Speeches (Lines) for Touchstone
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Mistress, you must come away to your father. |
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No, by mine honour; but I was bid to come for you. |
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Of a certain knight that swore by his honour they were
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Stand you both forth now: stroke your chins, and swear
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By my knavery, if I had it, then I were. But if you
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One that old Frederick, your father, loves. |
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The more pity that fools may not speak wisely what wise
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Or as the Destinies decrees. |
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Nay, if I keep not my rank- |
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But what is the sport, monsieur, that the ladies have
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Thus men may grow wiser every day. It is the first time
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I care not for my spirits, if my legs were not weary. |
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For my part, I had rather bear with you than bear you;
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Ay, now am I in Arden; the more fool I; when I was at
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And I mine. I remember, when I was in love, I broke my
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Nay, I shall ne'er be ware of mine own wit till I break
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And mine; but it grows something stale with me. |
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Holla, you clown! |
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Your betters, sir. |
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Truly, shepherd, in respect of itself, it is a good
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Such a one is a natural philosopher. Wast ever in
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Then thou art damn'd. |
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Truly, thou art damn'd, like an ill-roasted egg, all on
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Why, if thou never wast at court thou never saw'st good
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Instance, briefly; come, instance. |
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Why, do not your courtier's hands sweat? And is not the
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Your lips will feel them the sooner. Shallow again. A
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Most shallow man! thou worm's meat in respect of a good
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Wilt thou rest damn'd? God help thee, shallow man! God
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That is another simple sin in you: to bring the ewes
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I'll rhyme you so eight years together, dinners, and
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For a taste:
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Truly, the tree yields bad fruit. |
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You have said; but whether wisely or no, let the forest
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Come, shepherd, let us make an honourable retreat;
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Come apace, good Audrey; I will fetch up your goats,
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I am here with thee and thy goats, as the most
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When a man's verses cannot be understood, nor a man's
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No, truly; for the truest poetry is the most feigning,
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I do, truly, for thou swear'st to me thou art honest;
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No, truly, unless thou wert hard-favour'd; for honesty
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Truly, and to cast away honesty upon a foul slut were
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Well, praised be the gods for thy foulness;
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Amen. A man may, if he were of a fearful heart, stagger
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I will not take her on gift of any man. |
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Good even, good Master What-ye-call't; how do you, sir?
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As the ox hath his bow, sir, the horse his curb, and
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[Aside] I am not in the mind but I were better to be
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Come, sweet Audrey;
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We shall find a time, Audrey; patience, gentle Audrey. |
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A most wicked Sir Oliver, Audrey, a most vile Martext.
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It is meat and drink to me to see a clown. By my troth,
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Good ev'n, gentle friend. Cover thy head, cover thy
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A ripe age. Is thy name William? |
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A fair name. Wast born i' th' forest here? |
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'Thank God.' A good answer.
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'So so' is good, very good, very excellent good; and
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Why, thou say'st well. I do now remember a saying: 'The
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Give me your hand. Art thou learned? |
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Then learn this of me: to have is to have; for it is a
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He, sir, that must marry this woman. Therefore, you
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Trip, Audrey, trip, Audrey. I attend, I attend. |
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To-morrow is the joyful day, Audrey; to-morrow will we
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By my troth, well met. Come sit, sit, and a song. |
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Truly, young gentlemen, though there was no great
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By my troth, yes; I count it but time lost to hear such
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Salutation and greeting to you all! |
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If any man doubt that, let him put me to my purgation.
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Faith, we met, and found the quarrel was upon the
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God 'ild you, sir; I desire you of the like. I press in
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According to the fool's bolt, sir, and such dulcet
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Upon a lie seven times removed- bear your body more
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I durst go no further than the Lie Circumstantial, nor
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O, sir, we quarrel in print by the book, as you have
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