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1,600 | Lance | Lance_TGV | MALE | Nothing. | false | [] |
1,601 | Lance | Lance_TGV | MALE | Why, sir, I’ll strike nothing. I pray you— | false | [] |
1,602 | Lance | Lance_TGV | MALE | Sir, there is a proclamation that you are vanished. | false | [] |
1,603 | Lance | Lance_TGV | MALE | I am but a fool, look you, and yet I have the wit to think my master is a kind of a knave, but that’s all one if he be but one knave. He lives not now that knows me to be in love, yet I am in love, but a team of horse shall not pluck that from me, nor who ’tis I love; and yet ’tis a woman, but what woman I will not tel... | false | [] |
1,604 | Lance | Lance_TGV | MALE | Here is the catalog of her condition. Imprimis, She can fetch and carry. Why, a horse can do no more; nay, a horse cannot fetch but only carry; therefore is she better than a jade. Item, She can milk. Look you, a sweet virtue in a maid with clean hands. | false | [] |
1,605 | Lance | Lance_TGV | MALE | With my master’s ship? Why, it is at sea. | false | [] |
1,606 | Lance | Lance_TGV | MALE | The black’st news that ever thou heard’st. | false | [] |
1,607 | Lance | Lance_TGV | MALE | Why, as black as ink. | false | [] |
1,608 | Lance | Lance_TGV | MALE | Fie on thee, jolt-head, thou canst not read. | false | [] |
1,609 | Lance | Lance_TGV | MALE | I will try thee. Tell me this, who begot thee? | false | [] |
1,610 | Lance | Lance_TGV | MALE | O, illiterate loiterer, it was the son of thy grandmother. This proves that thou canst not read. | false | [] |
1,611 | Lance | Lance_TGV | MALE | There, and Saint Nicholas be thy speed. | false | [] |
1,612 | Lance | Lance_TGV | MALE | Ay, that she can. | false | [] |
1,613 | Lance | Lance_TGV | MALE | And thereof comes the proverb: “ Blessing of your heart, you brew good ale.” | false | [] |
1,614 | Lance | Lance_TGV | MALE | That’s as much as to say “ Can she so?” | false | [] |
1,615 | Lance | Lance_TGV | MALE | What need a man care for a stock with a wench, when she can knit him a stock? | false | [] |
1,616 | Lance | Lance_TGV | MALE | A special virtue, for then she need not be washed and scoured. | false | [] |
1,617 | Lance | Lance_TGV | MALE | Then may I set the world on wheels, when she can spin for her living. | false | [] |
1,618 | Lance | Lance_TGV | MALE | That’s as much as to say “ bastard virtues,” that indeed know not their fathers and therefore have no names. | false | [] |
1,619 | Lance | Lance_TGV | MALE | Close at the heels of her virtues. | false | [] |
1,620 | Lance | Lance_TGV | MALE | Well, that fault may be mended with a breakfast. Read on. | false | [] |
1,621 | Lance | Lance_TGV | MALE | That makes amends for her sour breath. | false | [] |
1,622 | Lance | Lance_TGV | MALE | It’s no matter for that, so she sleep not in her talk. | false | [] |
1,623 | Lance | Lance_TGV | MALE | O villain, that set this down among her vices! To be slow in words is a woman’s only virtue. I pray thee, out with ’t, and place it for her chief virtue. | false | [] |
1,624 | Lance | Lance_TGV | MALE | Out with that too; it was Eve’s legacy and cannot be ta’en from her. | false | [] |
1,625 | Lance | Lance_TGV | MALE | I care not for that neither, because I love crusts. | false | [] |
1,626 | Lance | Lance_TGV | MALE | Well, the best is, she hath no teeth to bite. | false | [] |
1,627 | Lance | Lance_TGV | MALE | If her liquor be good, she shall; if she will not, I will, for good things should be praised. | false | [] |
1,628 | Lance | Lance_TGV | MALE | Of her tongue she cannot, for that’s writ down she is slow of; of her purse she shall not, for that I’ll keep shut; now, of another thing she may, and that cannot I help. Well, proceed. | false | [] |
1,629 | Lance | Lance_TGV | MALE | Stop there. I’ll have her. She was mine and not mine twice or thrice in that last article. Rehearse that once more. | false | [] |
1,630 | Lance | Lance_TGV | MALE | “ More hair than wit”? It may be; I’ll prove it: the cover of the salt hides the salt, and therefore it is more than the salt; the hair that covers the wit is more than the wit, for the greater hides the less. What’s next? | false | [] |
1,631 | Lance | Lance_TGV | MALE | That’s monstrous! O, that that were out! | false | [] |
1,632 | Lance | Lance_TGV | MALE | Why, that word makes the faults gracious. Well, I’ll have her, and if it be a match, as nothing is impossible— | false | [] |
1,633 | Lance | Lance_TGV | MALE | Why, then will I tell thee that thy master stays for thee at the North Gate. | false | [] |
1,634 | Lance | Lance_TGV | MALE | For thee? Ay, who art thou? He hath stayed for a better man than thee. | false | [] |
1,635 | Lance | Lance_TGV | MALE | Thou must run to him, for thou hast stayed so long that going will scarce serve the turn. | false | [] |
1,636 | Lance | Lance_TGV | MALE | Now will he be swinged for reading my letter; an unmannerly slave, that will thrust himself into secrets. I’ll after, to rejoice in the boy’s correction. | false | [] |
1,637 | Lance | Lance_TGV | MALE | When a man’s servant shall play the cur with him, look you, it goes hard— one that I brought up of a puppy, one that I saved from drowning when three or four of his blind brothers and sisters went to it. I have taught him even as one would say precisely “ Thus I would teach a dog.” I was sent to deliver him as a presen... | false | [] |
1,638 | Lance | Lance_TGV | MALE | Marry, sir, I carried Mistress Sylvia the dog you bade me. | false | [] |
1,639 | Lance | Lance_TGV | MALE | Marry, she says your dog was a cur, and tells you currish thanks is good enough for such a present. | false | [] |
1,640 | Lance | Lance_TGV | MALE | No, indeed, did she not. Here have I brought him back again. | false | [] |
1,641 | Lance | Lance_TGV | MALE | Ay, sir. The other squirrel was stolen from me by the hangman’s boys in the market-place, and then I offered her mine own, who is a dog as big as ten of yours, and therefore the gift the greater. | false | [] |
1,642 | Thurio | Thurio_TGV | MALE | Seem you that you are not? | false | [] |
1,643 | Thurio | Thurio_TGV | MALE | So do counterfeits. | false | [] |
1,644 | Thurio | Thurio_TGV | MALE | What seem I that I am not? | false | [] |
1,645 | Thurio | Thurio_TGV | MALE | What instance of the contrary? | false | [] |
1,646 | Thurio | Thurio_TGV | MALE | And how quote you my folly? | false | [] |
1,647 | Thurio | Thurio_TGV | MALE | My “ jerkin” is a doublet. | false | [] |
1,648 | Thurio | Thurio_TGV | MALE | How! | false | [] |
1,649 | Thurio | Thurio_TGV | MALE | That hath more mind to feed on your blood than live in your air. | false | [] |
1,650 | Thurio | Thurio_TGV | MALE | Ay, sir, and done too for this time. | false | [] |
1,651 | Thurio | Thurio_TGV | MALE | Sir, if you spend word for word with me, I shall make your wit bankrupt. | false | [] |
1,652 | Thurio | Thurio_TGV | MALE | They say that Love hath not an eye at all. | false | [] |
1,653 | Thurio | Thurio_TGV | MALE | Since his exile she hath despised me most, | false | [] |
1,654 | Thurio | Thurio_TGV | MALE | Forsworn my company and railed at me, | false | [] |
1,655 | Thurio | Thurio_TGV | MALE | That I am desperate of obtaining her. | false | [] |
1,656 | Thurio | Thurio_TGV | MALE | Therefore, as you unwind her love from him, | false | [] |
1,657 | Thurio | Thurio_TGV | MALE | Lest it should ravel and be good to none, | false | [] |
1,658 | Thurio | Thurio_TGV | MALE | You must provide to bottom it on me, | false | [] |
1,659 | Thurio | Thurio_TGV | MALE | Which must be done by praising me as much | false | [] |
1,660 | Thurio | Thurio_TGV | MALE | As you in worth dispraise Sir Valentine. | false | [] |
1,661 | Thurio | Thurio_TGV | MALE | And thy advice this night I’ll put in practice. | false | [] |
1,662 | Thurio | Thurio_TGV | MALE | Therefore, sweet Proteus, my direction-giver, | false | [] |
1,663 | Thurio | Thurio_TGV | MALE | Let us into the city presently | false | [] |
1,664 | Thurio | Thurio_TGV | MALE | To sort some gentlemen well-skilled in music. | false | [] |
1,665 | Thurio | Thurio_TGV | MALE | I have a sonnet that will serve the turn | false | [] |
1,666 | Thurio | Thurio_TGV | MALE | To give the onset to thy good advice. | false | [] |
1,667 | Thurio | Thurio_TGV | MALE | How now, Sir Proteus, are you crept before us? | false | [] |
1,668 | Thurio | Thurio_TGV | MALE | Ay, but I hope, sir, that you love not here. | false | [] |
1,669 | Thurio | Thurio_TGV | MALE | Who, Sylvia? | false | [] |
1,670 | Thurio | Thurio_TGV | MALE | I thank you for your own.— Now, gentlemen, | false | [] |
1,671 | Thurio | Thurio_TGV | MALE | Let’s tune, and to it lustily awhile. | false | [] |
1,672 | Thurio | Thurio_TGV | MALE | Where meet we? | false | [] |
1,673 | Thurio | Thurio_TGV | MALE | Farewell. | false | [] |
1,674 | Thurio | Thurio_TGV | MALE | Sir Proteus, what says Sylvia to my suit? | false | [] |
1,675 | Thurio | Thurio_TGV | MALE | What? That my leg is too long? | false | [] |
1,676 | Thurio | Thurio_TGV | MALE | I’ll wear a boot to make it somewhat rounder. | false | [] |
1,677 | Thurio | Thurio_TGV | MALE | What says she to my face? | false | [] |
1,678 | Thurio | Thurio_TGV | MALE | Nay, then the wanton lies; my face is black. | false | [] |
1,679 | Thurio | Thurio_TGV | MALE | How likes she my discourse? | false | [] |
1,680 | Thurio | Thurio_TGV | MALE | But well when I discourse of love and peace. | false | [] |
1,681 | Thurio | Thurio_TGV | MALE | What says she to my valor? | false | [] |
1,682 | Thurio | Thurio_TGV | MALE | What says she to my birth? | false | [] |
1,683 | Thurio | Thurio_TGV | MALE | Considers she my possessions? | false | [] |
1,684 | Thurio | Thurio_TGV | MALE | Wherefore? | false | [] |
1,685 | Thurio | Thurio_TGV | MALE | Not I. | false | [] |
1,686 | Thurio | Thurio_TGV | MALE | Why, this it is to be a peevish girl | false | [] |
1,687 | Thurio | Thurio_TGV | MALE | That flies her fortune when it follows her. | false | [] |
1,688 | Thurio | Thurio_TGV | MALE | I’ll after, more to be revenged on Eglamour | false | [] |
1,689 | Thurio | Thurio_TGV | MALE | Than for the love of reckless Sylvia. | false | [] |
1,690 | Thurio | Thurio_TGV | MALE | Yonder is Sylvia, and Sylvia’s mine. | false | [] |
1,691 | Thurio | Thurio_TGV | MALE | Sir Valentine, I care not for her, I. | false | [] |
1,692 | Thurio | Thurio_TGV | MALE | I hold him but a fool that will endanger | false | [] |
1,693 | Thurio | Thurio_TGV | MALE | His body for a girl that loves him not. | false | [] |
1,694 | Thurio | Thurio_TGV | MALE | I claim her not, and therefore she is thine. | false | [] |
1,695 | Duke | Duke_TGV | MALE | Now, daughter Sylvia, you are hard beset.— | false | [] |
1,696 | Duke | Duke_TGV | MALE | Sir Valentine, your father is in good health. | false | [] |
1,697 | Duke | Duke_TGV | MALE | What say you to a letter from your friends | false | [] |
1,698 | Duke | Duke_TGV | MALE | Of much good news? | false | [] |
1,699 | Duke | Duke_TGV | MALE | Know you Don Antonio, your countryman? | false | [] |
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