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108,301 | A Winters Tale | 71 | 1.2.339 | LEONTES | Skulking in corners? wishing clocks more swift? |
108,302 | A Winters Tale | 71 | 1.2.340 | LEONTES | Hours, minutes? noon, midnight? and all eyes |
108,303 | A Winters Tale | 71 | 1.2.341 | LEONTES | Blind with the pin and web but theirs, theirs only, |
108,304 | A Winters Tale | 71 | 1.2.342 | LEONTES | That would unseen be wicked? is this nothing? |
108,305 | A Winters Tale | 71 | 1.2.343 | LEONTES | Why, then the world and all that's in't is nothing, |
108,306 | A Winters Tale | 71 | 1.2.344 | LEONTES | The covering sky is nothing, Bohemia nothing, |
108,307 | A Winters Tale | 71 | 1.2.345 | LEONTES | My wife is nothing, nor nothing have these nothings, |
108,308 | A Winters Tale | 71 | 1.2.346 | LEONTES | If this be nothing. |
108,309 | A Winters Tale | 72 | 1.2.347 | CAMILLO | Good my lord, be cured |
108,310 | A Winters Tale | 72 | 1.2.348 | CAMILLO | Of this diseased opinion, and betimes, |
108,311 | A Winters Tale | 72 | 1.2.349 | CAMILLO | For 'tis most dangerous. |
108,312 | A Winters Tale | 73 | 1.2.350 | LEONTES | Say it be, 'tis true. |
108,313 | A Winters Tale | 74 | 1.2.351 | CAMILLO | No, no, my lord. |
108,314 | A Winters Tale | 75 | 1.2.352 | LEONTES | It is, you lie, you lie: |
108,315 | A Winters Tale | 75 | 1.2.353 | LEONTES | I say thou liest, Camillo, and I hate thee, |
108,316 | A Winters Tale | 75 | 1.2.354 | LEONTES | Pronounce thee a gross lout, a mindless slave, |
108,317 | A Winters Tale | 75 | 1.2.355 | LEONTES | Or else a hovering temporizer, that |
108,318 | A Winters Tale | 75 | 1.2.356 | LEONTES | Canst with thine eyes at once see good and evil, |
108,319 | A Winters Tale | 75 | 1.2.357 | LEONTES | Inclining to them both: were my wife's liver |
108,320 | A Winters Tale | 75 | 1.2.358 | LEONTES | Infected as her life, she would not live |
108,321 | A Winters Tale | 75 | 1.2.359 | LEONTES | The running of one glass. |
108,322 | A Winters Tale | 76 | 1.2.360 | CAMILLO | Who does infect her? |
108,323 | A Winters Tale | 77 | 1.2.361 | LEONTES | Why, he that wears her like a medal, hanging |
108,324 | A Winters Tale | 77 | 1.2.362 | LEONTES | About his neck, Bohemia: who, if I |
108,325 | A Winters Tale | 77 | 1.2.363 | LEONTES | Had servants true about me, that bare eyes |
108,326 | A Winters Tale | 77 | 1.2.364 | LEONTES | To see alike mine honour as their profits, |
108,327 | A Winters Tale | 77 | 1.2.365 | LEONTES | Their own particular thrifts, they would do that |
108,328 | A Winters Tale | 77 | 1.2.366 | LEONTES | Which should undo more doing: ay, and thou, |
108,329 | A Winters Tale | 77 | 1.2.367 | LEONTES | His cupbearer,--whom I from meaner form |
108,330 | A Winters Tale | 77 | 1.2.368 | LEONTES | Have benched and reared to worship, who mayst see |
108,331 | A Winters Tale | 77 | 1.2.369 | LEONTES | Plainly as heaven sees earth and earth sees heaven, |
108,332 | A Winters Tale | 77 | 1.2.370 | LEONTES | How I am galled,--mightst bespice a cup, |
108,333 | A Winters Tale | 77 | 1.2.371 | LEONTES | To give mine enemy a lasting wink, |
108,334 | A Winters Tale | 77 | 1.2.372 | LEONTES | Which draught to me were cordial. |
108,335 | A Winters Tale | 78 | 1.2.373 | CAMILLO | Sir, my lord, |
108,336 | A Winters Tale | 78 | 1.2.374 | CAMILLO | I could do this, and that with no rash potion, |
108,337 | A Winters Tale | 78 | 1.2.375 | CAMILLO | But with a lingering dram that should not work |
108,338 | A Winters Tale | 78 | 1.2.376 | CAMILLO | Maliciously like poison: but I cannot |
108,339 | A Winters Tale | 78 | 1.2.377 | CAMILLO | Believe this crack to be in my dread mistress, |
108,340 | A Winters Tale | 78 | 1.2.378 | CAMILLO | So sovereignly being honourable. |
108,341 | A Winters Tale | 78 | 1.2.379 | CAMILLO | I have loved thee,-- |
108,342 | A Winters Tale | 79 | 1.2.380 | LEONTES | Make that thy question, and go rot! |
108,343 | A Winters Tale | 79 | 1.2.381 | LEONTES | Dost think I am so muddy, so unsettled, |
108,344 | A Winters Tale | 79 | 1.2.382 | LEONTES | To appoint myself in this vexation, sully |
108,345 | A Winters Tale | 79 | 1.2.383 | LEONTES | The purity and whiteness of my sheets, |
108,346 | A Winters Tale | 79 | 1.2.384 | LEONTES | Which to preserve is sleep, which being spotted |
108,347 | A Winters Tale | 79 | 1.2.385 | LEONTES | Is goads, thorns, nettles, tails of wasps, |
108,348 | A Winters Tale | 79 | 1.2.386 | LEONTES | Give scandal to the blood o' the prince my son, |
108,349 | A Winters Tale | 79 | 1.2.387 | LEONTES | Who I do think is mine and love as mine, |
108,350 | A Winters Tale | 79 | 1.2.388 | LEONTES | Without ripe moving to't? Would I do this? |
108,351 | A Winters Tale | 79 | 1.2.389 | LEONTES | Could man so blench? |
108,352 | A Winters Tale | 80 | 1.2.390 | CAMILLO | I must believe you, sir: |
108,353 | A Winters Tale | 80 | 1.2.391 | CAMILLO | I do, and will fetch off Bohemia for't, |
108,354 | A Winters Tale | 80 | 1.2.392 | CAMILLO | Provided that, when he's removed, your highness |
108,355 | A Winters Tale | 80 | 1.2.393 | CAMILLO | Will take again your queen as yours at first, |
108,356 | A Winters Tale | 80 | 1.2.394 | CAMILLO | Even for your son's sake, and thereby for sealing |
108,357 | A Winters Tale | 80 | 1.2.395 | CAMILLO | The injury of tongues in courts and kingdoms |
108,358 | A Winters Tale | 80 | 1.2.396 | CAMILLO | Known and allied to yours. |
108,359 | A Winters Tale | 81 | 1.2.397 | LEONTES | Thou dost advise me |
108,360 | A Winters Tale | 81 | 1.2.398 | LEONTES | Even so as I mine own course have set down: |
108,361 | A Winters Tale | 81 | 1.2.399 | LEONTES | I'll give no blemish to her honour, none. |
108,362 | A Winters Tale | 82 | 1.2.400 | CAMILLO | My lord, |
108,363 | A Winters Tale | 82 | 1.2.401 | CAMILLO | Go then, and with a countenance as clear |
108,364 | A Winters Tale | 82 | 1.2.402 | CAMILLO | As friendship wears at feasts, keep with Bohemia |
108,365 | A Winters Tale | 82 | 1.2.403 | CAMILLO | And with your queen. I am his cupbearer: |
108,366 | A Winters Tale | 82 | 1.2.404 | CAMILLO | If from me he have wholesome beverage, |
108,367 | A Winters Tale | 82 | 1.2.405 | CAMILLO | Account me not your servant. |
108,368 | A Winters Tale | 83 | 1.2.406 | LEONTES | This is all: |
108,369 | A Winters Tale | 83 | 1.2.407 | LEONTES | Do't and thou hast the one half of my heart, |
108,370 | A Winters Tale | 83 | 1.2.408 | LEONTES | Do't not, thou split'st thine own. |
108,371 | A Winters Tale | 84 | 1.2.409 | CAMILLO | I'll do't, my lord. |
108,372 | A Winters Tale | 85 | 1.2.410 | LEONTES | I will seem friendly, as thou hast advised me. |
108,373 | A Winters Tale | 85 | null | LEONTES | Exit |
108,374 | A Winters Tale | 86 | 1.2.411 | CAMILLO | O miserable lady! But, for me, |
108,375 | A Winters Tale | 86 | 1.2.412 | CAMILLO | What case stand I in? I must be the poisoner |
108,376 | A Winters Tale | 86 | 1.2.413 | CAMILLO | Of good Polixenes, and my ground to do't |
108,377 | A Winters Tale | 86 | 1.2.414 | CAMILLO | Is the obedience to a master, one |
108,378 | A Winters Tale | 86 | 1.2.415 | CAMILLO | Who in rebellion with himself will have |
108,379 | A Winters Tale | 86 | 1.2.416 | CAMILLO | All that are his so too. To do this deed, |
108,380 | A Winters Tale | 86 | 1.2.417 | CAMILLO | Promotion follows. If I could find example |
108,381 | A Winters Tale | 86 | 1.2.418 | CAMILLO | Of thousands that had struck anointed kings |
108,382 | A Winters Tale | 86 | 1.2.419 | CAMILLO | And flourish'd after, I'ld not do't, but since |
108,383 | A Winters Tale | 86 | 1.2.420 | CAMILLO | Nor brass nor stone nor parchment bears not one, |
108,384 | A Winters Tale | 86 | 1.2.421 | CAMILLO | Let villany itself forswear't. I must |
108,385 | A Winters Tale | 86 | 1.2.422 | CAMILLO | Forsake the court: to do't, or no, is certain |
108,386 | A Winters Tale | 86 | 1.2.423 | CAMILLO | To me a break-neck. Happy star, reign now! |
108,387 | A Winters Tale | 86 | 1.2.424 | CAMILLO | Here comes Bohemia. |
108,388 | A Winters Tale | 86 | null | CAMILLO | Re-enter POLIXENES |
108,389 | A Winters Tale | 87 | 1.2.425 | POLIXENES | This is strange: methinks |
108,390 | A Winters Tale | 87 | 1.2.426 | POLIXENES | My favour here begins to warp. Not speak? |
108,391 | A Winters Tale | 87 | 1.2.427 | POLIXENES | Good day, Camillo. |
108,392 | A Winters Tale | 88 | 1.2.428 | CAMILLO | Hail, most royal sir! |
108,393 | A Winters Tale | 89 | 1.2.429 | POLIXENES | What is the news i' the court? |
108,394 | A Winters Tale | 90 | 1.2.430 | CAMILLO | None rare, my lord. |
108,395 | A Winters Tale | 91 | 1.2.431 | POLIXENES | The king hath on him such a countenance |
108,396 | A Winters Tale | 91 | 1.2.432 | POLIXENES | As he had lost some province and a region |
108,397 | A Winters Tale | 91 | 1.2.433 | POLIXENES | Loved as he loves himself: even now I met him |
108,398 | A Winters Tale | 91 | 1.2.434 | POLIXENES | With customary compliment, when he, |
108,399 | A Winters Tale | 91 | 1.2.435 | POLIXENES | Wafting his eyes to the contrary and falling |
108,400 | A Winters Tale | 91 | 1.2.436 | POLIXENES | A lip of much contempt, speeds from me and |
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