Speeches (Lines) for Lord Chamberlain
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Is't possible the spells of France should juggle
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As far as I see, all the good our English
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Death! my lord,
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What is't for? |
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I'm glad 'tis there: now I would pray our monsieurs
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What a loss our ladies
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Well said, Lord Sands;
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Sir Thomas,
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O, 'tis true:
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No doubt he's noble;
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True, they are so:
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You are young, Sir Harry Guildford. |
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Sweet ladies, will it please you sit? Sir Harry,
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Well said, my lord.
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Look out there, some of ye. |
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How now! what is't? |
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Because they speak no English, thus they pray'd
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Your grace? |
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I will, my lord. |
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Such a one, they all confess,
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An't please your grace, Sir Thomas Bullen's daughter—
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'My lord, the horses your lordship sent for, with
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Good day to both your graces. |
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I left him private,
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It seems the marriage with his brother's wife
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Heaven keep me from such counsel! 'Tis most true
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Excuse me;
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Good morrow, ladies. What were't worth to know
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It was a gentle business, and becoming
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You bear a gentle mind, and heavenly blessings
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Lady,
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My lords, you speak your pleasures:
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The king in this perceives him, how he coasts
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Now, God incense him,
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O my lord,
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This is the king's ring. |
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Mercy o' me, what a multitude are here!
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As I live,
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