Speeches (Lines) for Theseus
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Now, fair Hippolyta, our nuptial hour
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Go, Philostrate,
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Thanks, good Egeus: what's the news with thee? |
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What say you, Hermia? be advised fair maid:
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In himself he is;
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Rather your eyes must with his judgment look. |
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Either to die the death or to abjure
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Take time to pause; and, by the nest new moon—
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I must confess that I have heard so much,
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Go, one of you, find out the forester;
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My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind,
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No doubt they rose up early to observe
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Go, bid the huntsmen wake them with their horns.
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I pray you all, stand up.
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Fair lovers, you are fortunately met:
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More strange than true: I never may believe
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Here come the lovers, full of joy and mirth.
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Come now; what masques, what dances shall we have,
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Say, what abridgement have you for this evening?
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[Reads] 'The battle with the Centaurs, to be sung
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What are they that do play it? |
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And we will hear it. |
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I will hear that play;
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Why, gentle sweet, you shall see no such thing. |
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The kinder we, to give them thanks for nothing.
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Let him approach. |
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This fellow doth not stand upon points. |
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His speech, was like a tangled chain; nothing
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I wonder if the lion be to speak. |
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Would you desire lime and hair to speak better? |
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Pyramus draws near the wall: silence! |
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The wall, methinks, being sensible, should curse again. |
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Now is the mural down between the two neighbours. |
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The best in this kind are but shadows; and the worst
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If we imagine no worse of them than they of
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A very gentle beast, of a good conscience. |
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True; and a goose for his discretion. |
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His discretion, I am sure, cannot carry his valour;
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He is no crescent, and his horns are
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This is the greatest error of all the rest: the man
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It appears, by his small light of discretion, that
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Well run, Thisbe. |
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Well moused, Lion. |
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This passion, and the death of a dear friend, would
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With the help of a surgeon he might yet recover, and
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She will find him by starlight. Here she comes; and
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Moonshine and Lion are left to bury the dead. |
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No epilogue, I pray you; for your play needs no
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