Speeches (Lines) for Duke of Milan
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Now, daughter Silvia, you are hard beset.
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Know ye Don Antonio, your countryman? |
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Hath he not a son? |
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You know him well? |
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Beshrew me, sir, but if he make this good,
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Welcome him then according to his worth.
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Sir Thurio, give us leave, I pray, awhile;
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Proteus, I thank thee for thine honest care;
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Upon mine honour, he shall never know
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Sir Valentine, whither away so fast? |
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Be they of much import? |
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Nay then, no matter; stay with me awhile;
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No, trust me; she is peevish, sullen, froward,
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There is a lady in Verona here
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But she did scorn a present that I sent her. |
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But she I mean is promised by her friends
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Ay, but the doors be lock'd and keys kept safe,
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Her chamber is aloft, far from the ground,
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Now, as thou art a gentleman of blood,
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This very night; for Love is like a child,
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But, hark thee; I will go to her alone:
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A cloak as long as thine will serve the turn? |
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Then let me see thy cloak:
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How shall I fashion me to wear a cloak?
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Sir Thurio, fear not but that she will love you,
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This weak impress of love is as a figure
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My daughter takes his going grievously. |
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So I believe; but Thurio thinks not so.
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Thou know'st how willingly I would effect
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And also, I think, thou art not ignorant
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Ay, and perversely she persevers so.
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Ay, but she'll think that it is spoke in hate. |
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Then you must undertake to slander him. |
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Where your good word cannot advantage him,
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And, Proteus, we dare trust you in this kind,
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Ay,
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This discipline shows thou hast been in love. |
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About it, gentlemen! |
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Even now about it! I will pardon you. |
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How now, Sir Proteus! how now, Thurio!
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Saw you my daughter? |
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Why then,
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Sir Valentine! |
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The more degenerate and base art thou,
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I grant it, for thine own, whate'er it be. |
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Thou hast prevail'd; I pardon them and thee:
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I think the boy hath grace in him; he blushes. |
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What mean you by that saying? |
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