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109,701 | A Winters Tale | 8 | 4.3.56 | Clown | on thee, rather than have these off. |
109,702 | A Winters Tale | 9 | 4.3.57 | AUTOLYCUS | O sir, the loathsomeness of them offends me more |
109,703 | A Winters Tale | 9 | 4.3.58 | AUTOLYCUS | than the stripes I have received, which are mighty |
109,704 | A Winters Tale | 9 | 4.3.59 | AUTOLYCUS | ones and millions. |
109,705 | A Winters Tale | 10 | 4.3.60 | Clown | Alas, poor man! a million of beating may come to a |
109,706 | A Winters Tale | 10 | 4.3.61 | Clown | great matter. |
109,707 | A Winters Tale | 11 | 4.3.62 | AUTOLYCUS | I am robbed, sir, and beaten, my money and apparel |
109,708 | A Winters Tale | 11 | 4.3.63 | AUTOLYCUS | ta'en from me, and these detestable things put upon |
109,709 | A Winters Tale | 11 | 4.3.64 | AUTOLYCUS | me. |
109,710 | A Winters Tale | 12 | 4.3.65 | Clown | What, by a horseman, or a footman? |
109,711 | A Winters Tale | 13 | 4.3.66 | AUTOLYCUS | A footman, sweet sir, a footman. |
109,712 | A Winters Tale | 14 | 4.3.67 | Clown | Indeed, he should be a footman by the garments he |
109,713 | A Winters Tale | 14 | 4.3.68 | Clown | has left with thee: if this be a horseman's coat, |
109,714 | A Winters Tale | 14 | 4.3.69 | Clown | it hath seen very hot service. Lend me thy hand, |
109,715 | A Winters Tale | 14 | 4.3.70 | Clown | I'll help thee: come, lend me thy hand. |
109,716 | A Winters Tale | 15 | 4.3.71 | AUTOLYCUS | O, good sir, tenderly, O! |
109,717 | A Winters Tale | 16 | 4.3.72 | Clown | Alas, poor soul! |
109,718 | A Winters Tale | 17 | 4.3.73 | AUTOLYCUS | O, good sir, softly, good sir! I fear, sir, my |
109,719 | A Winters Tale | 17 | 4.3.74 | AUTOLYCUS | shoulder-blade is out. |
109,720 | A Winters Tale | 18 | 4.3.75 | Clown | How now! canst stand? |
109,721 | A Winters Tale | 19 | 4.3.76 | AUTOLYCUS | [Picking his pocket] |
109,722 | A Winters Tale | 19 | 4.3.77 | AUTOLYCUS | Softly, dear sir, good sir, softly. You ha' done me |
109,723 | A Winters Tale | 19 | 4.3.78 | AUTOLYCUS | a charitable office. |
109,724 | A Winters Tale | 20 | 4.3.79 | Clown | Dost lack any money? I have a little money for thee. |
109,725 | A Winters Tale | 21 | 4.3.80 | AUTOLYCUS | No, good sweet sir, no, I beseech you, sir: I have |
109,726 | A Winters Tale | 21 | 4.3.81 | AUTOLYCUS | a kinsman not past three quarters of a mile hence, |
109,727 | A Winters Tale | 21 | 4.3.82 | AUTOLYCUS | unto whom I was going, I shall there have money, or |
109,728 | A Winters Tale | 21 | 4.3.83 | AUTOLYCUS | any thing I want: offer me no money, I pray you, |
109,729 | A Winters Tale | 21 | 4.3.84 | AUTOLYCUS | that kills my heart. |
109,730 | A Winters Tale | 22 | 4.3.85 | Clown | What manner of fellow was he that robbed you? |
109,731 | A Winters Tale | 23 | 4.3.86 | AUTOLYCUS | A fellow, sir, that I have known to go about with |
109,732 | A Winters Tale | 23 | 4.3.87 | AUTOLYCUS | troll-my-dames, I knew him once a servant of the |
109,733 | A Winters Tale | 23 | 4.3.88 | AUTOLYCUS | prince: I cannot tell, good sir, for which of his |
109,734 | A Winters Tale | 23 | 4.3.89 | AUTOLYCUS | virtues it was, but he was certainly whipped out of the court. |
109,735 | A Winters Tale | 24 | 4.3.90 | Clown | His vices, you would say, there's no virtue whipped |
109,736 | A Winters Tale | 24 | 4.3.91 | Clown | out of the court: they cherish it to make it stay |
109,737 | A Winters Tale | 24 | 4.3.92 | Clown | there, and yet it will no more but abide. |
109,738 | A Winters Tale | 25 | 4.3.93 | AUTOLYCUS | Vices, I would say, sir. I know this man well: he |
109,739 | A Winters Tale | 25 | 4.3.94 | AUTOLYCUS | hath been since an ape-bearer, then a |
109,740 | A Winters Tale | 25 | 4.3.95 | AUTOLYCUS | process-server, a bailiff, then he compassed a |
109,741 | A Winters Tale | 25 | 4.3.96 | AUTOLYCUS | motion of the Prodigal Son, and married a tinker's |
109,742 | A Winters Tale | 25 | 4.3.97 | AUTOLYCUS | wife within a mile where my land and living lies, |
109,743 | A Winters Tale | 25 | 4.3.98 | AUTOLYCUS | and, having flown over many knavish professions, he |
109,744 | A Winters Tale | 25 | 4.3.99 | AUTOLYCUS | settled only in rogue: some call him Autolycus. |
109,745 | A Winters Tale | 26 | 4.3.100 | Clown | Out upon him! prig, for my life, prig: he haunts |
109,746 | A Winters Tale | 26 | 4.3.101 | Clown | wakes, fairs and bear-baitings. |
109,747 | A Winters Tale | 27 | 4.3.102 | AUTOLYCUS | Very true, sir, he, sir, he, that's the rogue that |
109,748 | A Winters Tale | 27 | 4.3.103 | AUTOLYCUS | put me into this apparel. |
109,749 | A Winters Tale | 28 | 4.3.104 | Clown | Not a more cowardly rogue in all Bohemia: if you had |
109,750 | A Winters Tale | 28 | 4.3.105 | Clown | but looked big and spit at him, he'ld have run. |
109,751 | A Winters Tale | 29 | 4.3.106 | AUTOLYCUS | I must confess to you, sir, I am no fighter: I am |
109,752 | A Winters Tale | 29 | 4.3.107 | AUTOLYCUS | false of heart that way, and that he knew, I warrant |
109,753 | A Winters Tale | 29 | 4.3.108 | AUTOLYCUS | him. |
109,754 | A Winters Tale | 30 | 4.3.109 | Clown | How do you now? |
109,755 | A Winters Tale | 31 | 4.3.110 | AUTOLYCUS | Sweet sir, much better than I was, I can stand and |
109,756 | A Winters Tale | 31 | 4.3.111 | AUTOLYCUS | walk: I will even take my leave of you, and pace |
109,757 | A Winters Tale | 31 | 4.3.112 | AUTOLYCUS | softly towards my kinsman's. |
109,758 | A Winters Tale | 32 | 4.3.113 | Clown | Shall I bring thee on the way? |
109,759 | A Winters Tale | 33 | 4.3.114 | AUTOLYCUS | No, good-faced sir, no, sweet sir. |
109,760 | A Winters Tale | 34 | 4.3.115 | Clown | Then fare thee well: I must go buy spices for our |
109,761 | A Winters Tale | 34 | 4.3.116 | Clown | sheep-shearing. |
109,762 | A Winters Tale | 35 | 4.3.117 | AUTOLYCUS | Prosper you, sweet sir! |
109,763 | A Winters Tale | 35 | null | AUTOLYCUS | Exit Clown |
109,764 | A Winters Tale | 35 | 4.3.118 | AUTOLYCUS | Your purse is not hot enough to purchase your spice. |
109,765 | A Winters Tale | 35 | 4.3.119 | AUTOLYCUS | I'll be with you at your sheep-shearing too: if I |
109,766 | A Winters Tale | 35 | 4.3.120 | AUTOLYCUS | make not this cheat bring out another and the |
109,767 | A Winters Tale | 35 | 4.3.121 | AUTOLYCUS | shearers prove sheep, let me be unrolled and my name |
109,768 | A Winters Tale | 35 | 4.3.122 | AUTOLYCUS | put in the book of virtue! |
109,769 | A Winters Tale | 35 | null | AUTOLYCUS | Sings |
109,770 | A Winters Tale | 35 | 4.3.123 | AUTOLYCUS | Jog on, jog on, the foot-path way, |
109,771 | A Winters Tale | 35 | 4.3.124 | AUTOLYCUS | And merrily hent the stile-a: |
109,772 | A Winters Tale | 35 | 4.3.125 | AUTOLYCUS | A merry heart goes all the day, |
109,773 | A Winters Tale | 35 | 4.3.126 | AUTOLYCUS | Your sad tires in a mile-a. |
109,774 | A Winters Tale | 35 | null | AUTOLYCUS | Exit |
109,775 | A Winters Tale | 35 | null | AUTOLYCUS | SCENE IV. The Shepherd's cottage. |
109,776 | A Winters Tale | 35 | null | AUTOLYCUS | Enter FLORIZEL and PERDITA |
109,777 | A Winters Tale | 1 | 4.4.1 | FLORIZEL | These your unusual weeds to each part of you |
109,778 | A Winters Tale | 1 | 4.4.2 | FLORIZEL | Do give a life: no shepherdess, but Flora |
109,779 | A Winters Tale | 1 | 4.4.3 | FLORIZEL | Peering in April's front. This your sheep-shearing |
109,780 | A Winters Tale | 1 | 4.4.4 | FLORIZEL | Is as a meeting of the petty gods, |
109,781 | A Winters Tale | 1 | 4.4.5 | FLORIZEL | And you the queen on't. |
109,782 | A Winters Tale | 2 | 4.4.6 | PERDITA | Sir, my gracious lord, |
109,783 | A Winters Tale | 2 | 4.4.7 | PERDITA | To chide at your extremes it not becomes me: |
109,784 | A Winters Tale | 2 | 4.4.8 | PERDITA | O, pardon, that I name them! Your high self, |
109,785 | A Winters Tale | 2 | 4.4.9 | PERDITA | The gracious mark o' the land, you have obscured |
109,786 | A Winters Tale | 2 | 4.4.10 | PERDITA | With a swain's wearing, and me, poor lowly maid, |
109,787 | A Winters Tale | 2 | 4.4.11 | PERDITA | Most goddess-like prank'd up: but that our feasts |
109,788 | A Winters Tale | 2 | 4.4.12 | PERDITA | In every mess have folly and the feeders |
109,789 | A Winters Tale | 2 | 4.4.13 | PERDITA | Digest it with a custom, I should blush |
109,790 | A Winters Tale | 2 | 4.4.14 | PERDITA | To see you so attired, sworn, I think, |
109,791 | A Winters Tale | 2 | 4.4.15 | PERDITA | To show myself a glass. |
109,792 | A Winters Tale | 3 | 4.4.16 | FLORIZEL | I bless the time |
109,793 | A Winters Tale | 3 | 4.4.17 | FLORIZEL | When my good falcon made her flight across |
109,794 | A Winters Tale | 3 | 4.4.18 | FLORIZEL | Thy father's ground. |
109,795 | A Winters Tale | 4 | 4.4.19 | PERDITA | Now Jove afford you cause! |
109,796 | A Winters Tale | 4 | 4.4.20 | PERDITA | To me the difference forges dread, your greatness |
109,797 | A Winters Tale | 4 | 4.4.21 | PERDITA | Hath not been used to fear. Even now I tremble |
109,798 | A Winters Tale | 4 | 4.4.22 | PERDITA | To think your father, by some accident, |
109,799 | A Winters Tale | 4 | 4.4.23 | PERDITA | Should pass this way as you did: O, the Fates! |
109,800 | A Winters Tale | 4 | 4.4.24 | PERDITA | How would he look, to see his work so noble |
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