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109,901 | A Winters Tale | 19 | 4.4.123 | PERDITA | Hot lavender, mints, savoury, marjoram, |
109,902 | A Winters Tale | 19 | 4.4.124 | PERDITA | The marigold, that goes to bed wi' the sun |
109,903 | A Winters Tale | 19 | 4.4.125 | PERDITA | And with him rises weeping: these are flowers |
109,904 | A Winters Tale | 19 | 4.4.126 | PERDITA | Of middle summer, and I think they are given |
109,905 | A Winters Tale | 19 | 4.4.127 | PERDITA | To men of middle age. You're very welcome. |
109,906 | A Winters Tale | 20 | 4.4.128 | CAMILLO | I should leave grazing, were I of your flock, |
109,907 | A Winters Tale | 20 | 4.4.129 | CAMILLO | And only live by gazing. |
109,908 | A Winters Tale | 21 | 4.4.130 | PERDITA | Out, alas! |
109,909 | A Winters Tale | 21 | 4.4.131 | PERDITA | You'd be so lean, that blasts of January |
109,910 | A Winters Tale | 21 | 4.4.132 | PERDITA | Would blow you through and through. |
109,911 | A Winters Tale | 21 | 4.4.133 | PERDITA | Now, my fair'st friend, |
109,912 | A Winters Tale | 21 | 4.4.134 | PERDITA | I would I had some flowers o' the spring that might |
109,913 | A Winters Tale | 21 | 4.4.135 | PERDITA | Become your time of day, and yours, and yours, |
109,914 | A Winters Tale | 21 | 4.4.136 | PERDITA | That wear upon your virgin branches yet |
109,915 | A Winters Tale | 21 | 4.4.137 | PERDITA | Your maidenheads growing: O Proserpina, |
109,916 | A Winters Tale | 21 | 4.4.138 | PERDITA | For the flowers now, that frighted thou let'st fall |
109,917 | A Winters Tale | 21 | 4.4.139 | PERDITA | From Dis's waggon! daffodils, |
109,918 | A Winters Tale | 21 | 4.4.140 | PERDITA | That come before the swallow dares, and take |
109,919 | A Winters Tale | 21 | 4.4.141 | PERDITA | The winds of March with beauty, violets dim, |
109,920 | A Winters Tale | 21 | 4.4.142 | PERDITA | But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes |
109,921 | A Winters Tale | 21 | 4.4.143 | PERDITA | Or Cytherea's breath, pale primroses |
109,922 | A Winters Tale | 21 | 4.4.144 | PERDITA | That die unmarried, ere they can behold |
109,923 | A Winters Tale | 21 | 4.4.145 | PERDITA | Bight Phoebus in his strength--a malady |
109,924 | A Winters Tale | 21 | 4.4.146 | PERDITA | Most incident to maids, bold oxlips and |
109,925 | A Winters Tale | 21 | 4.4.147 | PERDITA | The crown imperial, lilies of all kinds, |
109,926 | A Winters Tale | 21 | 4.4.148 | PERDITA | The flower-de-luce being one! O, these I lack, |
109,927 | A Winters Tale | 21 | 4.4.149 | PERDITA | To make you garlands of, and my sweet friend, |
109,928 | A Winters Tale | 21 | 4.4.150 | PERDITA | To strew him o'er and o'er! |
109,929 | A Winters Tale | 22 | 4.4.151 | FLORIZEL | What, like a corse? |
109,930 | A Winters Tale | 23 | 4.4.152 | PERDITA | No, like a bank for love to lie and play on, |
109,931 | A Winters Tale | 23 | 4.4.153 | PERDITA | Not like a corse, or if, not to be buried, |
109,932 | A Winters Tale | 23 | 4.4.154 | PERDITA | But quick and in mine arms. Come, take your flowers: |
109,933 | A Winters Tale | 23 | 4.4.155 | PERDITA | Methinks I play as I have seen them do |
109,934 | A Winters Tale | 23 | 4.4.156 | PERDITA | In Whitsun pastorals: sure this robe of mine |
109,935 | A Winters Tale | 23 | 4.4.157 | PERDITA | Does change my disposition. |
109,936 | A Winters Tale | 24 | 4.4.158 | FLORIZEL | What you do |
109,937 | A Winters Tale | 24 | 4.4.159 | FLORIZEL | Still betters what is done. When you speak, sweet. |
109,938 | A Winters Tale | 24 | 4.4.160 | FLORIZEL | I'ld have you do it ever: when you sing, |
109,939 | A Winters Tale | 24 | 4.4.161 | FLORIZEL | I'ld have you buy and sell so, so give alms, |
109,940 | A Winters Tale | 24 | 4.4.162 | FLORIZEL | Pray so, and, for the ordering your affairs, |
109,941 | A Winters Tale | 24 | 4.4.163 | FLORIZEL | To sing them too: when you do dance, I wish you |
109,942 | A Winters Tale | 24 | 4.4.164 | FLORIZEL | A wave o' the sea, that you might ever do |
109,943 | A Winters Tale | 24 | 4.4.165 | FLORIZEL | Nothing but that, move still, still so, |
109,944 | A Winters Tale | 24 | 4.4.166 | FLORIZEL | And own no other function: each your doing, |
109,945 | A Winters Tale | 24 | 4.4.167 | FLORIZEL | So singular in each particular, |
109,946 | A Winters Tale | 24 | 4.4.168 | FLORIZEL | Crowns what you are doing in the present deed, |
109,947 | A Winters Tale | 24 | 4.4.169 | FLORIZEL | That all your acts are queens. |
109,948 | A Winters Tale | 25 | 4.4.170 | PERDITA | O Doricles, |
109,949 | A Winters Tale | 25 | 4.4.171 | PERDITA | Your praises are too large: but that your youth, |
109,950 | A Winters Tale | 25 | 4.4.172 | PERDITA | And the true blood which peepeth fairly through't, |
109,951 | A Winters Tale | 25 | 4.4.173 | PERDITA | Do plainly give you out an unstain'd shepherd, |
109,952 | A Winters Tale | 25 | 4.4.174 | PERDITA | With wisdom I might fear, my Doricles, |
109,953 | A Winters Tale | 25 | 4.4.175 | PERDITA | You woo'd me the false way. |
109,954 | A Winters Tale | 26 | 4.4.176 | FLORIZEL | I think you have |
109,955 | A Winters Tale | 26 | 4.4.177 | FLORIZEL | As little skill to fear as I have purpose |
109,956 | A Winters Tale | 26 | 4.4.178 | FLORIZEL | To put you to't. But come, our dance, I pray: |
109,957 | A Winters Tale | 26 | 4.4.179 | FLORIZEL | Your hand, my Perdita: so turtles pair, |
109,958 | A Winters Tale | 26 | 4.4.180 | FLORIZEL | That never mean to part. |
109,959 | A Winters Tale | 27 | 4.4.181 | PERDITA | I'll swear for 'em. |
109,960 | A Winters Tale | 28 | 4.4.182 | POLIXENES | This is the prettiest low-born lass that ever |
109,961 | A Winters Tale | 28 | 4.4.183 | POLIXENES | Ran on the green-sward: nothing she does or seems |
109,962 | A Winters Tale | 28 | 4.4.184 | POLIXENES | But smacks of something greater than herself, |
109,963 | A Winters Tale | 28 | 4.4.185 | POLIXENES | Too noble for this place. |
109,964 | A Winters Tale | 29 | 4.4.186 | CAMILLO | He tells her something |
109,965 | A Winters Tale | 29 | 4.4.187 | CAMILLO | That makes her blood look out: good sooth, she is |
109,966 | A Winters Tale | 29 | 4.4.188 | CAMILLO | The queen of curds and cream. |
109,967 | A Winters Tale | 30 | 4.4.189 | Clown | Come on, strike up! |
109,968 | A Winters Tale | 31 | 4.4.190 | DORCAS | Mopsa must be your mistress: marry, garlic, |
109,969 | A Winters Tale | 31 | 4.4.191 | DORCAS | To mend her kissing with! |
109,970 | A Winters Tale | 32 | 4.4.192 | MOPSA | Now, in good time! |
109,971 | A Winters Tale | 33 | 4.4.193 | Clown | Not a word, a word, we stand upon our manners. |
109,972 | A Winters Tale | 33 | 4.4.194 | Clown | Come, strike up! |
109,973 | A Winters Tale | 33 | null | Clown | Music. Here a dance of Shepherds and Shepherdesses |
109,974 | A Winters Tale | 34 | 4.4.195 | POLIXENES | Pray, good shepherd, what fair swain is this |
109,975 | A Winters Tale | 34 | 4.4.196 | POLIXENES | Which dances with your daughter? |
109,976 | A Winters Tale | 35 | 4.4.197 | Shepherd | They call him Doricles, and boasts himself |
109,977 | A Winters Tale | 35 | 4.4.198 | Shepherd | To have a worthy feeding: but I have it |
109,978 | A Winters Tale | 35 | 4.4.199 | Shepherd | Upon his own report and I believe it, |
109,979 | A Winters Tale | 35 | 4.4.200 | Shepherd | He looks like sooth. He says he loves my daughter: |
109,980 | A Winters Tale | 35 | 4.4.201 | Shepherd | I think so too, for never gazed the moon |
109,981 | A Winters Tale | 35 | 4.4.202 | Shepherd | Upon the water as he'll stand and read |
109,982 | A Winters Tale | 35 | 4.4.203 | Shepherd | As 'twere my daughter's eyes: and, to be plain. |
109,983 | A Winters Tale | 35 | 4.4.204 | Shepherd | I think there is not half a kiss to choose |
109,984 | A Winters Tale | 35 | 4.4.205 | Shepherd | Who loves another best. |
109,985 | A Winters Tale | 36 | 4.4.206 | POLIXENES | She dances featly. |
109,986 | A Winters Tale | 37 | 4.4.207 | Shepherd | So she does any thing, though I report it, |
109,987 | A Winters Tale | 37 | 4.4.208 | Shepherd | That should be silent: if young Doricles |
109,988 | A Winters Tale | 37 | 4.4.209 | Shepherd | Do light upon her, she shall bring him that |
109,989 | A Winters Tale | 37 | 4.4.210 | Shepherd | Which he not dreams of. |
109,990 | A Winters Tale | 37 | null | Shepherd | Enter Servant |
109,991 | A Winters Tale | 38 | 4.4.211 | Servant | O master, if you did but hear the pedlar at the |
109,992 | A Winters Tale | 38 | 4.4.212 | Servant | door, you would never dance again after a tabour and |
109,993 | A Winters Tale | 38 | 4.4.213 | Servant | pipe, no, the bagpipe could not move you: he sings |
109,994 | A Winters Tale | 38 | 4.4.214 | Servant | several tunes faster than you'll tell money, he |
109,995 | A Winters Tale | 38 | 4.4.215 | Servant | utters them as he had eaten ballads and all men's |
109,996 | A Winters Tale | 38 | 4.4.216 | Servant | ears grew to his tunes. |
109,997 | A Winters Tale | 39 | 4.4.217 | Clown | He could never come better, he shall come in. I |
109,998 | A Winters Tale | 39 | 4.4.218 | Clown | love a ballad but even too well, if it be doleful |
109,999 | A Winters Tale | 39 | 4.4.219 | Clown | matter merrily set down, or a very pleasant thing |
110,000 | A Winters Tale | 39 | 4.4.220 | Clown | indeed and sung lamentably. |
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