Speeches (Lines) for First Lord in "Cymbeline, King of Britain"

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1 I / 2
  • Sir, I would advise you to shift a shirt; the
    violence of action hath made y...
  • Sir, I would advise you to shift a shirt; the
    violence of action hath made you reek as a
    sacrifice: where air comes out, air comes in:
    there's none abroad so wholesome as that you vent.
  • Imogen. About some half-hour hence,
    I pray you, speak with me: you shall at least
    Go see my lord aboard: for this time leave me.

    First Lord. Sir, I would advise you to shift a shirt; the
    violence of action hath made you reek as a
    sacrifice: where air comes out, air comes in:
    there's none abroad so wholesome as that you vent.

2 I / 2
  • Hurt him! his body's a passable carcass, if he be
    not hurt: it is a thorough...
  • Hurt him! his body's a passable carcass, if he be
    not hurt: it is a thoroughfare for steel, if it be not hurt.
  • Second Lord. [Aside] No, 'faith; not so much as his patience.

    First Lord. Hurt him! his body's a passable carcass, if he be
    not hurt: it is a thoroughfare for steel, if it be not hurt.

3 I / 2
  • Stand you! You have land enough of your own: but
    he added to your having; ga...
  • Stand you! You have land enough of your own: but
    he added to your having; gave you some ground.
  • Second Lord. [Aside] No; but he fled forward still, toward your face.

    First Lord. Stand you! You have land enough of your own: but
    he added to your having; gave you some ground.

4 I / 2
  • Sir, as I told you always, her beauty and her brain
    go not together: she's a...
  • Sir, as I told you always, her beauty and her brain
    go not together: she's a good sign, but I have seen
    small reflection of her wit.
  • Second Lord. [Aside] If it be a sin to make a true election, she
    is damned.

    First Lord. Sir, as I told you always, her beauty and her brain
    go not together: she's a good sign, but I have seen
    small reflection of her wit.

5 I / 2
  • I'll attend your lordship.
  • I'll attend your lordship.
  • Cloten. You'll go with us?

    First Lord. I'll attend your lordship.

6 II / 1
  • What got he by that? You have broke his pate with
    your bowl.
  • What got he by that? You have broke his pate with
    your bowl.
  • Cloten. Was there ever man had such luck! when I kissed the
    jack, upon an up-cast to be hit away! I had a
    hundred pound on't: and then a whoreson jackanapes
    must take me up for swearing; as if I borrowed mine
    oaths of him and might not spend them at my pleasure.

    First Lord. What got he by that? You have broke his pate with
    your bowl.

7 II / 1
  • Did you hear of a stranger that's come to court to-night?
  • Did you hear of a stranger that's come to court to-night?
  • Cloten. Why, so I say.

    First Lord. Did you hear of a stranger that's come to court to-night?

8 II / 1
  • There's an Italian come; and, 'tis thought, one of
    Leonatus' friends.
  • There's an Italian come; and, 'tis thought, one of
    Leonatus' friends.
  • Second Lord. [Aside] He's a strange fellow himself, and knows it
    not.

    First Lord. There's an Italian come; and, 'tis thought, one of
    Leonatus' friends.

9 II / 1
  • One of your lordship's pages.
  • One of your lordship's pages.
  • Cloten. Leonatus! a banished rascal; and he's another,
    whatsoever he be. Who told you of this stranger?

    First Lord. One of your lordship's pages.

10 II / 3
  • Your lordship is the most patient man in loss, the
    most coldest that ever tu...
  • Your lordship is the most patient man in loss, the
    most coldest that ever turned up ace.
  • Iachimo. The crickets sing, and man's o'er-labour'd sense
    Repairs itself by rest. Our Tarquin thus
    Did softly press the rushes, ere he waken'd
    The chastity he wounded. Cytherea,
    How bravely thou becomest thy bed, fresh lily,
    And whiter than the sheets! That I might touch!
    But kiss; one kiss! Rubies unparagon'd,
    How dearly they do't! 'Tis her breathing that
    Perfumes the chamber thus: the flame o' the taper
    Bows toward her, and would under-peep her lids,
    To see the enclosed lights, now canopied
    Under these windows, white and azure laced
    With blue of heaven's own tinct. But my design,
    To note the chamber: I will write all down:
    Such and such pictures; there the window; such
    The adornment of her bed; the arras; figures,
    Why, such and such; and the contents o' the story.
    Ah, but some natural notes about her body,
    Above ten thousand meaner moveables
    Would testify, to enrich mine inventory.
    O sleep, thou ape of death, lie dull upon her!
    And be her sense but as a monument,
    Thus in a chapel lying! Come off, come off:
    [Taking off her bracelet]
    As slippery as the Gordian knot was hard!
    'Tis mine; and this will witness outwardly,
    As strongly as the conscience does within,
    To the madding of her lord. On her left breast
    A mole cinque-spotted, like the crimson drops
    I' the bottom of a cowslip: here's a voucher,
    Stronger than ever law could make: this secret
    Will force him think I have pick'd the lock and ta'en
    The treasure of her honour. No more. To what end?
    Why should I write this down, that's riveted,
    Screw'd to my memory? She hath been reading late
    The tale of Tereus; here the leaf's turn'd down
    Where Philomel gave up. I have enough:
    To the trunk again, and shut the spring of it.
    Swift, swift, you dragons of the night, that dawning
    May bare the raven's eye! I lodge in fear;
    Though this a heavenly angel, hell is here.
    [Clock strikes]
    One, two, three: time, time!

    First Lord. Your lordship is the most patient man in loss, the
    most coldest that ever turned up ace.

11 II / 3
  • But not every man patient after the noble temper of
    your lordship. You are m...
  • But not every man patient after the noble temper of
    your lordship. You are most hot and furious when you win.
  • Cloten. It would make any man cold to lose.

    First Lord. But not every man patient after the noble temper of
    your lordship. You are most hot and furious when you win.

12 II / 3
  • Day, my lord.
  • Day, my lord.
  • Cloten. Winning will put any man into courage. If I could
    get this foolish Imogen, I should have gold enough.
    It's almost morning, is't not?

    First Lord. Day, my lord.

13 IV / 3
  • Good my liege,
    The day that she was missing he was here:
    I dare be bound...
  • Good my liege,
    The day that she was missing he was here:
    I dare be bound he's true and shall perform
    All parts of his subjection loyally. For Cloten,
    There wants no diligence in seeking him,
    And will, no doubt, be found.
  • Pisanio. Sir, my life is yours;
    I humbly set it at your will; but, for my mistress,
    I nothing know where she remains, why gone,
    Nor when she purposes return. Beseech your highness,
    Hold me your loyal servant.

    First Lord. Good my liege,
    The day that she was missing he was here:
    I dare be bound he's true and shall perform
    All parts of his subjection loyally. For Cloten,
    There wants no diligence in seeking him,
    And will, no doubt, be found.

14 IV / 3
  • So please your majesty,
    The Roman legions, all from Gallia drawn,
    Are la...
  • So please your majesty,
    The Roman legions, all from Gallia drawn,
    Are landed on your coast, with a supply
    Of Roman gentlemen, by the senate sent.
  • Cymbeline. The time is troublesome.
    [To PISANIO]
    We'll slip you for a season; but our jealousy
    Does yet depend.

    First Lord. So please your majesty,
    The Roman legions, all from Gallia drawn,
    Are landed on your coast, with a supply
    Of Roman gentlemen, by the senate sent.

15 IV / 3
  • Good my liege,
    Your preparation can affront no less
    Than what you hear o...
  • Good my liege,
    Your preparation can affront no less
    Than what you hear of: come more, for more
    you're ready:
    The want is but to put those powers in motion
    That long to move.
  • Cymbeline. Now for the counsel of my son and queen!
    I am amazed with matter.

    First Lord. Good my liege,
    Your preparation can affront no less
    Than what you hear of: come more, for more
    you're ready:
    The want is but to put those powers in motion
    That long to move.

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