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PETRUCHIO: Ay, to the proof; as mountains are for winds, That shake not, though they blow perpetually. |
PARIS: O, I am slain! If thou be merciful, Open the tomb, lay me with Juliet. |
LUCIO: Judge. |
LEONTES: Would he do so, I'ld beg your precious mistress, Which he counts but a trifle. |
POLIXENES: Mark your divorce, young sir, Whom son I dare not call; thou art too base To be acknowledged: thou a sceptre's heir, That thus affect'st a sheep-hook! Thou old traitor, I am sorry that by hanging thee I can But shorten thy life one week. And thou, fresh piece Of excellent witchcraft, who of force must know The royal fool thou copest with,-- |
First Lord: This your request Is altogether just: therefore bring forth, And in Apollos name, his oracle. |
QUEEN: What sport shall we devise here in this garden, To drive away the heavy thought of care? |
DUKE VINCENTIO: |
ADRIAN: Yet,-- |
MENENIUS: You know neither me, yourselves nor any thing. You are ambitious for poor knaves' caps and legs: you wear out a good wholesome forenoon in hearing a cause between an orange wife and a fosset-seller; and then rejourn the controversy of three pence to a second day of audience. When you are hearing a matter between party and party, if you chance to be pinched with the colic, you make faces like mummers; set up the bloody flag against all patience; and, in roaring for a chamber-pot, dismiss the controversy bleeding the more entangled by your hearing: all the peace you make in their cause is, calling both the parties knaves. You are a pair of strange ones. |
KING RICHARD III: Here pitch our tents, even here in Bosworth field. My Lord of Surrey, why look you so sad? |
RICHARD: Let me be Duke of Clarence, George of Gloucester; For Gloucester's dukedom is too ominous. |
DUKE OF AUMERLE: Thou darest not, coward, live to see that day. |
QUEEN: Then whither he goes, thither let me go. |
CATESBY: I'll tell him what you say, my lord. |
LUCENTIO: Here, madam: 'Hic ibat Simois; hic est Sigeia tellus; Hic steterat Priami regia celsa senis.' |
POLIXENES: Fairly offer'd. |
LORD ROSS: My heart is great; but it must break with silence, Ere't be disburden'd with a liberal tongue. |
Gentleman: One that gives out himself Prince Florizel, Son of Polixenes, with his princess, she The fairest I have yet beheld, desires access To your high presence. |
Nurse: His name is Romeo, and a Montague; The only son of your great enemy. |
KING LEWIS XI: Now Warwick, tell me, even upon thy conscience, Is Edward your true king? for I were loath To link with him that were not lawful chosen. |
MENENIUS: Sham it be put to that? |
LUCIO: Why, how now, Claudio! whence comes this restraint? |
Provost: Here in the prison, father, There died this morning of a cruel fever One Ragozine, a most notorious pirate, A man of Claudio's years; his beard and head Just of his colour. What if we do omit This reprobate till he were well inclined; And satisfy the deputy with the visage Of Ragozine, more like to Claudio? |
RUTLAND: Ah, whither shall I fly to 'scape their hands? Ah, tutor, look where bloody Clifford comes! |
HORTENSIO: I do assure thee, father, so it is. |
ROMEO: Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up. |
FLORIZEL: Good my lord, She came from Libya. |
LUCENTIO: Tranio, let's go: one thing more rests, that thyself execute, to make one among these wooers: if thou ask me why, sufficeth, my reasons are both good and weighty. |
VIRGILIA: The gods grant them true! |
HENRY BOLINGBROKE: I shall not need transport my words by you; Here comes his grace in person. My noble uncle! |
Lord: Hence comes it that your kindred shuns your house, As beaten hence by your strange lunacy. O noble lord, bethink thee of thy birth, Call home thy ancient thoughts from banishment And banish hence these abject lowly dreams. Look how thy servants do attend on thee, Each in his office ready at thy beck. Wilt thou have music? hark! Apollo plays, And twenty caged nightingales do sing: Or wilt thou sleep? we'll have thee to a couch Softer and sweeter than the lustful bed On purpose trimm'd up for Semiramis. Say thou wilt walk; we will bestrew the ground: Or wilt thou ride? thy horses shall be trapp'd, Their harness studded all with gold and pearl. Dost thou love hawking? thou hast hawks will soar Above the morning lark or wilt thou hunt? Thy hounds shall make the welkin answer them And fetch shrill echoes from the hollow earth. |
ANGELO: Happy return be to your royal grace! |
ISABELLA: In such a one as, you consenting to't, Would bark your honour from that trunk you bear, And leave you naked. |
ISABELLA: And shamed life a hateful. |
KING EDWARD IV: Tush, man, abodements must not now affright us: By fair or foul means we must enter in, For hither will our friends repair to us. |
DUKE VINCENTIO: Bound by my charity and my blest order, I come to visit the afflicted spirits Here in the prison. Do me the common right To let me see them and to make me know The nature of their crimes, that I may minister To them accordingly. |
PAULINA: You need not fear it, sir: This child was prisoner to the womb and is By law and process of great nature thence Freed and enfranchised, not a party to The anger of the king nor guilty of, If any be, the trespass of the queen. |
MIRANDA: Certainly, sir, I can. |
FRIAR LAURENCE: That's a certain text. |
MONTAGUE: But the safer when 'tis back'd with France. |
ISABELLA: And is this all? Then, O you blessed ministers above, Keep me in patience, and with ripen'd time Unfold the evil which is here wrapt up In countenance! Heaven shield your grace from woe, As I, thus wrong'd, hence unbelieved go! |
OXFORD: And thus I seal my truth, and bid adieu. |
First Citizen: The price is to ask it kindly. |
DUKE OF AUMERLE: Who sets me else? by heaven, I'll throw at all: I have a thousand spirits in one breast, To answer twenty thousand such as you. |
ARCHIDAMUS: If you shall chance, Camillo, to visit Bohemia, on the like occasion whereon my services are now on foot, you shall see, as I have said, great difference betwixt our Bohemia and your Sicilia. |
PROSPERO: |
Second Citizen: Nay, but speak not maliciously. |
LADY CAPULET: Well, girl, thou weep'st not so much for his death, As that the villain lives which slaughter'd him. |
GLOUCESTER: 'Tis done by me, and ends in 'Margaret.' |
EDWARD: Lord Warwick, on thy shoulder will I lean; And when thou fail'st--as God forbid the hour!-- Must Edward fall, which peril heaven forfend! |
TRANIO: Then go with me to make the matter good. This, by the way, I let you understand; my father is here look'd for every day, To pass assurance of a dower in marriage 'Twixt me and one Baptista's daughter here: In all these circumstances I'll instruct you: Go with me to clothe you as becomes you. |
KING RICHARD III: 'Zounds! who is there? |
LUCIO: This is the point. The duke is very strangely gone from hence; Bore many gentlemen, myself being one, In hand and hope of action: but we do learn By those that know the very nerves of state, His givings-out were of an infinite distance From his true-meant design. Upon his place, And with full line of his authority, Governs Lord Angelo; a man whose blood Is very snow-broth; one who never feels The wanton stings and motions of the sense, But doth rebate and blunt his natural edge With profits of the mind, study and fast. He--to give fear to use and liberty, Which have for long run by the hideous law, As mice by lions--hath pick'd out an act, Under whose heavy sense your brother's life Falls into forfeit: he arrests him on it; And follows close the rigour of the statute, To make him an example. All hope is gone, Unless you have the grace by your fair prayer To soften Angelo: and that's my pith of business 'Twixt you and your poor brother. |
KING RICHARD III: Then in plain terms tell her my loving tale. |
CATESBY: My liege, the Duke of Buckingham is taken; That is the best news: that the Earl of Richmond Is with a mighty power landed at Milford, Is colder tidings, yet they must be told. |
ROMEO: I stretch it out for that word 'broad;' which added to the goose, proves thee far and wide a broad goose. |
YORK: This oath I willingly take and will perform. |
MAMILLIUS: I learnt it out of women's faces. Pray now What colour are your eyebrows? |
KATHARINA: I chafe you, if I tarry: let me go. |
First Soldier: He's the devil. |
LUCIO: Do not believe it. Fewness and truth, 'tis thus: Your brother and his lover have embraced: As those that feed grow full, as blossoming time That from the seedness the bare fallow brings To teeming foison, even so her plenteous womb Expresseth his full tilth and husbandry. |
QUEEN MARGARET: Ay, thou wast born to be a plague to men. |
MARCIUS: Yonder comes news. A wager they have met. |
CORIOLANUS: Whoever gave that counsel, to give forth The corn o' the storehouse gratis, as 'twas used Sometime in Greece,-- |
ISABELLA: To whom should I complain? Did I tell this, Who would believe me? O perilous mouths, That bear in them one and the self-same tongue, Either of condemnation or approof; Bidding the law make court'sy to their will: Hooking both right and wrong to the appetite, To follow as it draws! I'll to my brother: Though he hath fallen by prompture of the blood, Yet hath he in him such a mind of honour. That, had he twenty heads to tender down On twenty bloody blocks, he'ld yield them up, Before his sister should her body stoop To such abhorr'd pollution. Then, Isabel, live chaste, and, brother, die: More than our brother is our chastity. I'll tell him yet of Angelo's request, And fit his mind to death, for his soul's rest. |
CAPULET: Why, I am glad on't; this is well: stand up: This is as't should be. Let me see the county; Ay, marry, go, I say, and fetch him hither. Now, afore God! this reverend holy friar, Our whole city is much bound to him. |
KING RICHARD II: They shall be satisfied: I'll read enough, When I do see the very book indeed Where all my sins are writ, and that's myself. Give me the glass, and therein will I read. No deeper wrinkles yet? hath sorrow struck So many blows upon this face of mine, And made no deeper wounds? O flattering glass, Like to my followers in prosperity, Thou dost beguile me! Was this face the face That every day under his household roof Did keep ten thousand men? was this the face That, like the sun, did make beholders wink? Was this the face that faced so many follies, And was at last out-faced by Bolingbroke? A brittle glory shineth in this face: As brittle as the glory is the face; For there it is, crack'd in a hundred shivers. Mark, silent king, the moral of this sport, How soon my sorrow hath destroy'd my face. |
Third Gentleman: Most true, if ever truth were pregnant by circumstance: that which you hear you'll swear you see, there is such unity in the proofs. The mantle of Queen Hermione's, her jewel about the neck of it, the letters of Antigonus found with it which they know to be his character, the majesty of the creature in resemblance of the mother, the affection of nobleness which nature shows above her breeding, and many other evidences proclaim her with all certainty to be the king's daughter. Did you see the meeting of the two kings? |
VOLUMNIA: Because that now it lies you on to speak To the people; not by your own instruction, Nor by the matter which your heart prompts you, But with such words that are but rooted in Your tongue, though but bastards and syllables Of no allowance to your bosom's truth. Now, this no more dishonours you at all Than to take in a town with gentle words, Which else would put you to your fortune and The hazard of much blood. I would dissemble with my nature where My fortunes and my friends at stake required I should do so in honour: I am in this, Your wife, your son, these senators, the nobles; And you will rather show our general louts How you can frown than spend a fawn upon 'em, For the inheritance of their loves and safeguard Of what that want might ruin. |
VIRGILIA: No, good madam, pardon me; indeed, I will not forth. |
PAGE: This is the place; there, where the torch doth burn. |
SICINIUS: Mark you this, people? |
ANGELO: I show it most of all when I show justice; For then I pity those I do not know, Which a dismiss'd offence would after gall; And do him right that, answering one foul wrong, Lives not to act another. Be satisfied; Your brother dies to-morrow; be content. |
ANGELO: Always obedient to your grace's will, I come to know your pleasure. |
JULIET: Yea, noise? then I'll be brief. O happy dagger! This is thy sheath; there rust, and let me die. |
HENRY BOLINGBROKE: Of much less value is my company Than your good words. But who comes here? |
HENRY BOLINGBROKE: Carlisle, this is your doom: Choose out some secret place, some reverend room, More than thou hast, and with it joy thy life; So as thou livest in peace, die free from strife: For though mine enemy thou hast ever been, High sparks of honour in thee have I seen. |
MERCUTIO: Nay, I'll conjure too. Romeo! humours! madman! passion! lover! Appear thou in the likeness of a sigh: Speak but one rhyme, and I am satisfied; Cry but 'Ay me!' pronounce but 'love' and 'dove;' Speak to my gossip Venus one fair word, One nick-name for her purblind son and heir, Young Adam Cupid, he that shot so trim, When King Cophetua loved the beggar-maid! He heareth not, he stirreth not, he moveth not; The ape is dead, and I must conjure him. I conjure thee by Rosaline's bright eyes, By her high forehead and her scarlet lip, By her fine foot, straight leg and quivering thigh And the demesnes that there adjacent lie, That in thy likeness thou appear to us! |
ANTONIO: And most chirurgeonly. |
AUTOLYCUS: |
Messenger: Ah, one that was a woful looker-on When as the noble Duke of York was slain, Your princely father and my loving lord! |
LORD STANLEY: Full of wise care is this your counsel, madam. Take all the swift advantage of the hours; You shall have letters from me to my son To meet you on the way, and welcome you. Be not ta'en tardy by unwise delay. |
GLOUCESTER: My lord, the mayor of London comes to greet you. |
HORTENSIO: I say, a husband. |
ROMEO: Farewell, farewell! one kiss, and I'll descend. |
MAMILLIUS: No, I'll none of you. |
KING EDWARD IV: No more than when my daughters call thee mother. Thou art a widow, and thou hast some children; And, by God's mother, I, being but a bachelor, Have other some: why, 'tis a happy thing To be the father unto many sons. Answer no more, for thou shalt be my queen. |
KING RICHARD II: Cousin, farewell; and, uncle, bid him so: Six years we banish him, and he shall go. |
WARWICK: And Warwick shall disprove it. You forget That we are those which chased you from the field And slew your fathers, and with colours spread March'd through the city to the palace gates. |
HORTENSIO: She will not. |
POMPEY: All houses in the suburbs of Vienna must be plucked down. |
AUFIDIUS: I am attended at the cypress grove: I pray you-- 'Tis south the city mills--bring me word thither How the world goes, that to the pace of it I may spur on my journey. |
HENRY BOLINGBROKE: Lord marshal, let me kiss my sovereign's hand, And bow my knee before his majesty: For Mowbray and myself are like two men That vow a long and weary pilgrimage; Then let us take a ceremonious leave And loving farewell of our several friends. |
All Conspirators: Let him die for't. |
PAULINA: There's time enough for that; Lest they desire upon this push to trouble Your joys with like relation. Go together, You precious winners all; your exultation Partake to every one. I, an old turtle, Will wing me to some wither'd bough and there My mate, that's never to be found again, Lament till I am lost. |
KING RICHARD II: What doth our cousin lay to Mowbray's charge? It must be great that can inherit us So much as of a thought of ill in him. |
GRUMIO: I confess the cape. |
SEBASTIAN: As many vouched rarities are. |
BAPTISTA: Well mayst thou woo, and happy be thy speed! But be thou arm'd for some unhappy words. |
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