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First Citizen: You are all resolved rather to die than to famish? |
NORTHUMBERLAND: Nor I. |
CORIOLANUS: A name unmusical to the Volscians' ears, And harsh in sound to thine. |
Second Murderer: 'Zounds, he dies: I had forgot the reward. |
KATHARINA: In his tongue. |
WARWICK: True, Clifford; and that's Richard Duke of York. |
MONTAGUE: Yet, to have join'd with France in such alliance Would more have strengthen'd this our commonwealth 'Gainst foreign storms than any home-bred marriage. |
JULIET: What storm is this that blows so contrary? Is Romeo slaughter'd, and is Tybalt dead? My dear-loved cousin, and my dearer lord? Then, dreadful trumpet, sound the general doom! For who is living, if those two are gone? |
Third Lord: Tread not upon him. Masters all, be quiet; Put up your swords. |
CLIFFORD: In dreadful war mayst thou be overcome, Or live in peace abandon'd and despised! |
EDWARD: I wonder how our princely father 'scaped, Or whether he be 'scaped away or no From Clifford's and Northumberland's pursuit: Had he been ta'en, we should have heard the news; Had he been slain, we should have heard the news; Or had he 'scaped, methinks we should have heard The happy tidings of his good escape. How fares my brother? why is he so sad? |
GREGORY: Ay, while you live, draw your neck out o' the collar. |
Third Gentleman: Like an old tale still, which will have matter to rehearse, though credit be asleep and not an ear open. He was torn to pieces with a bear: this avouches the shepherd's son; who has not only his innocence, which seems much, to justify him, but a handkerchief and rings of his that Paulina knows. |
BIONDELLO: I go. |
JULIET: Love give me strength! and strength shall help afford. Farewell, dear father! |
KING RICHARD II: A king of beasts, indeed; if aught but beasts, I had been still a happy king of men. Good sometime queen, prepare thee hence for France: Think I am dead and that even here thou takest, As from my death-bed, thy last living leave. In winter's tedious nights sit by the fire With good old folks and let them tell thee tales Of woeful ages long ago betid; And ere thou bid good night, to quit their griefs, Tell thou the lamentable tale of me And send the hearers weeping to their beds: For why, the senseless brands will sympathize The heavy accent of thy moving tongue And in compassion weep the fire out; And some will mourn in ashes, some coal-black, For the deposing of a rightful king. |
JOHN OF GAUNT: Thy grief is but thy absence for a time. |
COMINIUS: Though I could wish You were conducted to a gentle bath And balms applied to, you, yet dare I never Deny your asking: take your choice of those That best can aid your action. |
ISABELLA: Nay, but it is not so. |
HENRY BOLINGBROKE: Harry of Hereford, Lancaster and Derby Am I; who ready here do stand in arms, To prove, by God's grace and my body's valour, In lists, on Thomas Mowbray, Duke of Norfolk, That he is a traitor, foul and dangerous, To God of heaven, King Richard and to me; And as I truly fight, defend me heaven! |
HASTINGS: And Hastings as he favours Edward's cause! |
DUCHESS OF YORK: Why, my young cousin, it is good to grow. |
Second Gentleman: What, pray you, became of Antigonus, that carried hence the child? |
YORK: Farewell, my gracious lord; I'll to my castle. |
KATHARINA: Patience, I pray you; 'twas a fault unwilling. |
DUCHESS OF YORK: A god on earth thou art. |
GRUMIO: A cold world, Curtis, in every office but thine; and therefore fire: do thy duty, and have thy duty; for my master and mistress are almost frozen to death. |
DUKE VINCENTIO: I do fear, too dreadful: Sith 'twas my fault to give the people scope, 'Twould be my tyranny to strike and gall them For what I bid them do: for we bid this be done, When evil deeds have their permissive pass And not the punishment. Therefore indeed, my father, I have on Angelo imposed the office; Who may, in the ambush of my name, strike home, And yet my nature never in the fight To do in slander. And to behold his sway, I will, as 'twere a brother of your order, Visit both prince and people: therefore, I prithee, Supply me with the habit and instruct me How I may formally in person bear me Like a true friar. More reasons for this action At our more leisure shall I render you; Only, this one: Lord Angelo is precise; Stands at a guard with envy; scarce confesses That his blood flows, or that his appetite Is more to bread than stone: hence shall we see, If power change purpose, what our seemers be. |
TRANIO: 'Tis some odd humour pricks him to this fashion; Yet oftentimes he goes but mean-apparell'd. |
TRANIO: What said the wench when he rose again? |
CLIFFORD: Had thy brethren here, their lives and thine Were not revenge sufficient for me; No, if I digg'd up thy forefathers' graves And hung their rotten coffins up in chains, It could not slake mine ire, nor ease my heart. The sight of any of the house of York Is as a fury to torment my soul; And till I root out their accursed line And leave not one alive, I live in hell. Therefore-- |
CAMILLO: I would not be a stander-by to hear My sovereign mistress clouded so, without My present vengeance taken: 'shrew my heart, You never spoke what did become you less Than this; which to reiterate were sin As deep as that, though true. |
CLAUDIO: As fast lock'd up in sleep as guiltless labour When it lies starkly in the traveller's bones: He will not wake. |
LADY ANNE: If I thought that, I tell thee, homicide, These nails should rend that beauty from my cheeks. |
BIANCA: Why, gentlemen, you do me double wrong, To strive for that which resteth in my choice: I am no breeching scholar in the schools; I'll not be tied to hours nor 'pointed times, But learn my lessons as I please myself. And, to cut off all strife, here sit we down: Take you your instrument, play you the whiles; His lecture will be done ere you have tuned. |
PERDITA: So long could I Stand by, a looker on. |
THOMAS MOWBRAY: Myself I throw, dread sovereign, at thy foot. My life thou shalt command, but not my shame: The one my duty owes; but my fair name, Despite of death that lives upon my grave, To dark dishonour's use thou shalt not have. I am disgraced, impeach'd and baffled here, Pierced to the soul with slander's venom'd spear, The which no balm can cure but his heart-blood Which breathed this poison. |
RICHARD: Sound drums and trumpets, and the king will fly. |
CAMILLO: Nay, prithee, dispatch: the gentleman is half flayed already. |
FLORIZEL: I have: but what of him? |
GLOUCESTER: Sirs, take up the corse. |
First Watchman: Here is a friar, and slaughter'd Romeo's man; With instruments upon them, fit to open These dead men's tombs. |
Pedant: He's within, sir, but not to be spoken withal. |
First Citizen: Should by the cormorant belly be restrain'd, Who is the sink o' the body,-- |
ROMEO: Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take. Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged. |
PETER: Anon! |
HASTINGS: Come, come, have with you. Wot you what, my lord? To-day the lords you talk of are beheaded. |
KING RICHARD III: Come, come, you mock me; this is not the way To win our daughter. |
ESCALUS: What news abroad i' the world? |
MARCIUS: O, they are at it! |
GLOUCESTER: |
FERDINAND: Where should this music be? i' the air or the earth? It sounds no more: and sure, it waits upon Some god o' the island. Sitting on a bank, Weeping again the king my father's wreck, This music crept by me upon the waters, Allaying both their fury and my passion With its sweet air: thence I have follow'd it, Or it hath drawn me rather. But 'tis gone. No, it begins again. Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes: Nothing of him that doth fade But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange. Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell Hark! now I hear them,--Ding-dong, bell. |
TRANIO: Sir, I shall not be slack: in sign whereof, Please ye we may contrive this afternoon, And quaff carouses to our mistress' health, And do as adversaries do in law, Strive mightily, but eat and drink as friends. |
CORIOLANUS: Bid them wash their faces And keep their teeth clean. So, here comes a brace. You know the cause, air, of my standing here. |
LUCIO: Assay the power you have. |
KING RICHARD II: Old John of Gaunt, time-honour'd Lancaster, Hast thou, according to thy oath and band, Brought hither Henry Hereford thy bold son, Here to make good the boisterous late appeal, Which then our leisure would not let us hear, Against the Duke of Norfolk, Thomas Mowbray? |
SAMPSON: Me they shall feel while I am able to stand: and 'tis known I am a pretty piece of flesh. |
MIRANDA: But that I do not. |
PROSPERO: Hear a little further And then I'll bring thee to the present business Which now's upon's; without the which this story Were most impertinent. |
BENVOLIO: What, art thou hurt? |
LADY CAPULET: So shall you feel the loss, but not the friend Which you weep for. |
LADY GREY: Herein your highness wrongs both them and me. But, mighty lord, this merry inclination Accords not with the sadness of my suit: Please you dismiss me either with 'ay' or 'no.' |
Lord Marshal: On pain of death, no person be so bold Or daring-hardy as to touch the lists, Except the marshal and such officers Appointed to direct these fair designs. |
NORTHUMBERLAND: Not so; even through the hollow eyes of death I spy life peering; but I dare not say How near the tidings of our comfort is. |
CAMILLO: My lord, your sorrow was too sore laid on, Which sixteen winters cannot blow away, So many summers dry; scarce any joy Did ever so long live; no sorrow But kill'd itself much sooner. |
Page: My lord? |
HERMIONE: You gods, look down And from your sacred vials pour your graces Upon my daughter's head! Tell me, mine own. Where hast thou been preserved? where lived? how found Thy father's court? for thou shalt hear that I, Knowing by Paulina that the oracle Gave hope thou wast in being, have preserved Myself to see the issue. |
KING HENRY VI: Peace, thou! and give King Henry leave to speak. |
DUKE VINCENTIO: This nor hurts him nor profits you a jot; Forbear it therefore; give your cause to heaven. Mark what I say, which you shall find By every syllable a faithful verity: The duke comes home to-morrow; nay, dry your eyes; One of our convent, and his confessor, Gives me this instance: already he hath carried Notice to Escalus and Angelo, Who do prepare to meet him at the gates, There to give up their power. If you can, pace your wisdom In that good path that I would wish it go, And you shall have your bosom on this wretch, Grace of the duke, revenges to your heart, And general honour. |
PETRUCHIO: Why, how now, Kate! I hope thou art not mad: This is a man, old, wrinkled, faded, wither'd, And not a maiden, as thou say'st he is. |
GLOUCESTER: Have done thy charm, thou hateful wither'd hag! |
KING LEWIS XI: Why stay we now? These soldiers shall be levied, And thou, Lord Bourbon, our high admiral, Shalt waft them over with our royal fleet. I long till Edward fall by war's mischance, For mocking marriage with a dame of France. |
OXFORD: I thought no less: it is his policy To haste thus fast, to find us unprovided. |
BRUTUS: Merely awry: when he did love his country, It honour'd him. |
PAULINA: Sir, my liege, Your eye hath too much youth in't: not a month 'Fore your queen died, she was more worth such gazes Than what you look on now. |
COMINIUS: If! He is their god: he leads them like a thing Made by some other deity than nature, That shapes man better; and they follow him, Against us brats, with no less confidence Than boys pursuing summer butterflies, Or butchers killing flies. |
First Murderer: I would speak with Clarence, and I came hither on my legs. |
JULIET: Give me, give me! O, tell not me of fear! |
PERDITA: I'll swear for 'em. |
SICINIUS: We will meet them, And help the joy. |
ISABELLA: O, were it but my life, I'ld throw it down for your deliverance As frankly as a pin. |
TRANIO: For what reason, I beseech you? |
HASTINGS: False-boding woman, end thy frantic curse, Lest to thy harm thou move our patience. |
KING RICHARD III: Ay, I thank God, my father, and yourself. |
SICINIUS: For that he has, As much as in him lies, from time to time Envied against the people, seeking means To pluck away their power, as now at last Given hostile strokes, and that not in the presence Of dreaded justice, but on the ministers That do distribute it; in the name o' the people And in the power of us the tribunes, we, Even from this instant, banish him our city, In peril of precipitation From off the rock Tarpeian never more To enter our Rome gates: i' the people's name, I say it shall be so. |
BIANCA: Why, I am past my gamut long ago. |
ALONSO: What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine eyes Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts: I find They are inclined to do so. |
CLEOMENES: All this we swear. |
BIONDELLO: Why, sir, he comes not. |
GEORGE: Our hap is loss, our hope but sad despair; Our ranks are broke, and ruin follows us: What counsel give you? whither shall we fly? |
DUKE OF YORK: It may be I will go with you: but yet I'll pause; For I am loath to break our country's laws. Nor friends nor foes, to me welcome you are: Things past redress are now with me past care. |
CATESBY: Bad news, my lord: Ely is fled to Richmond; And Buckingham, back'd with the hardy Welshmen, Is in the field, and still his power increaseth. |
Shepherd: What, art so near? If thou'lt see a thing to talk on when thou art dead and rotten, come hither. What ailest thou, man? |
ROMEO: Not having that, which, having, makes them short. |
ALONSO: Prithee, peace. |
AUTOLYCUS: I will prove so, sir, to my power. |
VINCENTIO: Thy father! O villain! he is a sailmaker in Bergamo. |
FERDINAND: Most sure, the goddess On whom these airs attend! Vouchsafe my prayer May know if you remain upon this island; And that you will some good instruction give How I may bear me here: my prime request, Which I do last pronounce, is, O you wonder! If you be maid or no? |
PETRUCHIO: Signior Hortensio, 'twixt such friends as we Few words suffice; and therefore, if thou know One rich enough to be Petruchio's wife, As wealth is burden of my wooing dance, Be she as foul as was Florentius' love, As old as Sibyl and as curst and shrewd As Socrates' Xanthippe, or a worse, She moves me not, or not removes, at least, Affection's edge in me, were she as rough As are the swelling Adriatic seas: I come to wive it wealthily in Padua; If wealthily, then happily in Padua. |
MARCIUS: Here: what's the matter? |
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