Speeches (Lines) for Benedick
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Were you in doubt, sir, that you asked her? |
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If Signior Leonato be her father, she would not
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What, my dear Lady Disdain! are you yet living? |
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Then is courtesy a turncoat. But it is certain I
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God keep your ladyship still in that mind! so some
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Well, you are a rare parrot-teacher. |
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I would my horse had the speed of your tongue, and
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I noted her not; but I looked on her. |
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Do you question me, as an honest man should do, for
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Why, i' faith, methinks she's too low for a high
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Would you buy her, that you inquire after her? |
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Yea, and a case to put it into. But speak you this
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I can see yet without spectacles and I see no such
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Is't come to this? In faith, hath not the world
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I would your grace would constrain me to tell. |
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You hear, Count Claudio: I can be secret as a dumb
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Like the old tale, my lord: 'it is not so, nor
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And, by my two faiths and troths, my lord, I spoke mine. |
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That I neither feel how she should be loved nor
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That a woman conceived me, I thank her; that she
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With anger, with sickness, or with hunger, my lord,
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If I do, hang me in a bottle like a cat and shoot
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The savage bull may; but if ever the sensible
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I look for an earthquake too, then. |
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I have almost matter enough in me for such an
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Nay, mock not, mock not. The body of your
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No, you shall pardon me. |
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Not now. |
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What's he? |
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Not I, believe me. |
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I pray you, what is he? |
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When I know the gentleman, I'll tell him what you say. |
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In every good thing. |
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Count Claudio? |
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Come, will you go with me? |
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Even to the next willow, about your own business,
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Why, that's spoken like an honest drovier: so they
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Ho! now you strike like the blind man: 'twas the
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Alas, poor hurt fowl! now will he creep into sedges.
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Troth, my lord, I have played the part of Lady Fame.
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The flat transgression of a schoolboy, who, being
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Yet it had not been amiss the rod had been made,
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If their singing answer your saying, by my faith,
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O, she misused me past the endurance of a block!
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Will your grace command me any service to the
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O God, sir, here's a dish I love not: I cannot
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Boy! |
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In my chamber-window lies a book: bring it hither
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I know that; but I would have thee hence, and here again.
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Now, divine air! now is his soul ravished! Is it
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An he had been a dog that should have howled thus,
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Is't possible? Sits the wind in that corner? |
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I should think this a gull, but that the
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[Coming forward] This can be no trick: the
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Fair Beatrice, I thank you for your pains. |
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You take pleasure then in the message? |
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Ha! 'Against my will I am sent to bid you come in
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Gallants, I am not as I have been. |
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I have the toothache. |
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Hang it! |
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Well, every one can master a grief but he that has
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Yet is this no charm for the toothache. Old
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How now! interjections? Why, then, some be of
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This looks not like a nuptial. |
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How doth the lady? |
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Sir, sir, be patient.
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Lady, were you her bedfellow last night? |
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Two of them have the very bent of honour;
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Signior Leonato, let the friar advise you:
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Lady Beatrice, have you wept all this while? |
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I will not desire that. |
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Surely I do believe your fair cousin is wronged. |
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Is there any way to show such friendship? |
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May a man do it? |
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I do love nothing in the world so well as you: is
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By my sword, Beatrice, thou lovest me. |
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I will swear by it that you love me; and I will make
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With no sauce that can be devised to it. I protest
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What offence, sweet Beatrice? |
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And do it with all thy heart. |
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Come, bid me do any thing for thee. |
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Ha! not for the wide world. |
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Tarry, sweet Beatrice. |
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Beatrice,— |
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We'll be friends first. |
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Is Claudio thine enemy? |
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Hear me, Beatrice,— |
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Nay, but, Beatrice,— |
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Beat— |
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Tarry, good Beatrice. By this hand, I love thee. |
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Think you in your soul the Count Claudio hath wronged Hero? |
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Enough, I am engaged; I will challenge him. I will
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Good day, my lord. |
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In a false quarrel there is no true valour. I came
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It is in my scabbard: shall I draw it? |
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Sir, I shall meet your wit in the career, and you
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Shall I speak a word in your ear? |
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[Aside to CLAUDIO] You are a villain; I jest not:
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Sir, your wit ambles well; it goes easily. |
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Fare you well, boy: you know my mind. I will leave
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Pray thee, sweet Mistress Margaret, deserve well at
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In so high a style, Margaret, that no man living
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Thy wit is as quick as the greyhound's mouth; it catches. |
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A most manly wit, Margaret; it will not hurt a
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If you use them, Margaret, you must put in the
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And therefore will come.
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O, stay but till then! |
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Only foul words; and thereupon I will kiss thee. |
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Thou hast frighted the word out of his right sense,
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Suffer love! a good epithet! I do suffer love
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Thou and I are too wise to woo peaceably. |
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An old, an old instance, Beatrice, that lived in
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Question: why, an hour in clamour and a quarter in
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And how do you? |
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Serve God, love me and mend. There will I leave
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I will live in thy heart, die in thy lap, and be
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And so am I, being else by faith enforced
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Friar, I must entreat your pains, I think. |
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To bind me, or undo me; one of them.
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And I do with an eye of love requite her. |
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Your answer, sir, is enigmatical:
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Bull Jove, sir, had an amiable low;
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Soft and fair, friar. Which is Beatrice? |
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Do not you love me? |
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Why, then your uncle and the prince and Claudio
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Troth, no; no more than reason. |
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They swore that you were almost sick for me. |
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'Tis no such matter. Then you do not love me? |
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A miracle! here's our own hands against our hearts.
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Peace! I will stop your mouth. |
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I'll tell thee what, prince; a college of
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Come, come, we are friends: let's have a dance ere
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First, of my word; therefore play, music. Prince,
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Think not on him till to-morrow:
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