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BRUTUS
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How! I inform them!
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LEONTES
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Why, what need we Commune with you of this, but rather follow Our forceful instigation? Our prerogative Calls not your counsels, but our natural goodness Imparts this; which if you, or stupefied Or seeming so in skill, cannot or will not Relish a truth like us, inform yourselves We need no more of your advice: the matter, The loss, the gain, the ordering on't, is all Properly ours.
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First Soldier
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See, they have shut him in.
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DUKE OF AUMERLE
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Why, then, the champions are prepared, and stay For nothing but his majesty's approach.
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Signior Hortensio, thus it stands with me
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Antonio, my father, is deceased; And I have thrust myself into this maze,
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GRUMIO
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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?
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KING LEWIS XI
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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.
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JULIET
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Madam, I am here. What is your will?
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LORD STANLEY
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Come, madam, come; I in all haste was sent.
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Messenger
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And then he sends you word
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POMPEY
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He is coming, sir, he is coming; I hear his straw rustle.
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Who sets me else? by heaven, I'll throw at all
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I have a thousand spirits in one breast, To answer twenty thousand such as you.
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BAPTISTA
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I am glad he's come, howsoe'er he comes.
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That hath authority over him that swears
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Henry had none, but did usurp the place; Then, seeing 'twas he that made you to depose, Your oath, my lord, is vain and frivolous. Therefore, to arms! And, father, do but think How sweet a thing it is to wear a crown; Within whose circuit is Elysium And all that poets feign of bliss and joy. Why do we finger thus? I cannot rest Until the white rose that I wear be dyed Even in the lukewarm blood of Henry's heart.
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KING HENRY VI
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And long live thou and these thy forward sons!
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LUCIO
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Judge.
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GONZALO
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Had I plantation of this isle, my lord,--
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QUEEN MARGARET
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Ay, good my lord, and leave us to our fortune.
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But if you have a stomach, to't i' God's name
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You shall have me assisting you in all. But will you woo this wild-cat?
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Clown
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What manner of fellow was he that robbed you?
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First Servingman
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He had so; looking as it were--would I were hanged, but I thought there was more in him than I could think.
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Yes, brother, you may live
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There is a devilish mercy in the judge, If you'll implore it, that will free your life, But fetter you till death.
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Forbidden bandying in Verona streets
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Hold, Tybalt! good Mercutio!
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CORIOLANUS
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I' the city of kites and crows.
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ANGELO
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'Tis one thing to be tempted, Escalus, Another thing to fall. I not deny, The jury, passing on the prisoner's life, May in the sworn twelve have a thief or two Guiltier than him they try. What's open made to justice, That justice seizes: what know the laws That thieves do pass on thieves? 'Tis very pregnant, The jewel that we find, we stoop and take't Because we see it; but what we do not see We tread upon, and never think of it. You may not so extenuate his offence For I have had such faults; but rather tell me, When I, that censure him, do so offend, Let mine own judgment pattern out my death, And nothing come in partial. Sir, he must die.
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Thanks, brave Montgomery; and thanks unto you all
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If fortune serve me, I'll requite this kindness. Now, for this night, let's harbour here in York; And when the morning sun shall raise his car Above the border of this horizon, We'll forward towards Warwick and his mates; For well I wot that Henry is no soldier. Ah, froward Clarence! how evil it beseems thee To flatter Henry and forsake thy brother! Yet, as we may, we'll meet both thee and Warwick. Come on, brave soldiers: doubt not of the day, And, that once gotten, doubt not of large pay. 3 KING HENRY VI
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LEONTES
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Thou, traitor, hast set on thy wife to this. My child? away with't! Even thou, that hast A heart so tender o'er it, take it hence And see it instantly consumed with fire;
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COMINIUS
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Who's yonder, That does appear as he were flay'd? O gods He has the stamp of Marcius; and I have Before-time seen him thus.
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ESCALUS
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I guess not.
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THOMAS MOWBRAY
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O, let my sovereign turn away his face And bid his ears a little while be deaf, Till I have told this slander of his blood, How God and good men hate so foul a liar.
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CAPULET
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Things have fall'n out, sir, so unluckily,
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ROMEO
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How should they, when that wise men have no eyes?
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WARWICK
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What good is this to England and himself!
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Apothecary
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Put this in any liquid thing you will, And drink it off; and, if you had the strength Of twenty men, it would dispatch you straight.
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First Lady
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Why, my sweet lord?
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To this most patient, sweet and virtuous wife
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Dine with my father, drink a health to me; For I must hence; and farewell to you all.
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PETRUCHIO
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Katharina, I charge thee, tell these headstrong women What duty they do owe their lords and husbands.
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HASTINGS
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Go on before; I'll talk with this good fellow. How now, sirrah! how goes the world with thee?
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KATHARINA
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And I am mean indeed, respecting you.
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KING RICHARD III
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Now, by my George, my garter, and my crown,--
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LADY GREY
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Be pitiful, dread lord, and grant it then.
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Page
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My lord, I know a discontented gentleman,
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Second Servant
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We cannot be here and there too. Cheerly, boys; be brisk awhile, and the longer liver take all.
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ROMEO
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And is it not well served in to a sweet goose?
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Second Servant
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Marry, sir, 'tis an ill cook that cannot lick his own fingers: therefore he that cannot lick his fingers goes not with me.
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Servant
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Find them out whose names are written here! It is written, that the shoemaker should meddle with his yard, and the tailor with his last, the fisher with his pencil, and the painter with his nets; but I am sent to find those persons whose names are here writ, and can never find what names the writing person hath here writ. I must to the learned.--In good time.
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To look into the bottom of my place
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A power I have, but of what strength and nature I am not yet instructed.
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DUCHESS OF YORK
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Sweet York, be patient. Hear me, gentle liege.
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PAULINA
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Good queen, my lord, Good queen; I say good queen; And would by combat make her good, so were I A man, the worst about you.
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DUKE OF YORK
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Yet looks he like a king: behold, his eye, As bright as is the eagle's, lightens forth Controlling majesty: alack, alack, for woe, That any harm should stain so fair a show!
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But I can give thee more
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For I will raise her statue in pure gold; That while Verona by that name is known, There shall no figure at such rate be set As that of true and faithful Juliet.
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KING RICHARD II
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He does me double wrong That wounds me with the flatteries of his tongue. Discharge my followers: let them hence away, From Richard's night to Bolingbroke's fair day.
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LARTIUS
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At Antium.
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NORTHUMBERLAND
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The noble duke hath been too much abused.
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QUEEN MARGARET
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A little joy enjoys the queen thereof; For I am she, and altogether joyless. I can no longer hold me patient. Hear me, you wrangling pirates, that fall out In sharing that which you have pill'd from me! Which of you trembles not that looks on me? If not, that, I being queen, you bow like subjects, Yet that, by you deposed, you quake like rebels? O gentle villain, do not turn away!
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QUEEN ELIZABETH
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What good is cover'd with the face of heaven, To be discover'd, that can do me good?
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Provost
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I know them both.
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Is my dear son with such sour company
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I bring thee tidings of the prince's doom.
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If I should be! I had rather be a pedlar
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Far be it from my heart, the thought of it!
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MENENIUS
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On both sides more respect.
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ELBOW
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First, an it like you, the house is a respected house; next, this is a respected fellow; and his mistress is a respected woman.
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NORTHUMBERLAND
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The commons will not then be satisfied.
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BISHOP OF CARLISLE
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That honourable day shall ne'er be seen. Many a time hath banish'd Norfolk fought For Jesu Christ in glorious Christian field, Streaming the ensign of the Christian cross
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ANTONIO
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Temperance was a delicate wench.
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CORIOLANUS
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No, I serve not thy master.
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LEONTES
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A callat Of boundless tongue, who late hath beat her husband And now baits me! This brat is none of mine;
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GLOUCESTER
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Your beauty was the cause of that effect; Your beauty: which did haunt me in my sleep To undertake the death of all the world, So I might live one hour in your sweet bosom.
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ROMEO
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Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast! Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest! Hence will I to my ghostly father's cell, His help to crave, and my dear hap to tell.
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MISTRESS OVERDONE
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Thus, what with the war, what with the sweat, what with the gallows and what with poverty, I am custom-shrunk. How now! what's the news with you?
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GLOUCESTER
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We are the queen's abjects, and must obey. Brother, farewell: I will unto the king; And whatsoever you will employ me in, Were it to call King Edward's widow sister, I will perform it to enfranchise you. Meantime, this deep disgrace in brotherhood Touches me deeper than you can imagine.
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LADY MONTAGUE
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Thou shalt not stir a foot to seek a foe.
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JULIET
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The tears have got small victory by that; For it was bad enough before their spite.
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CLAUDIO
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One word, good friend. Lucio, a word with you.
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Clown
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Nay, but hear me.
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KING EDWARD IV
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Belike she minds to play the Amazon. But what said Warwick to these injuries?
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Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse
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Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied; And vice sometimes by action dignified. Within the infant rind of this small flower
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MARCIUS
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All the contagion of the south light on you, You shames of Rome! you herd of--Boils and plagues Plaster you o'er, that you may be abhorr'd Further than seen and one infect another Against the wind a mile! You souls of geese, That bear the shapes of men, how have you run From slaves that apes would beat! Pluto and hell! All hurt behind; backs red, and faces pale With flight and agued fear! Mend and charge home, Or, by the fires of heaven, I'll leave the foe And make my wars on you: look to't: come on; If you'll stand fast, we'll beat them to their wives, As they us to our trenches followed.
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PETRUCHIO
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Conceives by me! How likes Hortensio that?
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BIONDELLO
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Nay, faith, I'll see the church o' your back; and then come back to my master's as soon as I can.
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RUTLAND
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Ah, whither shall I fly to 'scape their hands? Ah, tutor, look where bloody Clifford comes!
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LUCIO
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A French crown more.
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Clown
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He could never come better; he shall come in. I love a ballad but even too well, if it be doleful matter merrily set down, or a very pleasant thing indeed and sung lamentably.
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LEONTES
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How could that be? Either thou art most ignorant by age, Or thou wert born a fool. Camillo's flight, Added to their familiarity, Which was as gross as ever touch'd conjecture, That lack'd sight only, nought for approbation But only seeing, all other circumstances
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DUKE VINCENTIO
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Respect to your great place! and let the devil Be sometime honour'd for his burning throne! Where is the duke? 'tis he should hear me speak.
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JOHN OF GAUNT
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Call it a travel that thou takest for pleasure.
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MARIANA
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O my most gracious lord, I hope you will not mock me with a husband.
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BRUTUS
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Cominius, no.
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MENENIUS
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We are all undone, unless The noble man have mercy.
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Pardon, madam
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The one I have almost forgot,--your pardon,-- The other, when she has obtain'd your eye, Will have your tongue too. This is a creature, Would she begin a sect, might quench the zeal Of all professors else, make proselytes Of who she but bid follow.
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TRANIO
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Nay, then, 'tis time to stir him from his trance. I pray, awake, sir: if you love the maid,
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MERCUTIO
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Any man that can write may answer a letter.
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First Senator
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Tribunes, give way; he shall to the market-place.
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GONZALO
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My lord Sebastian, The truth you speak doth lack some gentleness And time to speak it in: you rub the sore, When you should bring the plaster.
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JULIET
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Indeed, I never shall be satisfied With Romeo, till I behold him--dead-- Is my poor heart for a kinsman vex'd. Madam, if you could find out but a man To bear a poison, I would temper it; That Romeo should, upon receipt thereof, Soon sleep in quiet. O, how my heart abhors To hear him named, and cannot come to him. To wreak the love I bore my cousin Upon his body that slaughter'd him!
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QUEEN ELIZABETH
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God's wrong is most of all. If thou hadst fear'd to break an oath by Him, The unity the king thy brother made
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FLORIZEL
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He shall not.
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Nurse
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Have you got leave to go to shrift to-day?
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GLOUCESTER
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Then never man was true.
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ANGELO
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Go to: what quality are they of? Elbow is your name? why dost thou not speak, Elbow?
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That Anne, my wife, is sick and like to die
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I will take order for her keeping close. Inquire me out some mean-born gentleman,
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