Speeches (Lines) for Orsino
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If music be the food of love, play on;
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What, Curio? |
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Why, so I do, the noblest that I have:
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O, she that hath a heart of that fine frame
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Who saw Cesario, ho? |
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Stand you a while aloof, Cesario,
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Be clamorous and leap all civil bounds
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O, then unfold the passion of my love,
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Dear lad, believe it;
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10 |
Give me some music. Now, good morrow, friends.
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Who was it? |
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Seek him out, and play the tune the while.
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Thou dost speak masterly:
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What kind of woman is't? |
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She is not worth thee, then. What years, i' faith? |
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Too old by heaven: let still the woman take
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Then let thy love be younger than thyself,
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O, fellow, come, the song we had last night.
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Ay; prithee, sing.
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There's for thy pains. |
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I'll pay thy pleasure then. |
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22 |
Give me now leave to leave thee. |
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Let all the rest give place.
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I cannot be so answer'd. |
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There is no woman's sides
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What dost thou know? |
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And what's her history? |
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But died thy sister of her love, my boy? |
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Ay, that's the theme.
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30 |
Belong you to the Lady Olivia, friends? |
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I know thee well; how dost thou, my good fellow? |
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Just the contrary; the better for thy friends. |
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33 |
How can that be? |
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34 |
Why, this is excellent. |
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35 |
Thou shalt not be the worse for me: there's gold. |
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36 |
O, you give me ill counsel. |
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Well, I will be so much a sinner, to be a
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38 |
You can fool no more money out of me at this throw:
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That face of his I do remember well;
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40 |
Notable pirate! thou salt-water thief!
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When came he to this town? |
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42 |
Here comes the countess: now heaven walks on earth.
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Gracious Olivia,— |
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44 |
Still so cruel? |
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45 |
What, to perverseness? you uncivil lady,
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Why should I not, had I the heart to do it,
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Come, away! |
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Husband! |
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Her husband, sirrah! |
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50 |
O thou dissembling cub! what wilt thou be
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My gentleman, Cesario? |
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How now, gentleman! how is't with you? |
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53 |
One face, one voice, one habit, and two persons,
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54 |
Be not amazed; right noble is his blood.
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55 |
Give me thy hand;
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This savours not much of distraction. |
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Madam, I am most apt to embrace your offer.
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Is this the madman? |
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Pursue him and entreat him to a peace:
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