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Third Citizen: Doth this news hold of good King Edward's death? |
POLIXENES: As thou lovest me, Camillo, wipe not out the rest of thy services by leaving me now: the need I have of thee thine own goodness hath made; better not to have had thee than thus to want thee: thou, having made me businesses which none without thee can sufficiently manage, must either stay to execute them thyself or take away with thee the very services thou hast done; which if I have not enough considered, as too much I cannot, to be more thankful to thee shall be my study, and my profit therein the heaping friendships. Of that fatal country, Sicilia, prithee speak no more; whose very naming punishes me with the remembrance of that penitent, as thou callest him, and reconciled king, my brother; whose loss of his most precious queen and children are even now to be afresh lamented. Say to me, when sawest thou the Prince Florizel, my son? Kings are no less unhappy, their issue not being gracious, than they are in losing them when they have approved their virtues. |
Roman: Well, let us go together. |
QUEEN MARGARET: Hie thee to hell for shame, and leave the world, Thou cacodemon! there thy kingdom is. |
Second Lord: Peace, ho! no outrage: peace! The man is noble and his fame folds-in This orb o' the earth. His last offences to us Shall have judicious hearing. Stand, Aufidius, And trouble not the peace. |
ROMEO: Amen, amen! but come what sorrow can, It cannot countervail the exchange of joy That one short minute gives me in her sight: Do thou but close our hands with holy words, Then love-devouring death do what he dare; It is enough I may but call her mine. |
TYBALT: Romeo, the hate I bear thee can afford No better term than this,--thou art a villain. |
PARIS: Sweet flower, with flowers thy bridal bed I strew,-- O woe! thy canopy is dust and stones;-- Which with sweet water nightly I will dew, Or, wanting that, with tears distill'd by moans: The obsequies that I for thee will keep Nightly shall be to strew thy grave and weep. The boy gives warning something doth approach. What cursed foot wanders this way to-night, To cross my obsequies and true love's rite? What with a torch! muffle me, night, awhile. |
LEONTES: One seven-night longer. |
Ghost of Prince Edward: |
FLORIZEL: I think you have As little skill to fear as I have purpose To put you to't. But come; our dance, I pray: Your hand, my Perdita: so turtles pair, That never mean to part. |
GREMIO: Amen, say we: we will be witnesses. |
Gardener: They are; and Bolingbroke Hath seized the wasteful king. O, what pity is it That he had not so trimm'd and dress'd his land As we this garden! We at time of year Do wound the bark, the skin of our fruit-trees, Lest, being over-proud in sap and blood, With too much riches it confound itself: Had he done so to great and growing men, They might have lived to bear and he to taste Their fruits of duty: superfluous branches We lop away, that bearing boughs may live: Had he done so, himself had borne the crown, Which waste of idle hours hath quite thrown down. |
KING EDWARD IV: The duke! Why, Warwick, when we parted, Thou call'dst me king. |
SICINIUS: He loved his mother dearly. |
BUSHY: At Ely House. |
LORD ROSS: The commons hath he pill'd with grievous taxes, And quite lost their hearts: the nobles hath he fined For ancient quarrels, and quite lost their hearts. |
ROMEO: I have night's cloak to hide me from their sight; And but thou love me, let them find me here: My life were better ended by their hate, Than death prorogued, wanting of thy love. |
YORK: Then is he more beholding to you than I. |
BUCKINGHAM: I go: and towards three or four o'clock Look for the news that the Guildhall affords. |
BRUTUS: Come, sir, come, we know you well enough. |
KING EDWARD IV: Ay, but thou canst do what I mean to ask. |
LUCIO: Who, not the duke? yes, your beggar of fifty; and his use was to put a ducat in her clack-dish: the duke had crotchets in him. He would be drunk too; that let me inform you. |
MENENIUS: Fie, fie, fie! This is the way to kindle, not to quench. |
QUEEN ELIZABETH: Send to her, by the man that slew her brothers, A pair of bleeding-hearts; thereon engrave Edward and York; then haply she will weep: Therefore present to her--as sometime Margaret Did to thy father, steep'd in Rutland's blood,-- A handkerchief; which, say to her, did drain The purple sap from her sweet brother's body And bid her dry her weeping eyes therewith. If this inducement force her not to love, Send her a story of thy noble acts; Tell her thou madest away her uncle Clarence, Her uncle Rivers; yea, and, for her sake, Madest quick conveyance with her good aunt Anne. |
LADY ANNE: Thou wast provoked by thy bloody mind. Which never dreamt on aught but butcheries: Didst thou not kill this king? |
QUEEN: This way the king will come; this is the way To Julius Caesar's ill-erected tower, To whose flint bosom my condemned lord Is doom'd a prisoner by proud Bolingbroke: Here let us rest, if this rebellious earth Have any resting for her true king's queen. But soft, but see, or rather do not see, My fair rose wither: yet look up, behold, That you in pity may dissolve to dew, And wash him fresh again with true-love tears. Ah, thou, the model where old Troy did stand, Thou map of honour, thou King Richard's tomb, And not King Richard; thou most beauteous inn, Why should hard-favour'd grief be lodged in thee, When triumph is become an alehouse guest? |
GLOUCESTER: Now tell me, brother Clarence, what think you Of this new marriage with the Lady Grey? Hath not our brother made a worthy choice? |
First Watchman: The ground is bloody; search about the churchyard: Go, some of you, whoe'er you find attach. Pitiful sight! here lies the county slain, And Juliet bleeding, warm, and newly dead, Who here hath lain these two days buried. Go, tell the prince: run to the Capulets: Raise up the Montagues: some others search: We see the ground whereon these woes do lie; But the true ground of all these piteous woes We cannot without circumstance descry. |
DUKE VINCENTIO: I can hardly believe that, since you know not what you speak. But, if ever the duke return, as our prayers are he may, let me desire you to make your answer before him. If it be honest you have spoke, you have courage to maintain it: I am bound to call upon you; and, I pray you, your name? |
PAULINA: I pray you, do not push me; I'll be gone. Look to your babe, my lord; 'tis yours: Jove send her A better guiding spirit! What needs these hands? You, that are thus so tender o'er his follies, Will never do him good, not one of you. So, so: farewell; we are gone. |
PETRUCHIO: Well, sir, in brief, the gown is not for me. |
YORK: And therefore is he idle? |
Both Tribunes: Well, say. Peace, ho! |
SICINIUS: We are convented Upon a pleasing treaty, and have hearts Inclinable to honour and advance The theme of our assembly. |
KING HENRY VI: Why, that's my fortune too; therefore I'll stay. |
LADY ANNE: Why, then he is alive. |
LEONTES: No; if I mistake In those foundations which I build upon, The centre is not big enough to bear A school-boy's top. Away with her! to prison! He who shall speak for her is afar off guilty But that he speaks. |
First Senator: Call Coriolanus. |
SLY: No, not a denier. Go by, Jeronimy: go to thy cold bed, and warm thee. |
KING RICHARD II: Twice for one step I'll groan, the way being short, And piece the way out with a heavy heart. Come, come, in wooing sorrow let's be brief, Since, wedding it, there is such length in grief; One kiss shall stop our mouths, and dumbly part; Thus give I mine, and thus take I thy heart. |
PETRUCHIO: Why, what's a moveable? |
SEBASTIAN: Very well. |
Clown: We are but plain fellows, sir. |
TYBALT: I am for you. |
ALONSO: So is the dear'st o' the loss. |
PERDITA: No, like a bank for love to lie and play on; Not like a corse; or if, not to be buried, But quick and in mine arms. Come, take your flowers: Methinks I play as I have seen them do In Whitsun pastorals: sure this robe of mine Does change my disposition. |
Nurse: No less! nay, bigger; women grow by men. |
POLIXENES: O, then my best blood turn To an infected jelly and my name Be yoked with his that did betray the Best! Turn then my freshest reputation to A savour that may strike the dullest nostril Where I arrive, and my approach be shunn'd, Nay, hated too, worse than the great'st infection That e'er was heard or read! |
PROSPERO: If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an oak And peg thee in his knotty entrails till Thou hast howl'd away twelve winters. |
TRANIO: To save your life in this extremity, This favour will I do you for his sake; And think it not the worst of an your fortunes That you are like to Sir Vincentio. His name and credit shall you undertake, And in my house you shall be friendly lodged: Look that you take upon you as you should; You understand me, sir: so shall you stay Till you have done your business in the city: If this be courtesy, sir, accept of it. |
JULIET: Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss. |
LEONTES: Do, Paulina; For this affliction has a taste as sweet As any cordial comfort. Still, methinks, There is an air comes from her: what fine chisel Could ever yet cut breath? Let no man mock me, For I will kiss her. |
CALIBAN: No, pray thee. I must obey: his art is of such power, It would control my dam's god, Setebos, and make a vassal of him. |
EDWARD: I am his king, and he should bow his knee; I was adopted heir by his consent: Since when, his oath is broke; for, as I hear, You, that are king, though he do wear the crown, Have caused him, by new act of parliament, To blot out me, and put his own son in. |
Second Murderer: So I am, to let him live. |
Nurse: Hie to your chamber: I'll find Romeo To comfort you: I wot well where he is. Hark ye, your Romeo will be here at night: I'll to him; he is hid at Laurence' cell. |
Provost: Away, sir! you must go. |
Lord: Thou art a fool: if Echo were as fleet, I would esteem him worth a dozen such. But sup them well and look unto them all: To-morrow I intend to hunt again. |
GLOUCESTER: I cannot tell: the world is grown so bad, That wrens make prey where eagles dare not perch: Since every Jack became a gentleman There's many a gentle person made a Jack. |
KING EDWARD IV: Now, princely Buckingham, seal thou this league With thy embracements to my wife's allies, And make me happy in your unity. |
KATHARINA: Go, fool, and whom thou keep'st command. |
GLOUCESTER: Nay, he is dead; and slain by Edward's hand. |
SEBASTIAN: A pox o' your throat, you bawling, blasphemous, incharitable dog! |
LEONTES: Hold your peaces. |
ESCALUS: I shall desire you, sir, to give me leave To have free speech with you; and it concerns me To look into the bottom of my place: A power I have, but of what strength and nature I am not yet instructed. |
DUKE VINCENTIO: Pray you, let's hear. |
FLORIZEL: No, good sir; He has his health and ampler strength indeed Than most have of his age. |
POLIXENES: How! caught of me! Make me not sighted like the basilisk: I have look'd on thousands, who have sped the better By my regard, but kill'd none so. Camillo,-- As you are certainly a gentleman, thereto Clerk-like experienced, which no less adorns Our gentry than our parents' noble names, In whose success we are gentle,--I beseech you, If you know aught which does behove my knowledge Thereof to be inform'd, imprison't not In ignorant concealment. |
MERCUTIO: A sail, a sail! |
PETRUCHIO: Come, Kate, we'll to bed. We three are married, but you two are sped. 'Twas I won the wager, though you hit the white; And, being a winner, God give you good night! |
Provost: It is a bitter deputy. |
ISABELLA: Little have you to say When you depart from him, but, soft and low, 'Remember now my brother.' |
TRANIO: Call forth an officer. Carry this mad knave to the gaol. Father Baptista, I charge you see that he be forthcoming. |
MENENIUS: Cannot be! We have record that very well it can, And three examples of the like have been Within my age. But reason with the fellow, Before you punish him, where he heard this, Lest you shall chance to whip your information And beat the messenger who bids beware Of what is to be dreaded. |
AUFIDIUS: If I fly, Marcius, Holloa me like a hare. |
HENRY BOLINGBROKE: The shadow of your sorrow hath destroy'd The shadow or your face. |
GLOUCESTER: Come, Warwick, take the time; kneel down, kneel down: Nay, when? strike now, or else the iron cools. |
GLOUCESTER: A blessed labour, my most sovereign liege: Amongst this princely heap, if any here, By false intelligence, or wrong surmise, Hold me a foe; If I unwittingly, or in my rage, Have aught committed that is hardly borne By any in this presence, I desire To reconcile me to his friendly peace: 'Tis death to me to be at enmity; I hate it, and desire all good men's love. First, madam, I entreat true peace of you, Which I will purchase with my duteous service; Of you, my noble cousin Buckingham, If ever any grudge were lodged between us; Of you, Lord Rivers, and, Lord Grey, of you; That without desert have frown'd on me; Dukes, earls, lords, gentlemen; indeed, of all. I do not know that Englishman alive With whom my soul is any jot at odds More than the infant that is born to-night I thank my God for my humility. |
QUEEN ELIZABETH: And wilt thou learn of me? |
VOLUMNIA: This is a poor epitome of yours, Which by the interpretation of full time May show like all yourself. |
First Musician: Not a dump we; 'tis no time to play now. |
Nurse: O Lord, I could have stay'd here all the night To hear good counsel: O, what learning is! My lord, I'll tell my lady you will come. |
LUCIO: As any in Vienna, on my word. |
LUCIO: 'Faith, my lord. I spoke it but according to the trick. If you will hang me for it, you may; but I had rather it would please you I might be whipt. |
FLORIZEL: Thou dearest Perdita, With these forced thoughts, I prithee, darken not The mirth o' the feast. Or I'll be thine, my fair, Or not my father's. For I cannot be Mine own, nor any thing to any, if I be not thine. To this I am most constant, Though destiny say no. Be merry, gentle; Strangle such thoughts as these with any thing That you behold the while. Your guests are coming: Lift up your countenance, as it were the day Of celebration of that nuptial which We two have sworn shall come. |
ROMEO: And stay, good nurse, behind the abbey wall: Within this hour my man shall be with thee And bring thee cords made like a tackled stair; Which to the high top-gallant of my joy Must be my convoy in the secret night. Farewell; be trusty, and I'll quit thy pains: Farewell; commend me to thy mistress. |
KING LEWIS XI: Fair Queen of England, worthy Margaret, Sit down with us: it ill befits thy state And birth, that thou shouldst stand while Lewis doth sit. |
MONTAGUE: I neither know it nor can learn of him. |
MENENIUS: Go, get you to your house; be gone, away! All will be naught else. |
CORIOLANUS: O, You have, I know, petition'd all the gods For my prosperity! |
DUKE VINCENTIO: My haste may not admit it; Nor need you, on mine honour, have to do With any scruple; your scope is as mine own So to enforce or qualify the laws As to your soul seems good. Give me your hand: I'll privily away. I love the people, But do not like to stage me to their eyes: Through it do well, I do not relish well Their loud applause and Aves vehement; Nor do I think the man of safe discretion That does affect it. Once more, fare you well. |
CATESBY: The princes both make high account of you; For they account his head upon the bridge. |
ESCALUS: I thought, by your readiness in the office, you had continued in it some time. You say, seven years together? |
PRINCE EDWARD: Speak like a subject, proud ambitious York! Suppose that I am now my father's mouth; Resign thy chair, and where I stand kneel thou, Whilst I propose the selfsame words to thee, Which traitor, thou wouldst have me answer to. |
LEONTES: What you can make her do, I am content to look on: what to speak, I am content to hear; for 'tis as easy To make her speak as move. |
GONZALO: Methinks our garments are now as fresh as when we put them on first in Afric, at the marriage of the king's fair daughter Claribel to the King of Tunis. |
Nurse: You say well. |
First Murderer: Tush! Fear not, my lord, we will not stand to prate; Talkers are no good doers: be assured We come to use our hands and not our tongues. |
MENENIUS: It then remains That you do speak to the people. |
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