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Work
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are treated as single work with 154 parts.
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the character name is "Poet."
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Winter's Tale
[I, 2] |
Leontes |
310 |
Didst perceive it?
[Aside]
They're here with me already, whispering, rounding
'Sicilia is a so-forth:' 'tis far gone,
When I shall gust it last. How came't, Camillo,
That he did stay?
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2 |
Winter's Tale
[II, 1] |
Hermione |
631 |
Let's have that, good sir.
Come on, sit down: come on, and do your best
To fright me with your sprites; you're powerful at it.
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3 |
Winter's Tale
[II, 3] |
Leontes |
1109 |
You're liars all.
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4 |
Winter's Tale
[III, 3] |
Clown |
1614 |
You're a made old man: if the sins of your youth
are forgiven you, you're well to live. Gold! all gold!
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5 |
Winter's Tale
[IV, 4] |
Perdita |
1937 |
[To POLIXENES] Sir, welcome:
It is my father's will I should take on me
The hostess-ship o' the day.
[To CAMILLO]
You're welcome, sir.
Give me those flowers there, Dorcas. Reverend sirs,
For you there's rosemary and rue; these keep
Seeming and savour all the winter long:
Grace and remembrance be to you both,
And welcome to our shearing!
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6 |
Winter's Tale
[IV, 4] |
Perdita |
1976 |
I'll not put
The dibble in earth to set one slip of them;
No more than were I painted I would wish
This youth should say 'twere well and only therefore
Desire to breed by me. Here's flowers for you;
Hot lavender, mints, savoury, marjoram;
The marigold, that goes to bed wi' the sun
And with him rises weeping: these are flowers
Of middle summer, and I think they are given
To men of middle age. You're very welcome.
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7 |
Winter's Tale
[V, 1] |
Leontes |
2886 |
Thou speak'st truth.
No more such wives; therefore, no wife: one worse,
And better used, would make her sainted spirit
Again possess her corpse, and on this stage,
Where we're offenders now, appear soul-vex'd,
And begin, 'Why to me?'
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