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PROSPERO: Thou hast. Where was she born? speak; tell me. |
HORTENSIO: And so it is: I wonder what it bodes. |
BAPTISTA: Who comes with him? |
GONZALO: Good, yet remember whom thou hast aboard. |
BUCKINGHAM: Withdraw you hence, my lord, I'll follow you. |
Both Citizens: The gods give you joy, sir, heartily! |
DUKE OF YORK: Vex not yourself, nor strive not with your breath; For all in vain comes counsel to his ear. |
MERCUTIO: A challenge, on my life. |
CURTIS: How? |
LORD ROSS: No good at all that I can do for him; Unless you call it good to pity him, Bereft and gelded of his patrimony. |
SEBASTIAN: No; he doth but mistake the truth totally. |
DUCHESS OF YORK: Alack, poor Richard! where rode he the whilst? |
OXFORD: I like it well that our fair queen and mistress Smiles at her news, while Warwick frowns at his. |
PETRUCHIO: Twenty crowns! I'll venture so much of my hawk or hound, But twenty times so much upon my wife. |
KING EDWARD IV: We are advertised by our loving friends That they do hold their course toward Tewksbury: We, having now the best at Barnet field, Will thither straight, for willingness rids way; And, as we march, our strength will be augmented In every county as we go along. Strike up the drum; cry 'Courage!' and away. 3 KING HENRY VI |
VAUGHAN: You live that shall cry woe for this after. |
Volsce: A most royal one; the centurions and their charges, distinctly billeted, already in the entertainment, and to be on foot at an hour's warning. |
ANTONIO: The latter end of his commonwealth forgets the beginning. |
DUKE VINCENTIO: Look where he comes. |
Nurse: The son and heir of old Tiberio. |
LARTIUS: Worthy sir, thou bleed'st; Thy exercise hath been too violent for A second course of fight. |
HENRY PERCY: No, my good Lord; he hath forsook the court, Broken his staff of office and dispersed The household of the king. |
CORIOLANUS: Why then should I be consul? By yond clouds, Let me deserve so ill as you, and make me Your fellow tribune. |
CALIBAN: |
QUEEN ELIZABETH: As little joy, my lord, as you suppose You should enjoy, were you this country's king, As little joy may you suppose in me. That I enjoy, being the queen thereof. |
Second Senator: Noble Aufidius, Take your commission; hie you to your bands: Let us alone to guard Corioli: If they set down before 's, for the remove Bring your army; but, I think, you'll find They've not prepared for us. |
DUCHESS OF YORK: Peace, children, peace! the king doth love you well: Incapable and shallow innocents, You cannot guess who caused your father's death. |
GREMIO: Yes, I know thee to be Signior Lucentio. |
BIONDELLO: He that has the two fair daughters: is't he you mean? |
GLOUCESTER: Go, Lovel, with all speed to Doctor Shaw; Go thou to Friar Penker; bid them both Meet me within this hour at Baynard's Castle. Now will I in, to take some privy order, To draw the brats of Clarence out of sight; And to give notice, that no manner of person At any time have recourse unto the princes. |
CAMILLO: Ay, my good lord. |
GRUMIO: Welcome, you;--how now, you;-- what, you;--fellow, you;--and thus much for greeting. Now, my spruce companions, is all ready, and all things neat? |
HASTINGS: I'll have this crown of mine cut from my shoulders Ere I will see the crown so foul misplaced. But canst thou guess that he doth aim at it? |
POMPEY: I'll be supposed upon a book, his face is the worst thing about him. Good, then; if his face be the worst thing about him, how could Master Froth do the constable's wife any harm? I would know that of your honour. |
BRUTUS: Then our office may, During his power, go sleep. |
SICINIUS: Fare you well. He has it now, and by his looks methink 'Tis warm at 's heart. |
OXFORD: Here pitch our battle; hence we will not budge. |
ROMEO: In bed asleep, while they do dream things true. |
BENVOLIO: A right fair mark, fair coz, is soonest hit. |
MENENIUS: Is this the promise that you made your mother? |
GONZALO: But the rarity of it is,--which is indeed almost beyond credit,-- |
MARCIUS: I do beseech you, By all the battles wherein we have fought, By the blood we have shed together, by the vows We have made to endure friends, that you directly Set me against Aufidius and his Antiates; And that you not delay the present, but, Filling the air with swords advanced and darts, We prove this very hour. |
GREMIO: Why will you mew her up, Signior Baptista, for this fiend of hell, And make her bear the penance of her tongue? |
MISTRESS OVERDONE: I am too sure of it: and it is for getting Madam Julietta with child. |
ANGELO: Charges she more than me? |
PETRUCHIO: Why, this was moulded on a porringer; A velvet dish: fie, fie! 'tis lewd and filthy: Why, 'tis a cockle or a walnut-shell, A knack, a toy, a trick, a baby's cap: Away with it! come, let me have a bigger. |
LUCIO: Is she your cousin? |
WARWICK: If thou deny, their blood upon thy head; For York in justice puts his armour on. |
WARWICK: How now, fair lords! What fare? what news abroad? |
MENENIUS: Note me this, good friend; Your most grave belly was deliberate, Not rash like his accusers, and thus answer'd: 'True is it, my incorporate friends,' quoth he, 'That I receive the general food at first, Which you do live upon; and fit it is, Because I am the store-house and the shop Of the whole body: but, if you do remember, I send it through the rivers of your blood, Even to the court, the heart, to the seat o' the brain; And, through the cranks and offices of man, The strongest nerves and small inferior veins From me receive that natural competency Whereby they live: and though that all at once, You, my good friends,'--this says the belly, mark me,-- |
KING EDWARD IV: He's sudden, if a thing comes in his head. Now march we hence: discharge the common sort With pay and thanks, and let's away to London And see our gentle queen how well she fares: By this, I hope, she hath a son for me. 3 KING HENRY VI |
KING LEWIS XI: But, Warwick, Thou and Oxford, with five thousand men, Shall cross the seas, and bid false Edward battle; And, as occasion serves, this noble queen And prince shall follow with a fresh supply. Yet, ere thou go, but answer me one doubt, What pledge have we of thy firm loyalty? |
PETRUCHIO: Marry, so I mean, sweet Katharina, in thy bed: And therefore, setting all this chat aside, Thus in plain terms: your father hath consented That you shall be my wife; your dowry 'greed on; And, Will you, nill you, I will marry you. Now, Kate, I am a husband for your turn; For, by this light, whereby I see thy beauty, Thy beauty, that doth make me like thee well, Thou must be married to no man but me; For I am he am born to tame you Kate, And bring you from a wild Kate to a Kate Conformable as other household Kates. Here comes your father: never make denial; I must and will have Katharina to my wife. |
QUEEN: Of sorrow or of joy? |
POMPEY: I am as well acquainted here as I was in our house of profession: one would think it were Mistress Overdone's own house, for here be many of her old customers. First, here's young Master Rash; he's in for a commodity of brown paper and old ginger, ninescore and seventeen pounds; of which he made five marks, ready money: marry, then ginger was not much in request, for the old women were all dead. Then is there here one Master Caper, at the suit of Master Three-pile the mercer, for some four suits of peach-coloured satin, which now peaches him a beggar. Then have we here young Dizy, and young Master Deep-vow, and Master Copperspur, and Master Starve-lackey the rapier and dagger man, and young Drop-heir that killed lusty Pudding, and Master Forthlight the tilter, and brave Master Shooty the great traveller, and wild Half-can that stabbed Pots, and, I think, forty more; all great doers in our trade, and are now 'for the Lord's sake.' |
QUEEN ELIZABETH: O thou well skill'd in curses, stay awhile, And teach me how to curse mine enemies! |
MONTAGUE: And, brother, here's the Earl of Wiltshire's blood, Whom I encounter'd as the battles join'd. |
KING RICHARD II: Mine ear is open and my heart prepared; The worst is worldly loss thou canst unfold. Say, is my kingdom lost? why, 'twas my care And what loss is it to be rid of care? Strives Bolingbroke to be as great as we? Greater he shall not be; if he serve God, We'll serve Him too and be his fellow so: Revolt our subjects? that we cannot mend; They break their faith to God as well as us: Cry woe, destruction, ruin and decay: The worst is death, and death will have his day. |
First Huntsman: Believe me, lord, I think he cannot choose. |
Girl: Why do you look on us, and shake your head, And call us wretches, orphans, castaways If that our noble father be alive? |
PROSPERO: Well demanded, wench: My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst not, So dear the love my people bore me, nor set A mark so bloody on the business, but With colours fairer painted their foul ends. In few, they hurried us aboard a bark, Bore us some leagues to sea; where they prepared A rotten carcass of a boat, not rigg'd, Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats Instinctively had quit it: there they hoist us, To cry to the sea that roar'd to us, to sigh To the winds whose pity, sighing back again, Did us but loving wrong. |
Second Servant: O, this is it that makes your servants droop! |
MARCIUS: Go, get you home, you fragments! |
All The People: 'Tear him to pieces.' 'Do it presently.' 'He kill'd my son.' 'My daughter.' 'He killed my cousin Marcus.' 'He killed my father.' |
BIANCA: Tranio, you jest: but have you both forsworn me? |
Citizens: No, no; no man saw 'em. |
SICINIUS: Sir, the people Must have their voices; neither will they bate One jot of ceremony. |
QUEEN ELIZABETH: But she, your subject, loathes such sovereignty. |
ROMEO: So thrive my soul-- |
DUKE VINCENTIO: A widow, then? |
MENENIUS: Be gone; Put not your worthy rage into your tongue; One time will owe another. |
KING RICHARD II: Then I must not say no. |
KING RICHARD III: O Ratcliff, I have dream'd a fearful dream! What thinkest thou, will our friends prove all true? |
KING RICHARD III: Madam, so thrive I in my enterprise And dangerous success of bloody wars, As I intend more good to you and yours, Than ever you or yours were by me wrong'd! |
ROMEO: I pray thee, chide not; she whom I love now Doth grace for grace and love for love allow; The other did not so. |
GREMIO: Two thousand ducats by the year of land! My land amounts not to so much in all: That she shall have; besides an argosy That now is lying in Marseilles' road. What, have I choked you with an argosy? |
GLOUCESTER: By such despair, I should accuse myself. |
PROSPERO: Before the time be out? no more! |
SICINIUS: Therefore lay hold of him; Bear him to the rock Tarpeian, and from thence Into destruction cast him. |
PETRUCHIO: Then show it me. |
PAULINA: I pray now, call her. Withdraw yourselves. |
PROSPERO: Dull thing, I say so; he, that Caliban Whom now I keep in service. Thou best know'st What torment I did find thee in; thy groans Did make wolves howl and penetrate the breasts Of ever angry bears: it was a torment To lay upon the damn'd, which Sycorax Could not again undo: it was mine art, When I arrived and heard thee, that made gape The pine and let thee out. |
VINCENTIO: Carry me to the gaol! |
KING LEWIS XI: Then, England's messenger, return in post, And tell false Edward, thy supposed king, That Lewis of France is sending over masquers To revel it with him and his new bride: Thou seest what's past, go fear thy king withal. |
GRUMIO: Why, therefore fire; for I have caught extreme cold. Where's the cook? is supper ready, the house trimmed, rushes strewed, cobwebs swept; the serving-men in their new fustian, their white stockings, and every officer his wedding-garment on? Be the jacks fair within, the jills fair without, the carpets laid, and every thing in order? |
AUFIDIUS: Therefore, most absolute sir, if thou wilt have The leading of thine own revenges, take The one half of my commission; and set down-- As best thou art experienced, since thou know'st Thy country's strength and weakness,--thine own ways; Whether to knock against the gates of Rome, Or rudely visit them in parts remote, To fright them, ere destroy. But come in: Let me commend thee first to those that shall Say yea to thy desires. A thousand welcomes! And more a friend than e'er an enemy; Yet, Marcius, that was much. Your hand: most welcome! |
DUKE OF AUMERLE: Excepting one, I would he were the best In all this presence that hath moved me so. |
BIANCA: If you affect him, sister, here I swear I'll plead for you myself, but you shall have him. |
Widow: Thus I conceive by him. |
PETER: I. |
KING RICHARD II: I had forgot myself; am I not king? Awake, thou coward majesty! thou sleepest. Is not the king's name twenty thousand names? Arm, arm, my name! a puny subject strikes At thy great glory. Look not to the ground, Ye favourites of a king: are we not high? High be our thoughts: I know my uncle York Hath power enough to serve our turn. But who comes here? |
POMPEY: Sir, your honour cannot come to that yet. |
MARIANA: I am always bound to you. |
ROMEO: A right good mark-man! And she's fair I love. |
GREMIO: Let me entreat you. |
BUCKINGHAM: Whenever Buckingham doth turn his hate On you or yours, but with all duteous love Doth cherish you and yours, God punish me With hate in those where I expect most love! When I have most need to employ a friend, And most assured that he is a friend Deep, hollow, treacherous, and full of guile, Be he unto me! this do I beg of God, When I am cold in zeal to yours. |
KATHARINA: I care not. |
BUCKINGHAM: I fear he will. How now, Catesby, what says your lord? |
First Lord: What fit is this, good lady? |
HASTINGS: I'll wait upon your lordship. |
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