Shakespeare Character's First Lines

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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.
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.
No more amazement. Tell your piteous heart there's no harm done.
A little more than kin and less than kind.
Now say, Chatillon, what would France with us?
'Tis better as it is.
What country, friends, is this?
So foul and fair a day I have not seen.
Hail, Rome, victorious in thy mourning weeds!
Dear Celia, I show more mirth than I am mistress of; and would you yet I were merrier?
I can but say their protestation over.
There's beggary in the love that can be reckoned.
Always obedient to your grace's will, I come to know your pleasure.
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...
Go bear it to the Centaur, where we host, and say there, Dromio, till I come to thee.
Imprisoned is he, say you?
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I do affect a sorrow indeed, but I have it too.
Verona, for a while I take my leave to see my friend in Padua.
Cease to persuade, my loving Proteus.
Stay your thanks a while, and pay them when you part.
I am, my lord, as well derived as he, as well possessed.
Princes, what grief hath set the jaundice on your cheeks?
Ay me, sad hours seem long.
Calpurnia.
I have, Antiochus, and with a soul emboldened with the glory of her praise think death no hazard in this enterprise.
In sooth, I know not why I am so sad.
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.
Thou are so fat-witted with drinking of old sack, and unbuttoning thee after supper, and sleeping upon benches after noon...
Attend my lords of France and Burgundy, Gloucester.
Benedick, didst thou note the daughter of Signor Leonato?
Now, Master Shallow, you'll complain of me to the King?
Thanks. What's the matter, you dissentious rogues, that, rubbing the poor itch of your opinion, make yourselves scabs?

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