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DUKE OF YORK: A gentleman of mine I have dispatch'd With letters of your love to her at large.
WARWICK: Why, then, though loath, yet must I be content: We'll yoke together, like a double shadow To Henry's body, and supply his place; I mean, in bearing weight of government, While he enjoys the honour and his ease. And, Clarence, now then it is more than needful Forthwith that Edward be pronounced a traitor, And all his lands and goods be confiscate.
Provost: What, ho! Abhorson! Where's Abhorson, there?
LUCENTIO: Tranio, I saw her coral lips to move And with her breath she did perfume the air: Sacred and sweet was all I saw in her.
Second Messenger: Sir, we have all Great cause to give great thanks.
PETRUCHIO: Alas! good Kate, I will not burden thee; For, knowing thee to be but young and light--
HERMIONE: But I'ld say he had not, And I'll be sworn you would believe my saying, Howe'er you lean to the nayward.
PETRUCHIO: Tedious it were to tell, and harsh to hear: Sufficeth I am come to keep my word, Though in some part enforced to digress; Which, at more leisure, I will so excuse As you shall well be satisfied withal. But where is Kate? I stay too long from her: The morning wears, 'tis time we were at church.
GLOUCESTER:
Servant: Please your highness, posts From those you sent to the oracle are come An hour since: Cleomenes and Dion, Being well arrived from Delphos, are both landed, Hasting to the court.
PETRUCHIO: What, you mean my face?
PAULINA: It is yours; And, might we lay the old proverb to your charge, So like you, 'tis the worse. Behold, my lords, Although the print be little, the whole matter And copy of the father, eye, nose, lip, The trick of's frown, his forehead, nay, the valley, The pretty dimples of his chin and cheek, His smiles, The very mould and frame of hand, nail, finger: And thou, good goddess Nature, which hast made it So like to him that got it, if thou hast The ordering of the mind too, 'mongst all colours No yellow in't, lest she suspect, as he does, Her children not her husband's!
Provost: No, my good lord; it was by private message.
BIONDELLO: Cambio!
PRINCE EDWARD: Richard of York! how fares our loving brother?
Servant: One Isabel, a sister, desires access to you.
LADY ANNE: He is in heaven, where thou shalt never come.
ROMEO: Give me that mattock and the wrenching iron. Hold, take this letter; early in the morning See thou deliver it to my lord and father. Give me the light: upon thy life, I charge thee, Whate'er thou hear'st or seest, stand all aloof, And do not interrupt me in my course. Why I descend into this bed of death, Is partly to behold my lady's face; But chiefly to take thence from her dead finger A precious ring, a ring that I must use In dear employment: therefore hence, be gone: But if thou, jealous, dost return to pry In what I further shall intend to do, By heaven, I will tear thee joint by joint And strew this hungry churchyard with thy limbs: The time and my intents are savage-wild, More fierce and more inexorable far Than empty tigers or the roaring sea.
HORTENSIO: 'Alla nostra casa ben venuto, molto honorato signor mio Petruchio.' Rise, Grumio, rise: we will compound this quarrel.
TYRREL: 'Tis done, my gracious lord.
COMINIUS: Ay, if you come not in the blood of others, But mantled in your own.
QUEEN MARGARET: O princely Buckingham I'll kiss thy hand, In sign of league and amity with thee: Now fair befal thee and thy noble house! Thy garments are not spotted with our blood, Nor thou within the compass of my curse.
KING RICHARD III: Well, but what's o'clock?
KING RICHARD II: Your cares set up do not pluck my cares down. My care is loss of care, by old care done; Your care is gain of care, by new care won: The cares I give I have, though given away; They tend the crown, yet still with me they stay.
QUEEN: And must we be divided? must we part?
CAMILLO: A cause more promising Than a wild dedication of yourselves To unpath'd waters, undream'd shores, most certain To miseries enough; no hope to help you, But as you shake off one to take another; Nothing so certain as your anchors, who Do their best office, if they can but stay you Where you'll be loath to be: besides you know Prosperity's the very bond of love, Whose fresh complexion and whose heart together Affliction alters.
GLOUCESTER: Then be your eyes the witness of this ill: See how I am bewitch'd; behold mine arm Is, like a blasted sapling, wither'd up: And this is Edward's wife, that monstrous witch, Consorted with that harlot strumpet Shore, That by their witchcraft thus have marked me.
DORCAS: Mopsa must be your mistress: marry, garlic, To mend her kissing with!
CLARENCE:
BENVOLIO: I do but keep the peace: put up thy sword, Or manage it to part these men with me.
ALONSO: Prithee, no more: thou dost talk nothing to me.
JULIET: Sweet, so would I: Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing. Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good night till it be morrow.
PETRUCHIO: Peace, sirrah!
JULIET: O shut the door! and when thou hast done so, Come weep with me; past hope, past cure, past help!
Nurse: Romeo can, Though heaven cannot: O Romeo, Romeo! Who ever would have thought it? Romeo!
LUCIO: I pray she may; as well for the encouragement of the like, which else would stand under grievous imposition, as for the enjoying of thy life, who I would be sorry should be thus foolishly lost at a game of tick-tack. I'll to her.
Shepherd: O, my heart!
PETER: Musicians, O, musicians, 'Heart's ease, Heart's ease:' O, an you will have me live, play 'Heart's ease.'
LORD BERKELEY: My Lord of Hereford, my message is to you.
First Lady: Hark ye; The queen your mother rounds apace: we shall Present our services to a fine new prince One of these days; and then you'ld wanton with us, If we would have you.
JULIET: Madam, in happy time, what day is that?
QUEEN MARGARET: The more we stay, the stronger grows our foe.
DUKE OF YORK: Peruse this writing here, and thou shalt know The treason that my haste forbids me show.
Officer: Ay, my lord; even so As it is here set down.
BIONDELLO: I told him that your father was at Venice, And that you look'd for him this day in Padua.
KING HENRY VI: More than I seem, and less than I was born to: A man at least, for less I should not be; And men may talk of kings, and why not I?
TRANIO: Of Mantua, sir? marry, God forbid! And come to Padua, careless of your life?
GREY: Here come the lords of Buckingham and Derby.
PETRUCHIO: A whoreson beetle-headed, flap-ear'd knave! Come, Kate, sit down; I know you have a stomach. Will you give thanks, sweet Kate; or else shall I? What's this? mutton?
PERDITA: Even here undone! I was not much afeard; for once or twice I was about to speak and tell him plainly, The selfsame sun that shines upon his court Hides not his visage from our cottage but Looks on alike. Will't please you, sir, be gone? I told you what would come of this: beseech you, Of your own state take care: this dream of mine,-- Being now awake, I'll queen it no inch farther, But milk my ewes and weep.
QUEEN MARGARET: Thou hast spoke too much already: get thee gone.
MISTRESS OVERDONE: Marry, sir, that's Claudio, Signior Claudio.
KING RICHARD II: Needs must I like it well: I weep for joy To stand upon my kingdom once again. Dear earth, I do salute thee with my hand, Though rebels wound thee with their horses' hoofs: As a long-parted mother with her child Plays fondly with her tears and smiles in meeting, So, weeping, smiling, greet I thee, my earth, And do thee favours with my royal hands. Feed not thy sovereign's foe, my gentle earth, Nor with thy sweets comfort his ravenous sense; But let thy spiders, that suck up thy venom, And heavy-gaited toads lie in their way, Doing annoyance to the treacherous feet Which with usurping steps do trample thee: Yield stinging nettles to mine enemies; And when they from thy bosom pluck a flower, Guard it, I pray thee, with a lurking adder Whose double tongue may with a mortal touch Throw death upon thy sovereign's enemies. Mock not my senseless conjuration, lords: This earth shall have a feeling and these stones Prove armed soldiers, ere her native king Shall falter under foul rebellion's arms.
Second Musician: I say 'silver sound,' because musicians sound for silver.
FLORIZEL: So call it: but it does fulfil my vow; I needs must think it honesty. Camillo, Not for Bohemia, nor the pomp that may Be thereat glean'd, for all the sun sees or The close earth wombs or the profound sea hides In unknown fathoms, will I break my oath To this my fair beloved: therefore, I pray you, As you have ever been my father's honour'd friend, When he shall miss me,--as, in faith, I mean not To see him any more,--cast your good counsels Upon his passion; let myself and fortune Tug for the time to come. This you may know And so deliver, I am put to sea With her whom here I cannot hold on shore; And most opportune to our need I have A vessel rides fast by, but not prepared For this design. What course I mean to hold Shall nothing benefit your knowledge, nor Concern me the reporting.
Messenger: And then he sends you word He dreamt to-night the boar had razed his helm: Besides, he says there are two councils held; And that may be determined at the one which may make you and him to rue at the other. Therefore he sends to know your lordship's pleasure, If presently you will take horse with him, And with all speed post with him toward the north, To shun the danger that his soul divines.
CLARENCE: O, no, my dream was lengthen'd after life; O, then began the tempest to my soul, Who pass'd, methought, the melancholy flood, With that grim ferryman which poets write of, Unto the kingdom of perpetual night. The first that there did greet my stranger soul, Was my great father-in-law, renowned Warwick; Who cried aloud, 'What scourge for perjury Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence?' And so he vanish'd: then came wandering by A shadow like an angel, with bright hair Dabbled in blood; and he squeak'd out aloud, 'Clarence is come; false, fleeting, perjured Clarence, That stabb'd me in the field by Tewksbury; Seize on him, Furies, take him to your torments!' With that, methoughts, a legion of foul fiends Environ'd me about, and howled in mine ears Such hideous cries, that with the very noise I trembling waked, and for a season after Could not believe but that I was in hell, Such terrible impression made the dream.
Citizens: Now the gods keep you!
HENRY BOLINGBROKE: I thought you had been willing to resign.
VIRGILIA: O heavens! O heavens!
GLOUCESTER: And Warwick, doing what you gave in charge, Is now dishonoured by this new marriage.
Second Capulet: By'r lady, thirty years.
GRUMIO: Master, if ever I said loose-bodied gown, sew me in the skirts of it, and beat me to death with a bottom of brown thread: I said a gown.
JULIET: What satisfaction canst thou have to-night?
KING EDWARD IV:
KING LEWIS XI: But is he gracious in the people's eye?
Fourth Messenger: Sir Thomas Lovel and Lord Marquis Dorset, 'Tis said, my liege, in Yorkshire are in arms. Yet this good comfort bring I to your grace, The Breton navy is dispersed by tempest: Richmond, in Yorkshire, sent out a boat Unto the shore, to ask those on the banks If they were his assistants, yea or no; Who answer'd him, they came from Buckingham. Upon his party: he, mistrusting them, Hoisted sail and made away for Brittany.
DUCHESS OF YORK: Why should calamity be full of words?
DUCHESS OF YORK: No, by the holy rood, thou know'st it well, Thou camest on earth to make the earth my hell. A grievous burthen was thy birth to me; Tetchy and wayward was thy infancy; Thy school-days frightful, desperate, wild, and furious, Thy prime of manhood daring, bold, and venturous, Thy age confirm'd, proud, subdued, bloody, treacherous, More mild, but yet more harmful, kind in hatred: What comfortable hour canst thou name, That ever graced me in thy company?
Gaoler: I do believe it.
MENENIUS: True! I'll be sworn they are true. Where is he wounded? God save your good worships! Marcius is coming home: he has more cause to be proud. Where is he wounded?
VOLUMNIA: Pray, be counsell'd: I have a heart as little apt as yours, But yet a brain that leads my use of anger To better vantage.
KING HENRY VI: How will the country for these woful chances Misthink the king and not be satisfied!
KING RICHARD II: 'Fair cousin'? I am greater than a king: For when I was a king, my flatterers Were then but subjects; being now a subject, I have a king here to my flatterer. Being so great, I have no need to beg.
Second Servingman: Here, sir: I'ld have beaten him like a dog, but for disturbing the lords within.
Messenger: My gracious sovereign, now in Devonshire, As I by friends am well advertised, Sir Edward Courtney, and the haughty prelate Bishop of Exeter, his brother there, With many more confederates, are in arms.
ISABELLA: O, fie, fie, fie! Thy sin's not accidental, but a trade. Mercy to thee would prove itself a bawd: 'Tis best thou diest quickly.
PROSPERO: Go make thyself like a nymph o' the sea: be subject To no sight but thine and mine, invisible To every eyeball else. Go take this shape And hither come in't: go, hence with diligence! Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well; Awake!
First Citizen: I twice five hundred and their friends to piece 'em.
KING EDWARD IV: Then speak at once what is it thou demand'st.
BUCKINGHAM: Then I salute you with this kingly title: Long live Richard, England's royal king!
Lieutenant: Sir, I beseech you, think you he'll carry Rome?
ABHORSON: Go in to him, and fetch him out.
Nurse: Your love says, like an honest gentleman, and a courteous, and a kind, and a handsome, and, I warrant, a virtuous,--Where is your mother?
JULIET: Wilt thou be gone? it is not yet near day: It was the nightingale, and not the lark, That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear; Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate-tree: Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.
FRIAR LAURENCE: That's my good son: but where hast thou been, then?
LUCENTIO: Faith, mistress, then I have no cause to stay.
QUEEN MARGARET: When holy Harry died, and my sweet son.
Messenger: My gracious lord, I'll tell him what you say.
ANGELO: Thus wisdom wishes to appear most bright When it doth tax itself; as these black masks Proclaim an enshield beauty ten times louder Than beauty could, display'd. But mark me; To be received plain, I'll speak more gross: Your brother is to die.
GREGORY: To move is to stir; and to be valiant is to stand: therefore, if thou art moved, thou runn'st away.
DUKE VINCENTIO: Good friar, let's hear it. Do you not smile at this, Lord Angelo? O heaven, the vanity of wretched fools! Give us some seats. Come, cousin Angelo; In this I'll be impartial; be you judge Of your own cause. Is this the witness, friar? First, let her show her face, and after speak.
COMINIUS: Come, come, we'll prompt you.
JULIET: I have.
Nurse: Marry, bachelor, Her mother is the lady of the house, And a good lady, and a wise and virtuous I nursed her daughter, that you talk'd withal; I tell you, he that can lay hold of her Shall have the chinks.
AUTOLYCUS: If that shepherd be not in hand-fast, let him fly: the curses he shall have, the tortures he shall feel, will break the back of man, the heart of monster.
Shepherd: Let him, my son: he shall not need to grieve At knowing of thy choice.
RIVERS: What! loss of some pitch'd battle against Warwick?
PRINCE: My gracious father, by your kingly leave, I'll draw it as apparent to the crown, And in that quarrel use it to the death.
KING HENRY VI: My queen and son are gone to France for aid; And, as I hear, the great commanding Warwick Is thither gone, to crave the French king's sister To wife for Edward: if this news be true, Poor queen and son, your labour is but lost; For Warwick is a subtle orator, And Lewis a prince soon won with moving words. By this account then Margaret may win him; For she's a woman to be pitied much: Her sighs will make a battery in his breast; Her tears will pierce into a marble heart; The tiger will be mild whiles she doth mourn; And Nero will be tainted with remorse, To hear and see her plaints, her brinish tears. Ay, but she's come to beg, Warwick to give; She, on his left side, craving aid for Henry, He, on his right, asking a wife for Edward. She weeps, and says her Henry is deposed; He smiles, and says his Edward is install'd; That she, poor wretch, for grief can speak no more; Whiles Warwick tells his title, smooths the wrong, Inferreth arguments of mighty strength, And in conclusion wins the king from her, With promise of his sister, and what else, To strengthen and support King Edward's place. O Margaret, thus 'twill be; and thou, poor soul, Art then forsaken, as thou went'st forlorn!

DUKE OF YORK: A gentleman of mine I have dispatch'd With letters of your love to her at large.

WARWICK: Why, then, though loath, yet must I be content: We'll yoke together, like a double shadow To Henry's body, and supply his place; I mean, in bearing weight of government, While he enjoys the honour and his ease. And, Clarence, now then it is more than needful Forthwith that Edward be pronounced a traitor, And all his lands and goods be confiscate.

Provost: What, ho! Abhorson! Where's Abhorson, there?

LUCENTIO: Tranio, I saw her coral lips to move And with her breath she did perfume the air: Sacred and sweet was all I saw in her.

Second Messenger: Sir, we have all Great cause to give great thanks.

PETRUCHIO: Alas! good Kate, I will not burden thee; For, knowing thee to be but young and light--

HERMIONE: But I'ld say he had not, And I'll be sworn you would believe my saying, Howe'er you lean to the nayward.

PETRUCHIO: Tedious it were to tell, and harsh to hear: Sufficeth I am come to keep my word, Though in some part enforced to digress; Which, at more leisure, I will so excuse As you shall well be satisfied withal. But where is Kate? I stay too long from her: The morning wears, 'tis time we were at church.

GLOUCESTER:

Servant: Please your highness, posts From those you sent to the oracle are come An hour since: Cleomenes and Dion, Being well arrived from Delphos, are both landed, Hasting to the court.

PETRUCHIO: What, you mean my face?

PAULINA: It is yours; And, might we lay the old proverb to your charge, So like you, 'tis the worse. Behold, my lords, Although the print be little, the whole matter And copy of the father, eye, nose, lip, The trick of's frown, his forehead, nay, the valley, The pretty dimples of his chin and cheek, His smiles, The very mould and frame of hand, nail, finger: And thou, good goddess Nature, which hast made it So like to him that got it, if thou hast The ordering of the mind too, 'mongst all colours No yellow in't, lest she suspect, as he does, Her children not her husband's!

Provost: No, my good lord; it was by private message.

BIONDELLO: Cambio!

PRINCE EDWARD: Richard of York! how fares our loving brother?

Servant: One Isabel, a sister, desires access to you.

LADY ANNE: He is in heaven, where thou shalt never come.

ROMEO: Give me that mattock and the wrenching iron. Hold, take this letter; early in the morning See thou deliver it to my lord and father. Give me the light: upon thy life, I charge thee, Whate'er thou hear'st or seest, stand all aloof, And do not interrupt me in my course. Why I descend into this bed of death, Is partly to behold my lady's face; But chiefly to take thence from her dead finger A precious ring, a ring that I must use In dear employment: therefore hence, be gone: But if thou, jealous, dost return to pry In what I further shall intend to do, By heaven, I will tear thee joint by joint And strew this hungry churchyard with thy limbs: The time and my intents are savage-wild, More fierce and more inexorable far Than empty tigers or the roaring sea.

HORTENSIO: 'Alla nostra casa ben venuto, molto honorato signor mio Petruchio.' Rise, Grumio, rise: we will compound this quarrel.

TYRREL: 'Tis done, my gracious lord.

COMINIUS: Ay, if you come not in the blood of others, But mantled in your own.

QUEEN MARGARET: O princely Buckingham I'll kiss thy hand, In sign of league and amity with thee: Now fair befal thee and thy noble house! Thy garments are not spotted with our blood, Nor thou within the compass of my curse.

KING RICHARD III: Well, but what's o'clock?

KING RICHARD II: Your cares set up do not pluck my cares down. My care is loss of care, by old care done; Your care is gain of care, by new care won: The cares I give I have, though given away; They tend the crown, yet still with me they stay.

QUEEN: And must we be divided? must we part?

CAMILLO: A cause more promising Than a wild dedication of yourselves To unpath'd waters, undream'd shores, most certain To miseries enough; no hope to help you, But as you shake off one to take another; Nothing so certain as your anchors, who Do their best office, if they can but stay you Where you'll be loath to be: besides you know Prosperity's the very bond of love, Whose fresh complexion and whose heart together Affliction alters.

GLOUCESTER: Then be your eyes the witness of this ill: See how I am bewitch'd; behold mine arm Is, like a blasted sapling, wither'd up: And this is Edward's wife, that monstrous witch, Consorted with that harlot strumpet Shore, That by their witchcraft thus have marked me.

DORCAS: Mopsa must be your mistress: marry, garlic, To mend her kissing with!

CLARENCE:

BENVOLIO: I do but keep the peace: put up thy sword, Or manage it to part these men with me.

ALONSO: Prithee, no more: thou dost talk nothing to me.

JULIET: Sweet, so would I: Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing. Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good night till it be morrow.

PETRUCHIO: Peace, sirrah!

JULIET: O shut the door! and when thou hast done so, Come weep with me; past hope, past cure, past help!

Nurse: Romeo can, Though heaven cannot: O Romeo, Romeo! Who ever would have thought it? Romeo!

LUCIO: I pray she may; as well for the encouragement of the like, which else would stand under grievous imposition, as for the enjoying of thy life, who I would be sorry should be thus foolishly lost at a game of tick-tack. I'll to her.

Shepherd: O, my heart!

PETER: Musicians, O, musicians, 'Heart's ease, Heart's ease:' O, an you will have me live, play 'Heart's ease.'

LORD BERKELEY: My Lord of Hereford, my message is to you.

First Lady: Hark ye; The queen your mother rounds apace: we shall Present our services to a fine new prince One of these days; and then you'ld wanton with us, If we would have you.

JULIET: Madam, in happy time, what day is that?

QUEEN MARGARET: The more we stay, the stronger grows our foe.

DUKE OF YORK: Peruse this writing here, and thou shalt know The treason that my haste forbids me show.

Officer: Ay, my lord; even so As it is here set down.

BIONDELLO: I told him that your father was at Venice, And that you look'd for him this day in Padua.

KING HENRY VI: More than I seem, and less than I was born to: A man at least, for less I should not be; And men may talk of kings, and why not I?

TRANIO: Of Mantua, sir? marry, God forbid! And come to Padua, careless of your life?

GREY: Here come the lords of Buckingham and Derby.

PETRUCHIO: A whoreson beetle-headed, flap-ear'd knave! Come, Kate, sit down; I know you have a stomach. Will you give thanks, sweet Kate; or else shall I? What's this? mutton?

PERDITA: Even here undone! I was not much afeard; for once or twice I was about to speak and tell him plainly, The selfsame sun that shines upon his court Hides not his visage from our cottage but Looks on alike. Will't please you, sir, be gone? I told you what would come of this: beseech you, Of your own state take care: this dream of mine,-- Being now awake, I'll queen it no inch farther, But milk my ewes and weep.

QUEEN MARGARET: Thou hast spoke too much already: get thee gone.

MISTRESS OVERDONE: Marry, sir, that's Claudio, Signior Claudio.

KING RICHARD II: Needs must I like it well: I weep for joy To stand upon my kingdom once again. Dear earth, I do salute thee with my hand, Though rebels wound thee with their horses' hoofs: As a long-parted mother with her child Plays fondly with her tears and smiles in meeting, So, weeping, smiling, greet I thee, my earth, And do thee favours with my royal hands. Feed not thy sovereign's foe, my gentle earth, Nor with thy sweets comfort his ravenous sense; But let thy spiders, that suck up thy venom, And heavy-gaited toads lie in their way, Doing annoyance to the treacherous feet Which with usurping steps do trample thee: Yield stinging nettles to mine enemies; And when they from thy bosom pluck a flower, Guard it, I pray thee, with a lurking adder Whose double tongue may with a mortal touch Throw death upon thy sovereign's enemies. Mock not my senseless conjuration, lords: This earth shall have a feeling and these stones Prove armed soldiers, ere her native king Shall falter under foul rebellion's arms.

Second Musician: I say 'silver sound,' because musicians sound for silver.

FLORIZEL: So call it: but it does fulfil my vow; I needs must think it honesty. Camillo, Not for Bohemia, nor the pomp that may Be thereat glean'd, for all the sun sees or The close earth wombs or the profound sea hides In unknown fathoms, will I break my oath To this my fair beloved: therefore, I pray you, As you have ever been my father's honour'd friend, When he shall miss me,--as, in faith, I mean not To see him any more,--cast your good counsels Upon his passion; let myself and fortune Tug for the time to come. This you may know And so deliver, I am put to sea With her whom here I cannot hold on shore; And most opportune to our need I have A vessel rides fast by, but not prepared For this design. What course I mean to hold Shall nothing benefit your knowledge, nor Concern me the reporting.

Messenger: And then he sends you word He dreamt to-night the boar had razed his helm: Besides, he says there are two councils held; And that may be determined at the one which may make you and him to rue at the other. Therefore he sends to know your lordship's pleasure, If presently you will take horse with him, And with all speed post with him toward the north, To shun the danger that his soul divines.

CLARENCE: O, no, my dream was lengthen'd after life; O, then began the tempest to my soul, Who pass'd, methought, the melancholy flood, With that grim ferryman which poets write of, Unto the kingdom of perpetual night. The first that there did greet my stranger soul, Was my great father-in-law, renowned Warwick; Who cried aloud, 'What scourge for perjury Can this dark monarchy afford false Clarence?' And so he vanish'd: then came wandering by A shadow like an angel, with bright hair Dabbled in blood; and he squeak'd out aloud, 'Clarence is come; false, fleeting, perjured Clarence, That stabb'd me in the field by Tewksbury; Seize on him, Furies, take him to your torments!' With that, methoughts, a legion of foul fiends Environ'd me about, and howled in mine ears Such hideous cries, that with the very noise I trembling waked, and for a season after Could not believe but that I was in hell, Such terrible impression made the dream.

Citizens: Now the gods keep you!

HENRY BOLINGBROKE: I thought you had been willing to resign.

VIRGILIA: O heavens! O heavens!

GLOUCESTER: And Warwick, doing what you gave in charge, Is now dishonoured by this new marriage.

Second Capulet: By'r lady, thirty years.

GRUMIO: Master, if ever I said loose-bodied gown, sew me in the skirts of it, and beat me to death with a bottom of brown thread: I said a gown.

JULIET: What satisfaction canst thou have to-night?

KING EDWARD IV:

KING LEWIS XI: But is he gracious in the people's eye?

Fourth Messenger: Sir Thomas Lovel and Lord Marquis Dorset, 'Tis said, my liege, in Yorkshire are in arms. Yet this good comfort bring I to your grace, The Breton navy is dispersed by tempest: Richmond, in Yorkshire, sent out a boat Unto the shore, to ask those on the banks If they were his assistants, yea or no; Who answer'd him, they came from Buckingham. Upon his party: he, mistrusting them, Hoisted sail and made away for Brittany.

DUCHESS OF YORK: Why should calamity be full of words?

DUCHESS OF YORK: No, by the holy rood, thou know'st it well, Thou camest on earth to make the earth my hell. A grievous burthen was thy birth to me; Tetchy and wayward was thy infancy; Thy school-days frightful, desperate, wild, and furious, Thy prime of manhood daring, bold, and venturous, Thy age confirm'd, proud, subdued, bloody, treacherous, More mild, but yet more harmful, kind in hatred: What comfortable hour canst thou name, That ever graced me in thy company?

Gaoler: I do believe it.

MENENIUS: True! I'll be sworn they are true. Where is he wounded? God save your good worships! Marcius is coming home: he has more cause to be proud. Where is he wounded?

VOLUMNIA: Pray, be counsell'd: I have a heart as little apt as yours, But yet a brain that leads my use of anger To better vantage.

KING HENRY VI: How will the country for these woful chances Misthink the king and not be satisfied!

KING RICHARD II: 'Fair cousin'? I am greater than a king: For when I was a king, my flatterers Were then but subjects; being now a subject, I have a king here to my flatterer. Being so great, I have no need to beg.

Second Servingman: Here, sir: I'ld have beaten him like a dog, but for disturbing the lords within.

Messenger: My gracious sovereign, now in Devonshire, As I by friends am well advertised, Sir Edward Courtney, and the haughty prelate Bishop of Exeter, his brother there, With many more confederates, are in arms.

ISABELLA: O, fie, fie, fie! Thy sin's not accidental, but a trade. Mercy to thee would prove itself a bawd: 'Tis best thou diest quickly.

PROSPERO: Go make thyself like a nymph o' the sea: be subject To no sight but thine and mine, invisible To every eyeball else. Go take this shape And hither come in't: go, hence with diligence! Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well; Awake!

First Citizen: I twice five hundred and their friends to piece 'em.

KING EDWARD IV: Then speak at once what is it thou demand'st.

BUCKINGHAM: Then I salute you with this kingly title: Long live Richard, England's royal king!

Lieutenant: Sir, I beseech you, think you he'll carry Rome?

ABHORSON: Go in to him, and fetch him out.

Nurse: Your love says, like an honest gentleman, and a courteous, and a kind, and a handsome, and, I warrant, a virtuous,--Where is your mother?

JULIET: Wilt thou be gone? it is not yet near day: It was the nightingale, and not the lark, That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear; Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate-tree: Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.

FRIAR LAURENCE: That's my good son: but where hast thou been, then?

LUCENTIO: Faith, mistress, then I have no cause to stay.

QUEEN MARGARET: When holy Harry died, and my sweet son.

Messenger: My gracious lord, I'll tell him what you say.

ANGELO: Thus wisdom wishes to appear most bright When it doth tax itself; as these black masks Proclaim an enshield beauty ten times louder Than beauty could, display'd. But mark me; To be received plain, I'll speak more gross: Your brother is to die.

GREGORY: To move is to stir; and to be valiant is to stand: therefore, if thou art moved, thou runn'st away.

DUKE VINCENTIO: Good friar, let's hear it. Do you not smile at this, Lord Angelo? O heaven, the vanity of wretched fools! Give us some seats. Come, cousin Angelo; In this I'll be impartial; be you judge Of your own cause. Is this the witness, friar? First, let her show her face, and after speak.

COMINIUS: Come, come, we'll prompt you.

JULIET: I have.

Nurse: Marry, bachelor, Her mother is the lady of the house, And a good lady, and a wise and virtuous I nursed her daughter, that you talk'd withal; I tell you, he that can lay hold of her Shall have the chinks.

AUTOLYCUS: If that shepherd be not in hand-fast, let him fly: the curses he shall have, the tortures he shall feel, will break the back of man, the heart of monster.

Shepherd: Let him, my son: he shall not need to grieve At knowing of thy choice.

RIVERS: What! loss of some pitch'd battle against Warwick?

PRINCE: My gracious father, by your kingly leave, I'll draw it as apparent to the crown, And in that quarrel use it to the death.

KING HENRY VI: My queen and son are gone to France for aid; And, as I hear, the great commanding Warwick Is thither gone, to crave the French king's sister To wife for Edward: if this news be true, Poor queen and son, your labour is but lost; For Warwick is a subtle orator, And Lewis a prince soon won with moving words. By this account then Margaret may win him; For she's a woman to be pitied much: Her sighs will make a battery in his breast; Her tears will pierce into a marble heart; The tiger will be mild whiles she doth mourn; And Nero will be tainted with remorse, To hear and see her plaints, her brinish tears. Ay, but she's come to beg, Warwick to give; She, on his left side, craving aid for Henry, He, on his right, asking a wife for Edward. She weeps, and says her Henry is deposed; He smiles, and says his Edward is install'd; That she, poor wretch, for grief can speak no more; Whiles Warwick tells his title, smooths the wrong, Inferreth arguments of mighty strength, And in conclusion wins the king from her, With promise of his sister, and what else, To strengthen and support King Edward's place. O Margaret, thus 'twill be; and thou, poor soul, Art then forsaken, as thou went'st forlorn!