Shakespeare Character's First Lines

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I have, Antiochus, and with a soul emboldened with the glory of her praise think death no hazard in this enterprise.
Thanks. What's the matter, you dissentious rogues, that, rubbing the poor itch of your opinion, make yourselves scabs?
In sooth, I know not why I am so sad.
Now, Master Shallow, you'll complain of me to the King?
Uncles of Gloucester and of Winchester, the special watchmen of our English weal, I would prevail, if prayers might prevail to join your hearts in love and amity.
Always obedient to your grace's will, I come to know your pleasure.
Now say, Chatillon, what would France with us?
Dear Celia, I show more mirth than I am mistress of; and would you yet I were merrier?
Old John of Gaunt, time-honoured Lancaster, hast thou according to thy oath and bond brought hither Henry Hereford, they bold son, here to make good the boist'rous late appeal...
Cease to persuade, my loving Proteus.
Attend my lords of France and Burgundy, Gloucester.
A little more than kin and less than kind.
I can but say their protestation over.
Now is the winter of our discontent made glorious summer by this son of York; and all the clouds that loured upon our house in the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
'Tis better as it is.
I do affect a sorrow indeed, but I have it too.
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So foul and fair a day I have not seen.
Ay me, sad hours seem long.
Benedick, didst thou note the daughter of Signor Leonato?
I am, my lord, as well derived as he, as well possessed.
Stay your thanks a while, and pay them when you part.
Imprisoned is he, say you?
So shaken as we are, so wan with care, find we a time for frightend peace to pant and breathe short-winded accents of new broils to be commenced in strands afar remote.
What country, friends, is this?
Verona, for a while I take my leave to see my friend in Padua.
Thou are so fat-witted with drinking of old sack, and unbuttoning thee after supper, and sleeping upon benches after noon...
Calpurnia.
Go bear it to the Centaur, where we host, and say there, Dromio, till I come to thee.
Hail, Rome, victorious in thy mourning weeds!
Princes, what grief hath set the jaundice on your cheeks?
There's beggary in the love that can be reckoned.
No more amazement. Tell your piteous heart there's no harm done.

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