Speeches (Lines) for Beatrice
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I pray you, is Signior Mountanto returned from the
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He set up his bills here in Messina and challenged
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You had musty victual, and he hath holp to eat it:
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And a good soldier to a lady: but what is he to a lord? |
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It is so, indeed; he is no less than a stuffed man:
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Alas! he gets nothing by that. In our last
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Very easily possible: he wears his faith but as
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No; an he were, I would burn my study. But, I pray
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O Lord, he will hang upon him like a disease: he
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Do, good friend. |
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No, not till a hot January. |
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I wonder that you will still be talking, Signior
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Is it possible disdain should die while she hath
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A dear happiness to women: they would else have
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Scratching could not make it worse, an 'twere such
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A bird of my tongue is better than a beast of yours. |
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You always end with a jade's trick: I know you of old. |
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How tartly that gentleman looks! I never can see
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He were an excellent man that were made just in the
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With a good leg and a good foot, uncle, and money
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Too curst is more than curst: I shall lessen God's
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Just, if he send me no husband; for the which
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What should I do with him? dress him in my apparel
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No, but to the gate; and there will the devil meet
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Yes, faith; it is my cousin's duty to make curtsy
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Not till God make men of some other metal than
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The fault will be in the music, cousin, if you be
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I have a good eye, uncle; I can see a church by daylight. |
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Will you not tell me who told you so? |
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Nor will you not tell me who you are? |
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That I was disdainful, and that I had my good wit
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I am sure you know him well enough. |
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Did he never make you laugh? |
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Why, he is the prince's jester: a very dull fool;
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Do, do: he'll but break a comparison or two on me;
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Nay, if they lead to any ill, I will leave them at
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Indeed, my lord, he lent it me awhile; and I gave
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So I would not he should do me, my lord, lest I
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The count is neither sad, nor sick, nor merry, nor
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Speak, count, 'tis your cue. |
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Speak, cousin; or, if you cannot, stop his mouth
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Yea, my lord; I thank it, poor fool, it keeps on
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Good Lord, for alliance! Thus goes every one to the
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I would rather have one of your father's getting.
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No, my lord, unless I might have another for
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No, sure, my lord, my mother cried; but then there
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I cry you mercy, uncle. By your grace's pardon. |
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Against my will I am sent to bid you come in to dinner. |
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I took no more pains for those thanks than you take
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Yea, just so much as you may take upon a knife's
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[Coming forward]
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Good morrow, sweet Hero. |
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I am out of all other tune, methinks. |
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Ye light o' love, with your heels! then, if your
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'Tis almost five o'clock, cousin; tis time you were
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For the letter that begins them all, H. |
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What means the fool, trow? |
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I am stuffed, cousin; I cannot smell. |
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O, God help me! God help me! how long have you
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It is not seen enough, you should wear it in your
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Benedictus! why Benedictus? you have some moral in
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What pace is this that thy tongue keeps? |
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Why, how now, cousin! wherefore sink you down? |
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Dead, I think. Help, uncle!
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How now, cousin Hero! |
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O, on my soul, my cousin is belied! |
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No, truly not; although, until last night,
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Yea, and I will weep a while longer. |
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You have no reason; I do it freely. |
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Ah, how much might the man deserve of me that would right her! |
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A very even way, but no such friend. |
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It is a man's office, but not yours. |
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As strange as the thing I know not. It were as
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Do not swear, and eat it. |
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Will you not eat your word? |
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Why, then, God forgive me! |
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You have stayed me in a happy hour: I was about to
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I love you with so much of my heart that none is
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Kill Claudio. |
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You kill me to deny it. Farewell. |
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I am gone, though I am here: there is no love in
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In faith, I will go. |
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You dare easier be friends with me than fight with mine enemy. |
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Is he not approved in the height a villain, that
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Talk with a man out at a window! A proper saying! |
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Sweet Hero! She is wronged, she is slandered, she is undone. |
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Princes and counties! Surely, a princely testimony,
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Use it for my love some other way than swearing by it. |
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Yea, as sure as I have a thought or a soul. |
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Yea, signior, and depart when you bid me. |
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'Then' is spoken; fare you well now: and yet, ere
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Foul words is but foul wind, and foul wind is but
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For them all together; which maintained so politic
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In spite of your heart, I think; alas, poor heart!
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It appears not in this confession: there's not one
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And how long is that, think you? |
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Very ill. |
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Very ill too. |
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Will you go hear this news, signior? |
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[Unmasking] I answer to that name. What is your will? |
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Why, no; no more than reason. |
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Do not you love me? |
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Why, then my cousin Margaret and Ursula
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They swore that you were well-nigh dead for me. |
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No, truly, but in friendly recompense. |
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I would not deny you; but, by this good day, I yield
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