Speeches (Lines) for Edgar
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How now, brother Edmund? What serious contemplation are you
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Do you busy yourself with that? |
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How long have you been a sectary astronomical? |
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The night gone by. |
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Ay, two hours together. |
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None at all. |
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Some villain hath done me wrong. |
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Arm'd, brother? |
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Shall I hear from you anon? |
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I am sure on't, not a word. |
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I heard myself proclaim'd,
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[within] Fathom and half, fathom and half! Poor Tom! |
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Away! the foul fiend follows me! Through the sharp hawthorn
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Who gives anything to poor Tom? whom the foul fiend hath led
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Pillicock sat on Pillicock's Hill. 'Allow, 'allow, loo, loo! |
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Take heed o' th' foul fiend; obey thy parents: keep thy word
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A servingman, proud in heart and mind; that curl'd my hair,
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This is the foul fiend Flibbertigibbet. He begins at curfew,
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Poor Tom, that eats the swimming frog, the toad, the todpole,
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The prince of darkness is a gentleman!
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Poor Tom 's acold. |
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How to prevent the fiend and to kill vermin. |
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Tom's acold. |
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Child Rowland to the dark tower came;
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Frateretto calls me, and tells me Nero is an angler in the
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The foul fiend bites my back. |
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Look, where he stands and glares! Want'st thou eyes at trial,
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The foul fiend haunts poor Tom in the voice of a nightingale.
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Let us deal justly.
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Bless thy five wits! |
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[aside] My tears begin to take his part so much
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Tom will throw his head at them. Avaunt, you curs!
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When we our betters see bearing our woes,
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Yet better thus, and known to be contemn'd,
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[aside] O gods! Who is't can say 'I am at the worst'?
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[aside] And worse I may be yet. The worst is not
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[aside] How should this be?
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Poor Tom's acold. [Aside] I cannot daub it further. |
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[aside] And yet I must.- Bless thy sweet eyes, they bleed. |
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Both stile and gate, horseway and footpath. Poor Tom hath been
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Ay, master. |
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Give me thy arm.
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You do climb up it now. Look how we labour. |
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Horrible steep.
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Why, then, your other senses grow imperfect
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Y'are much deceiv'd. In nothing am I chang'd
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Come on, sir; here's the place. Stand still. How fearful
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Give me your hand. You are now within a foot
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Now fare ye well, good sir. |
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[aside]. Why I do trifle thus with his despair
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Gone, sir, farewell.-
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Hadst thou been aught but gossamer, feathers, air,
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From the dread summit of this chalky bourn.
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Give me your arm.
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This is above all strangeness.
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As I stood here below, methought his eyes
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Bear free and patient thoughts.
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O thou side-piercing sight! |
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Sweet marjoram. |
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[aside] I would not take this from report. It is,
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O, matter and impertinency mix'd!
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Hail, gentle sir. |
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Do you hear aught, sir, of a battle toward? |
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But, by your favour,
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I thank you sir. That's all. |
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I thank you, sir |
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Well pray you, father. |
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A most poor man, made tame to fortune's blows,
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Chill not let go, zir, without vurther 'cagion. |
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Good gentleman, go your gait, and let poor voke pass. An chud
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Chill pick your teeth, zir. Come! No matter vor your foins. |
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I know thee well. A serviceable villain,
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Sit you down, father; rest you.
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Give me your hand.
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If e'er your Grace had speech with man so poor,
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Before you fight the battle, ope this letter.
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I was forbid it.
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Here, father, take the shadow of this tree
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Away, old man! give me thy hand! away!
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What, in ill thoughts again? Men must endure
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Know my name is lost;
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What's he that speaks for Edmund Earl of Gloucester? |
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Draw thy sword,
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Let's exchange charity.
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Worthy prince, I know't. |
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By nursing them, my lord. List a brief tale;
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This would have seem'd a period
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Kent, sir, the banish'd Kent; who in disguise
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What kind of help? |
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What means that bloody knife? |
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Here comes Kent. |
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To who, my lord? Who has the office? Send
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Or image of that horror? |
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'Tis noble Kent, your friend. |
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Very bootless. |
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He faints! My lord, my lord! |
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Look up, my lord. |
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He is gone indeed. |
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