Speeches (Lines) for Cymbeline
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Thou basest thing, avoid! hence, from my sight!
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O disloyal thing,
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Past grace? obedience? |
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That mightst have had the sole son of my queen! |
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Thou took'st a beggar; wouldst have made my throne
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O thou vile one! |
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What, art thou mad? |
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Thou foolish thing!
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Nay, let her languish
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Attend you here the door of our stern daughter?
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The exile of her minion is too new;
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A worthy fellow,
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Now say, what would Augustus Caesar with us? |
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Son, let your mother end. |
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You must know,
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Say, then, to Caesar,
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Thou art welcome, Caius.
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I know your master's pleasure and he mine:
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Thus far; and so farewell. |
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Our subjects, sir,
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My lords, you are appointed for that office;
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Leave not the worthy Lucius, good my lords,
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Lucius hath wrote already to the emperor
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Our expectation that it would be thus
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Where is she, sir? How
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Her doors lock'd?
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Again; and bring me word how 'tis with her.
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The time is troublesome.
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Now for the counsel of my son and queen!
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I thank you. Let's withdraw;
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Stand by my side, you whom the gods have made
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No tidings of him? |
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To my grief, I am
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Bow your knees.
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Who worse than a physician
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Prithee, say. |
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She alone knew this;
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O most delicate fiend!
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Heard you all this, her women? |
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Mine eyes
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I have surely seen him:
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What wouldst thou, boy?
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Wherefore eyest him so? |
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Ay, with all my heart,
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Thou'rt my good youth, my page;
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Come, stand thou by our side;
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That diamond upon your finger, say
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How! me? |
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All that belongs to this. |
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My daughter! what of her? Renew thy strength:
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I stand on fire:
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Nay, nay, to the purpose. |
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Does the world go round? |
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If this be so, the gods do mean to strike me
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The tune of Imogen! |
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New matter still? |
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What's this, Comelius? |
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How now, my flesh, my child!
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My tears that fall
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O, she was nought; and long of her it was
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Marry, the gods forfend!
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He was a prince. |
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I am sorry for thee:
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Bind the offender,
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Why, old soldier,
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And thou shalt die for't. |
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What of him? he is
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Take him hence:
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Nursing of my sons! |
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How! my issue! |
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Thou weep'st, and speak'st.
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Guiderius had
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O, what, am I
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Did you e'er meet? |
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O rare instinct!
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All o'erjoy'd,
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The forlorn soldier, that so nobly fought,
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Nobly doom'd!
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This hath some seeming. |
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Well
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Laud we the gods;
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