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

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# Act / Scene Speech text
1 I / 3
  • The queen, madam,
    Desires your highness' company.
  • The queen, madam,
    Desires your highness' company.
  • Imogen. I did not take my leave of him, but had
    Most pretty things to say: ere I could tell him
    How I would think on him at certain hours
    Such thoughts and such, or I could make him swear
    The shes of Italy should not betray
    Mine interest and his honour, or have charged him,
    At the sixth hour of morn, at noon, at midnight,
    To encounter me with orisons, for then
    I am in heaven for him; or ere I could
    Give him that parting kiss which I had set
    Betwixt two charming words, comes in my father
    And like the tyrannous breathing of the north
    Shakes all our buds from growing.

    Lady. The queen, madam,
    Desires your highness' company.

2 II / 2
  • Please you, madam
  • Please you, madam
  • Imogen. Who's there? my woman Helen?

    Lady. Please you, madam

3 II / 2
  • Almost midnight, madam.
  • Almost midnight, madam.
  • Imogen. What hour is it?

    Lady. Almost midnight, madam.

4 II / 3
  • Who's there that knocks?
  • Who's there that knocks?
  • Cloten. If she be up, I'll speak with her; if not,
    Let her lie still and dream.
    [Knocks]
    By your leave, ho!
    I Know her women are about her: what
    If I do line one of their hands? 'Tis gold
    Which buys admittance; oft it doth; yea, and makes
    Diana's rangers false themselves, yield up
    Their deer to the stand o' the stealer; and 'tis gold
    Which makes the true man kill'd and saves the thief;
    Nay, sometime hangs both thief and true man: what
    Can it not do and undo? I will make
    One of her women lawyer to me, for
    I yet not understand the case myself.
    [Knocks]
    By your leave.

    Lady. Who's there that knocks?

5 II / 3
  • No more?
  • No more?
  • Cloten. A gentleman.

    Lady. No more?

6 II / 3
  • That's more
    Than some, whose tailors are as dear as yours,
    Can justly bo...
  • That's more
    Than some, whose tailors are as dear as yours,
    Can justly boast of. What's your lordship's pleasure?
  • Cloten. Yes, and a gentlewoman's son.

    Lady. That's more
    Than some, whose tailors are as dear as yours,
    Can justly boast of. What's your lordship's pleasure?

7 II / 3
  • Ay,
    To keep her chamber.
  • Ay,
    To keep her chamber.
  • Cloten. Your lady's person: is she ready?

    Lady. Ay,
    To keep her chamber.

8 II / 3
  • How! my good name? or to report of you
    What I shall think is good?--The prin...
  • How! my good name? or to report of you
    What I shall think is good?--The princess!
  • Cloten. There is gold for you;
    Sell me your good report.

    Lady. How! my good name? or to report of you
    What I shall think is good?--The princess!

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