Speeches (Lines) for Celia
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I pray thee, Rosalind, sweet my coz, be merry. |
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Herein I see thou lov'st me not with the full weight that I
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You know my father hath no child but I, nor none is like to
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Marry, I prithee, do, to make sport withal; but love no man
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Let us sit and mock the good housewife Fortune from her
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'Tis true; for those that she makes fair she scarce makes
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No; when Nature hath made a fair creature, may she not by
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Peradventure this is not Fortune's work neither, but
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Were you made the messenger? |
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How prove you that, in the great heap of your knowledge? |
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By our beards, if we had them, thou art. |
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Prithee, who is't that thou mean'st? |
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My father's love is enough to honour him. Enough, speak no
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By my troth, thou sayest true; for since the little wit that
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Which he will put on us as pigeons feed their young. |
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All the better; we shall be the more marketable. Bon jour,
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Sport! of what colour? |
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Well said; that was laid on with a trowel. |
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Well, the beginning, that is dead and buried. |
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I could match this beginning with an old tale. |
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Or I, I promise thee. |
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Yonder, sure, they are coming. Let us now stay and see it. |
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Alas, he is too young; yet he looks successfully. |
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Call him hither, good Monsieur Le Beau. |
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Young gentleman, your spirits are too bold for your years.
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And mine to eke out hers. |
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Your heart's desires be with you! |
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I would I were invisible, to catch the strong fellow by the
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If I had a thunderbolt in mine eye, I can tell who should
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Were I my father, coz, would I do this? |
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Gentle cousin,
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Ay. Fare you well, fair gentleman. |
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Will you go, coz? |
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Why, cousin! why, Rosalind! Cupid have mercy!
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No, thy words are too precious to be cast away upon curs;
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But is all this for your father? |
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They are but burs, cousin, thrown upon thee in holiday
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Hem them away. |
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Come, come, wrestle with thy affections. |
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O, a good wish upon you! You will try in time, in despite of
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Doth it therefore ensue that you should love his son dearly?
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Why should I not? Doth he not deserve well? |
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With his eyes full of anger. |
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Dear sovereign, hear me speak. |
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I did not then entreat to have her stay;
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Pronounce that sentence, then, on me, my liege;
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O my poor Rosalind! Whither wilt thou go?
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Thou hast not, cousin.
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No, hath not? Rosalind lacks, then, the love
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To seek my uncle in the Forest of Arden. |
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I'll put myself in poor and mean attire,
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What shall I call thee when thou art a man? |
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Something that hath a reference to my state:
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He'll go along o'er the wide world with me;
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I pray you bear with me; I cannot go no further. |
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I pray you, one of you question yond man
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And we will mend thy wages. I like this place,
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'Why should this a desert be?
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How now! Back, friends; shepherd, go off a little; go with
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Didst thou hear these verses? |
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That's no matter; the feet might bear the verses. |
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But didst thou hear without wondering how thy name should be
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Trow you who hath done this? |
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And a chain, that you once wore, about his neck.
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O Lord, Lord! it is a hard matter for friends to meet; but
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Is it possible? |
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O wonderful, wonderful, most wonderful wonderful, and yet
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So you may put a man in your belly. |
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Nay, he hath but a little beard. |
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It is young Orlando, that tripp'd up the wrestler's heels
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I' faith, coz, 'tis he. |
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Orlando. |
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You must borrow me Gargantua's mouth first; 'tis a word too
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It is as easy to count atomies as to resolve the
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Give me audience, good madam. |
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There lay he, stretch'd along like a wounded knight. |
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Cry 'Holla' to thy tongue, I prithee; it curvets
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I would sing my song without a burden; thou bring'st me out
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You bring me out. Soft! comes he not here? |
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Do, I prithee; but yet have the grace to consider that tears
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As good cause as one would desire; therefore weep. |
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Something browner than Judas's.
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An excellent colour: your chestnut was ever the only colour. |
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He hath bought a pair of cast lips of Diana. A nun of
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Nay, certainly, there is no truth in him. |
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Yes; I think he is not a pick-purse nor a horse-stealer; but
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Yes, when he is in; but I think he is not in. |
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'Was' is not 'is'; besides, the oath of a lover is no
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O, that's a brave man! He writes brave verses, speaks brave
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Well, and what of him? |
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It pleases him to call you so; but he hath a Rosalind of a
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I cannot say the words. |
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Go to. Will you, Orlando, have to wife this Rosalind? |
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You have simply misus'd our sex in your love-prate. We must
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Or rather, bottomless; that as fast as you pour affection
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And I'll sleep. Exeunt |
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I warrant you, with pure love and troubled brain, he hath
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Alas, poor shepherd! |
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West of this place, down in the neighbour bottom.
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It is no boast, being ask'd, to say we are. |
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I pray you, tell it. |
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O, I have heard him speak of that same brother;
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Are you his brother? |
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Was't you that did so oft contrive to kill him? |
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Why, how now, Ganymede! sweet Ganymede! |
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There is more in it. Cousin Ganymede! |
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We'll lead you thither.
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Come, you look paler and paler; pray you draw homewards.
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