hence. |
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Out!
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Traitors!
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He dreads his wife. |
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A nest of traitors! |
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A callat
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A gross hag
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Once more, take her hence. |
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I'll ha' thee burnt. |
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On your allegiance,
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Thou, traitor, hast set on thy wife to this.
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You're liars all. |
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I am a feather for each wind that blows:
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It shall be possible. Swear by this sword
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Mark and perform it, see'st thou! for the fail
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No, I'll not rear
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Twenty-three days
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This sessions, to our great grief we pronounce,
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Read the indictment. |
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I ne'er heard yet
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You will not own it. |
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You knew of his departure, as you know
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Your actions are my dreams;
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Break up the seals and read. |
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Hast thou read truth? |
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There is no truth at all i' the oracle:
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What is the business? |
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How! gone! |
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Apollo's angry; and the heavens themselves
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Take her hence:
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Go on, go on
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Thou didst speak but well
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Whilst I remember
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I think so. Kill'd!
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Good Paulina,
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Thou speak'st truth.
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She had; and would incense me
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Stars, stars,
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Never, Paulina; so be blest my spirit! |
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My true Paulina,
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What with him? he comes not
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His princess, say you, with him? |
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Go, Cleomenes;
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Prithee, no more; cease; thou know'st
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O my brother,
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Where the warlike Smalus,
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The blessed gods
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Where's Bohemia? speak. |
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Who? Camillo? |
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You are married? |
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My lord,
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That 'once' I see by your good father's speed
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Would he do so, I'ld beg your precious mistress,
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I thought of her,
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O grave and good Paulina, the great comfort
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O Paulina,
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Her natural posture!
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As now she might have done,
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Do not draw the curtain. |
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Let be, let be.
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The fixture of her eye has motion in't,
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O sweet Paulina,
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Do, Paulina;
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No, not these twenty years. |
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What you can make her do,
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Proceed:
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O, she's warm!
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O, peace, Paulina!
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