Speeches (Lines) for Regan
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Sir, I am made
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Let your study
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That's most certain, and with you; next month with us. |
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'Tis the infirmity of his age; yet he hath ever but slenderly
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Such unconstant starts are we like to have from him as this
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We shall further think on't. |
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If it be true, all vengeance comes too short
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What, did my father's godson seek your life?
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Was he not companion with the riotous knights
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No marvel then though he were ill affected.
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Thus out of season, threading dark-ey'd night.
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The messengers from our sister and the King |
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Till noon? Till night, my lord, and all night too! |
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Sir, being his knave, I will. |
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My sister may receive it much more worse,
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I am glad to see your Highness. |
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I pray you, sir, take patience. I have hope
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I cannot think my sister in the least
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O, sir, you are old!
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Good sir, no more! These are unsightly tricks.
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O the blest gods! so will you wish on me
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Good sir, to th' purpose. |
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I know't- my sister's. This approves her letter,
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I pray you, father, being weak, seem so.
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Not altogether so.
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I dare avouch it, sir. What, fifty followers?
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Why not, my lord? If then they chanc'd to slack ye,
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And in good time you gave it! |
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And speak't again my lord. No more with me. |
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What need one? |
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This house is little; the old man and 's people
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For his particular, I'll receive him gladly,
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O, sir, to wilful men
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Hang him instantly. |
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Ingrateful fox! 'tis he. |
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Hard, hard. O filthy traitor! |
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So white, and such a traitor! |
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Be simple-answer'd, for we know the truth. |
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To whose hands have you sent the lunatic King?
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And false. |
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Wherefore to Dover? Wast thou not charg'd at peril- |
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Wherefore to Dover, sir? |
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One side will mock another. Th' other too! |
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How now, you dog? |
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What do you mean? |
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Give me thy sword. A peasant stand up thus?
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Out, treacherous villain!
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Go thrust him out at gates, and let him smell
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But are my brother's pow'rs set forth? |
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Himself in person there? |
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Lord Edmund spake not with your lord at home? |
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What might import my sister's letter to him? |
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Faith, he is posted hence on serious matter.
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Our troops set forth to-morrow. Stay with us.
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Why should she write to Edmund? Might not you
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I know your lady does not love her husband;
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I speak in understanding. Y'are! I know't.
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Fare thee well. Exeunt. |
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Our sister's man is certainly miscarried. |
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Now, sweet lord,
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But have you never found my brother's way
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I am doubtful that you have been conjunct
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I never shall endure her. Dear my lord,
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Why is this reason'd? |
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Sister, you'll go with us? |
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'Tis most convenient. Pray you go with us. |
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That's as we list to grace him.
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In my rights
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Jesters do oft prove prophets. |
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Lady, I am not well; else I should answer
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[to Edmund] Let the drum strike, and prove my title thine. |
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Sick, O, sick! |
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My sickness grows upon me. |
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