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RICHMOND: God and your arms be praised, victorious friends, The day is ours, the bloody dog is dead. |
PETRUCHIO: Be patient, gentlemen; I choose her for myself: If she and I be pleased, what's that to you? 'Tis bargain'd 'twixt us twain, being alone, That she shall still be curst in company. I tell you, 'tis incredible to believe How much she loves me: O, the kindest Kate! She hung about my neck; and kiss on kiss She vied so fast, protesting oath on oath, That in a twink she won me to her love. O, you are novices! 'tis a world to see, How tame, when men and women are alone, A meacock wretch can make the curstest shrew. Give me thy hand, Kate: I will unto Venice, To buy apparel 'gainst the wedding-day. Provide the feast, father, and bid the guests; I will be sure my Katharina shall be fine. |
BRUTUS: Or let us stand to our authority, Or let us lose it. We do here pronounce, Upon the part o' the people, in whose power We were elected theirs, Marcius is worthy Of present death. |
ROMEO: Nurse, commend me to thy lady and mistress. I protest unto thee-- |
Servant: O sir, I shall be hated to report it! The prince your son, with mere conceit and fear Of the queen's speed, is gone. |
BRUTUS: Ay, spare us not. Say we read lectures to you. How youngly he began to serve his country, How long continued, and what stock he springs of, The noble house o' the Marcians, from whence came That Ancus Marcius, Numa's daughter's son, Who, after great Hostilius, here was king; Of the same house Publius and Quintus were, That our beat water brought by conduits hither; And Twice being Was his great ancestor. |
Nurse: I'll lay fourteen of my teeth,-- And yet, to my teeth be it spoken, I have but four-- She is not fourteen. How long is it now To Lammas-tide? |
RICHARD: I'll prove the contrary, if you'll hear me speak. |
RICHARD: You are old enough now, and yet, methinks, you lose. Father, tear the crown from the usurper's head. |
FRANCISCO: Sir, he may live: I saw him beat the surges under him, And ride upon their backs; he trod the water, Whose enmity he flung aside, and breasted The surge most swoln that met him; his bold head 'Bove the contentious waves he kept, and oar'd Himself with his good arms in lusty stroke To the shore, that o'er his wave-worn basis bow'd, As stooping to relieve him: I not doubt He came alive to land. |
LEONTES: Force her hence. |
DORSET: I will not rise, unless your highness grant. |
PETRUCHIO: Will I live? |
ANGELO: Why do you put these sayings upon me? |
QUEEN MARGARET: Nay, stay; lets hear the orisons he makes. |
First Servant: Will't please your lordship drink a cup of sack? |
ROMEO: Nurse! |
Widow: Then never trust me, if I be afeard. |
ISABELLA: I am directed by you. |
KATHARINA: No, sir, God forbid; but ashamed to kiss. |
Master: Boatswain! |
ROMEO: 'Tis torture, and not mercy: heaven is here, Where Juliet lives; and every cat and dog And little mouse, every unworthy thing, Live here in heaven and may look on her; But Romeo may not: more validity, More honourable state, more courtship lives In carrion-flies than Romeo: they my seize On the white wonder of dear Juliet's hand And steal immortal blessing from her lips, Who even in pure and vestal modesty, Still blush, as thinking their own kisses sin; But Romeo may not; he is banished: Flies may do this, but I from this must fly: They are free men, but I am banished. And say'st thou yet that exile is not death? Hadst thou no poison mix'd, no sharp-ground knife, No sudden mean of death, though ne'er so mean, But 'banished' to kill me?--'banished'? O friar, the damned use that word in hell; Howlings attend it: how hast thou the heart, Being a divine, a ghostly confessor, A sin-absolver, and my friend profess'd, To mangle me with that word 'banished'? |
HORTENSIO: Tarry, Petruchio, I must go with thee, For in Baptista's keep my treasure is: He hath the jewel of my life in hold, His youngest daughter, beautiful Binaca, And her withholds from me and other more, Suitors to her and rivals in my love, Supposing it a thing impossible, For those defects I have before rehearsed, That ever Katharina will be woo'd; Therefore this order hath Baptista ta'en, That none shall have access unto Bianca Till Katharina the curst have got a husband. |
ESCALUS: Troth, and your bum is the greatest thing about you; so that in the beastliest sense you are Pompey the Great. Pompey, you are partly a bawd, Pompey, howsoever you colour it in being a tapster, are you not? come, tell me true: it shall be the better for you. |
AUTOLYCUS: |
RICHARD: Then, executioner, unsheathe thy sword: By him that made us all, I am resolved that Clifford's manhood lies upon his tongue. |
GLOUCESTER: Sweet saint, for charity, be not so curst. |
RICHARD: Then, Clifford, were thy heart as hard as steel, As thou hast shown it flinty by thy deeds, I come to pierce it, or to give thee mine. |
TRANIO: Ay, and he'll tame her. |
SICINIUS: Your Coriolanus Is not much miss'd, but with his friends: The commonwealth doth stand, and so would do, Were he more angry at it. |
CORIOLANUS: Shall I be charged no further than this present? Must all determine here? |
BUCKINGHAM: Who knows the lord protector's mind herein? Who is most inward with the royal duke? |
DUKE OF YORK: So shall my virtue be his vice's bawd; And he shall spend mine honour with his shame, As thriftless sons their scraping fathers' gold. Mine honour lives when his dishonour dies, Or my shamed life in his dishonour lies: Thou kill'st me in his life; giving him breath, The traitor lives, the true man's put to death. |
ISABELLA: Must he needs die? |
VOLUMNIA: If it be honour in your wars to seem The same you are not, which, for your best ends, You adopt your policy, how is it less or worse, That it shall hold companionship in peace With honour, as in war, since that to both It stands in like request? |
Second Keeper: Why linger we? let us lay hands upon him. |
VOLUMNIA: You are too absolute; Though therein you can never be too noble, But when extremities speak. I have heard you say, Honour and policy, like unsever'd friends, I' the war do grow together: grant that, and tell me, In peace what each of them by the other lose, That they combine not there. |
LUCIO: This may prove worse than hanging. |
GRUMIO: Ay, sir, they be ready: the oats have eaten the horses. |
MERCUTIO: But I'll be hanged, sir, if he wear your livery: Marry, go before to field, he'll be your follower; Your worship in that sense may call him 'man.' |
BUCKINGHAM: I do, my lord; but long I shall not stay I shall return before your lordship thence. |
SLY: Al'ce madam, or Joan madam? |
MISTRESS OVERDONE: But shall all our houses of resort in the suburbs be pulled down? |
TRANIO: What countryman, I pray? |
KATHARINA: A witty mother! witless else her son. |
LARTIUS: On safe-guard he came to me; and did curse Against the Volsces, for they had so vilely Yielded the town: he is retired to Antium. |
GLOUCESTER: Why, what should you fear? |
Officer: You here shall swear upon this sword of justice, That you, Cleomenes and Dion, have Been both at Delphos, and from thence have brought The seal'd-up oracle, by the hand deliver'd Of great Apollo's priest; and that, since then, You have not dared to break the holy seal Nor read the secrets in't. |
KING EDWARD IV: Thus far our fortune keeps an upward course, And we are graced with wreaths of victory. But, in the midst of this bright-shining day, I spy a black, suspicious, threatening cloud, That will encounter with our glorious sun, Ere he attain his easeful western bed: I mean, my lords, those powers that the queen Hath raised in Gallia have arrived our coast And, as we hear, march on to fight with us. |
AUTOLYCUS: Now, had I not the dash of my former life in me, would preferment drop on my head. I brought the old man and his son aboard the prince: told him I heard them talk of a fardel and I know not what: but he at that time, overfond of the shepherd's daughter, so he then took her to be, who began to be much sea-sick, and himself little better, extremity of weather continuing, this mystery remained undiscovered. But 'tis all one to me; for had I been the finder out of this secret, it would not have relished among my other discredits. Here come those I have done good to against my will, and already appearing in the blossoms of their fortune. |
PRINCE: A glooming peace this morning with it brings; The sun, for sorrow, will not show his head: Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things; Some shall be pardon'd, and some punished: For never was a story of more woe Than this of Juliet and her Romeo. |
FRIAR PETER: I know him for a man divine and holy; Not scurvy, nor a temporary meddler, As he's reported by this gentleman; And, on my trust, a man that never yet Did, as he vouches, misreport your grace. |
LADY CAPULET: Here comes your father; tell him so yourself, And see how he will take it at your hands. |
CAMILLO: O my lord! I would your spirit were easier for advice, Or stronger for your need. |
Tutor: And I, my lord, will bear him company. |
ISABELLA: So. |
Shepherd: Take hands, a bargain! And, friends unknown, you shall bear witness to 't: I give my daughter to him, and will make Her portion equal his. |
JULIET: Go ask his name: if he be married. My grave is like to be my wedding bed. |
BALTHASAR: As I did sleep under this yew-tree here, I dreamt my master and another fought, And that my master slew him. |
WARWICK: Trust me, my lord, all hitherto goes well; The common people by numbers swarm to us. But see where Somerset and Clarence come! Speak suddenly, my lords, are we all friends? |
POMPEY: Yonder man is carried to prison. |
JULIET: |
Scrivener: This is the indictment of the good Lord Hastings; Which in a set hand fairly is engross'd, That it may be this day read over in Paul's. And mark how well the sequel hangs together: Eleven hours I spent to write it over, For yesternight by Catesby was it brought me; The precedent was full as long a-doing: And yet within these five hours lived Lord Hastings, Untainted, unexamined, free, at liberty Here's a good world the while! Why who's so gross, That seeth not this palpable device? Yet who's so blind, but says he sees it not? Bad is the world; and all will come to nought, When such bad dealings must be seen in thought. |
QUEEN MARGARET: Urge neither charity nor shame to me: Uncharitably with me have you dealt, And shamefully by you my hopes are butcher'd. My charity is outrage, life my shame And in that shame still live my sorrow's rage. |
JOHN OF GAUNT: All places that the eye of heaven visits Are to a wise man ports and happy havens. Teach thy necessity to reason thus; There is no virtue like necessity. Think not the king did banish thee, But thou the king. Woe doth the heavier sit, Where it perceives it is but faintly borne. Go, say I sent thee forth to purchase honour And not the king exiled thee; or suppose Devouring pestilence hangs in our air And thou art flying to a fresher clime: Look, what thy soul holds dear, imagine it To lie that way thou go'st, not whence thou comest: Suppose the singing birds musicians, The grass whereon thou tread'st the presence strew'd, The flowers fair ladies, and thy steps no more Than a delightful measure or a dance; For gnarling sorrow hath less power to bite The man that mocks at it and sets it light. |
Lord Marshal: Harry of Hereford, Lancaster and Derby, Receive thy lance; and God defend the right! |
Son: Ill blows the wind that profits nobody. This man, whom hand to hand I slew in fight, May be possessed with some store of crowns; And I, that haply take them from him now, May yet ere night yield both my life and them To some man else, as this dead man doth me. Who's this? O God! it is my father's face, Whom in this conflict I unwares have kill'd. O heavy times, begetting such events! From London by the king was I press'd forth; My father, being the Earl of Warwick's man, Came on the part of York, press'd by his master; And I, who at his hands received my life, him Have by my hands of life bereaved him. Pardon me, God, I knew not what I did! And pardon, father, for I knew not thee! My tears shall wipe away these bloody marks; And no more words till they have flow'd their fill. |
OXFORD: Oxford, Oxford, for Lancaster! |
KING HENRY VI: And shall I stand, and thou sit in my throne? |
QUEEN ELIZABETH: Windy attorneys to their client woes, Airy succeeders of intestate joys, Poor breathing orators of miseries! Let them have scope: though what they do impart Help not all, yet do they ease the heart. |
VOLUMNIA: Let her alone, lady: as she is now, she will but disease our better mirth. |
CLARENCE: O, do not slander him, for he is kind. |
RUTLAND: O, let me pray before I take my death! To thee I pray; sweet Clifford, pity me! |
HORTENSIO: That's my office. |
HASTINGS: Ere a fortnight make me elder, I'll send some packing that yet think not on it. |
KING HENRY VI: I prithee, give no limits to my tongue: I am a king, and privileged to speak. |
BRUTUS: What's the matter? |
Post: He, more incensed against your majesty Than all the rest, discharged me with these words: 'Tell him from me that he hath done me wrong, And therefore I'll uncrown him ere't be long.' |
First Senator: You are a Roman, are you? |
CURTIS: I call them forth to credit her. |
COMINIUS: You shall not be The grave of your deserving; Rome must know The value of her own: 'twere a concealment Worse than a theft, no less than a traducement, To hide your doings; and to silence that, Which, to the spire and top of praises vouch'd, Would seem but modest: therefore, I beseech you In sign of what you are, not to reward What you have done--before our army hear me. |
VIRGILIA: A crack, madam. |
ARIEL: Past the mid season. |
LEONTES: I will seem friendly, as thou hast advised me. |
ISABELLA: Why, As all comforts are; most good, most good indeed. Lord Angelo, having affairs to heaven, Intends you for his swift ambassador, Where you shall be an everlasting leiger: Therefore your best appointment make with speed; To-morrow you set on. |
GREY: Now Margaret's curse is fall'n upon our heads, For standing by when Richard stabb'd her son. |
MENENIUS: You worthy tribunes,-- |
CLIFFORD: My gracious liege, this too much lenity And harmful pity must be laid aside. To whom do lions cast their gentle looks? Not to the beast that would usurp their den. Whose hand is that the forest bear doth lick? Not his that spoils her young before her face. Who 'scapes the lurking serpent's mortal sting? Not he that sets his foot upon her back. The smallest worm will turn being trodden on, And doves will peck in safeguard of their brood. Ambitious York doth level at thy crown, Thou smiling while he knit his angry brows: He, but a duke, would have his son a king, And raise his issue, like a loving sire; Thou, being a king, blest with a goodly son, Didst yield consent to disinherit him, Which argued thee a most unloving father. Unreasonable creatures feed their young; And though man's face be fearful to their eyes, Yet, in protection of their tender ones, Who hath not seen them, even with those wings Which sometime they have used with fearful flight, Make war with him that climb'd unto their nest, Offer their own lives in their young's defence? For shame, my liege, make them your precedent! Were it not pity that this goodly boy Should lose his birthright by his father's fault, And long hereafter say unto his child, 'What my great-grandfather and his grandsire got My careless father fondly gave away'? Ah, what a shame were this! Look on the boy; And let his manly face, which promiseth Successful fortune, steel thy melting heart To hold thine own and leave thine own with him. |
DUCHESS OF YORK: Sweet York, be patient. Hear me, gentle liege. |
GREMIO: No; if without more words you will get you hence. |
CARDINAL: My lord, you shall o'er-rule my mind for once. Come on, Lord Hastings, will you go with me? |
CALIBAN: As wicked dew as e'er my mother brush'd With raven's feather from unwholesome fen Drop on you both! a south-west blow on ye And blister you all o'er! |
COMINIUS: Flower of warriors, How is it with Titus Lartius? |
BRUTUS: AEdiles, seize him! |
JULIET: If they do see thee, they will murder thee. |
MARIANA: Neither, my lord. |
SURREY: My heart is ten times lighter than my looks. |
GLOUCESTER: If I thou protector of this damned strumpet-- Tellest thou me of 'ifs'? Thou art a traitor: Off with his head! Now, by Saint Paul I swear, I will not dine until I see the same. Lovel and Ratcliff, look that it be done: The rest, that love me, rise and follow me. |
MENENIUS: Not now, not now. |
Third Watchman: But say, I pray, what nobleman is that That with the king here resteth in his tent? |
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