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Lieutenant complete text   Lieutenant. Fear not our care, sir. 1.7.6       Main play link   Lieutenant. I do not know what witchcraft's in him, but 4.7.2         Your soldiers use him as the grace 'fore meat, 4.7.3         Their talk at table, and their thanks at end; 4.7.4         And you are darken'd in this action, sir, 4.7.5         Even by your own. 4.7.6       Main play link   Lieutenant. Yet I wish, sir,-- 4.7.14         I mean for your particular,--you had not 4.7.15         Join'd in commission with him; but either 4.7.16         Had borne the action of yourself, or else 4.7.17         To him had left it solely. 4.7.18       Main play link   Lieutenant. Sir, I beseech you, think you he'll carry Rome? 4.7.29       Main play link   REMOVE line numbers    Return to top