Speeches (Lines) for Robert Shallow
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Come on, come on, come on; give me your hand, sir;
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And how doth my cousin, your bed-fellow? and your
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By yea and no, sir. I dare say my cousin William is
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'A must, then, to the Inns o' Court shortly. I was
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By the mass, I was call'd anything; and I would have
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The same Sir John, the very same. I see him break
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Certain, 'tis certain; very sure, very sure. Death, as
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Death is certain. Is old Double of your town living |
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Jesu, Jesu, dead! drew a good bow; and dead! 'A shot a
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And is old Double dead? |
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Good morrow, honest gentlemen. |
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I am Robert Shallow, sir, a poor esquire of this
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He greets me well, sir; I knew him a good back-sword
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It is well said, in faith, sir; and it is well said
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It is very just. Look, here comes good Sir John. Give
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No, Sir John; it is my cousin Silence, in commission with me. |
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Marry, have we, sir. Will you sit? |
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Where's the roll? Where's the roll? Where's the roll?
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What think you, Sir John? A good-limb'd fellow; young,
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Ha, ha, ha! most excellent, i' faith! Things that are
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Peace, fellow, peace; stand aside; know you where you
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Where's Shadow? |
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Do you like him, Sir John? |
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Thomas Wart! |
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Shall I prick him, Sir John? |
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Ha, ha, ha! You can do it, sir; you can do it. I
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Shall I prick him, sir? |
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Peter Bullcalf o' th' green! |
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Here is two more call'd than your number. You must
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O, Sir John, do you remember since we lay all night in
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Ha, 'twas a merry night. And is Jane Nightwork alive? |
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She never could away with me. |
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By the mass, I could anger her to th' heart. She was
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Nay, she must be old; she cannot choose but be old;
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Ha, cousin Silence, that thou hadst seen that that
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That we have, that we have, that we have; in faith,
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Four of which you please. |
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Come, Sir John, which four will you have? |
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Marry, then—Mouldy, Bullcalf, Feeble, and Shadow. |
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Sir John, Sir John, do not yourself wrong. They are
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He is not his craft's master, he doth not do it right.
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Sir John, the Lord bless you; God prosper your
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Go to; I have spoke at a word. God keep you. |
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By cock and pie, sir, you shall not away to-night.
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I will not excuse you; you shall not be excus'd;
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Davy, Davy, Davy, Davy; let me see, Davy; let me see,
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With red wheat, Davy. But for William cook—are there
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Let it be cast, and paid. Sir John, you shall not be
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'A shall answer it. Some pigeons, Davy, a couple of
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Yea, Davy; I will use him well. A friend i' th' court
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Well conceited, Davy—about thy business, Davy. |
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There, is many complaints, Davy, against that Visor.
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Go to; I say he shall have no wrong. Look about, |
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I thank thee with all my heart, kind Master Bardolph.
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[Within] Sir John! |
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Nay, you shall see my orchard, where, in an arbour, we
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Barren, barren, barren; beggars all, beggars all, Sir
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A good varlet, a good varlet, a very good varlet, Sir
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Give Master Bardolph some wine, Davy. |
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Be merry, Master Bardolph; and, my little soldier
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Davy! |
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Honest Bardolph, welcome; if thou want'st anything and
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By the mass, you'll crack a quart together—ha! will
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By God's liggens, I thank thee. The knave will stick
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Why, there spoke a king. Lack nothing; be merry.
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Honest gentleman, I know not your breeding. |
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Give me pardon, sir. If, sir, you come with news from
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Under King Harry. |
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Harry the Fourth. |
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It doth so. |
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It doth so. |
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It doth, it doth, it doth. |
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It is best, certain. |
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'Tis so, indeed. |
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Yea, marry, Sir John; which I beseech you to let me
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I cannot perceive how, unless you give me your
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A colour that I fear you will die in, Sir John. |
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