Speeches (Lines) for Dorcas in "The Winter's Tale"

Clown. Come on, strike up!

Dorcas. Mopsa must be your mistress: marry, garlic,
To mend her kissing with!

Mopsa. I was promised them against the feast; but they come
not too late now.

Dorcas. He hath promised you more than that, or there be liars.

Autolycus. Very true, and but a month old.

Dorcas. Bless me from marrying a usurer!

Autolycus. Here's another ballad of a fish, that appeared upon
the coast on Wednesday the four-score of April,
forty thousand fathom above water, and sung this
ballad against the hard hearts of maids: it was
thought she was a woman and was turned into a cold
fish for she would not exchange flesh with one that
loved her: the ballad is very pitiful and as true.

Dorcas. Is it true too, think you?

Mopsa. We can both sing it: if thou'lt bear a part, thou
shalt hear; 'tis in three parts.

Dorcas. We had the tune on't a month ago.

Autolycus. Get you hence, for I must go
Where it fits not you to know.

Dorcas. Whither?

Mopsa. O, whither?

Dorcas. Whither?

Mopsa. It becomes thy oath full well,
Thou to me thy secrets tell.

Dorcas. Me too, let me go thither.

Mopsa. Or thou goest to the orange or mill.

Dorcas. If to either, thou dost ill.

Autolycus. Neither.

Dorcas. What, neither?

Autolycus. Neither.

Dorcas. Thou hast sworn my love to be.