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PAULINA: No noise, my lord; but needful conference About some gossips for your highness.
VINCENTIO: Lucentio! O, he hath murdered his master! Lay hold on him, I charge you, in the duke's name. O, my son, my son! Tell me, thou villain, where is my son Lucentio?
LEONTES: There is no truth at all i' the oracle: The sessions shall proceed: this is mere falsehood.
KING RICHARD II: What said our cousin when you parted with him?
First Citizen: Our business is not unknown to the senate; they have had inkling this fortnight what we intend to do, which now we'll show 'em in deeds. They say poor suitors have strong breaths: they shall know we have strong arms too.
Post: My sovereign liege, no letters; and few words, But such as I, without your special pardon, Dare not relate.
CLIFFORD: Chaplain, away! thy priesthood saves thy life. As for the brat of this accursed duke, Whose father slew my father, he shall die.
CORIOLANUS: By Jupiter! forgot. I am weary; yea, my memory is tired. Have we no wine here?
Shepherd: That's a good deed. If thou mayest discern by that which is left of him what he is, fetch me to the sight of him.
KING HENRY VI: The bird that hath been limed in a bush, With trembling wings misdoubteth every bush; And I, the hapless male to one sweet bird, Have now the fatal object in my eye Where my poor young was limed, was caught and kill'd.
LORD WILLOUGHBY: Nay, let us share thy thoughts, as thou dost ours.
TRANIO: If it be so, sir, that you are the man Must stead us all and me amongst the rest, And if you break the ice and do this feat, Achieve the elder, set the younger free For our access, whose hap shall be to have her Will not so graceless be to be ingrate.
CLARENCE: By heaven, I think there's no man is secure But the queen's kindred and night-walking heralds That trudge betwixt the king and Mistress Shore. Heard ye not what an humble suppliant Lord hastings was to her for his delivery?
Third Servingman: But when they shall see, sir, his crest up again, and the man in blood, they will out of their burrows, like conies after rain, and revel all with him.
DUCHESS OF YORK: What is the matter?
Clown: Ay, by any means prove a tall fellow: if I do not wonder how thou darest venture to be drunk, not being a tall fellow, trust me not. Hark! the kings and the princes, our kindred, are going to see the queen's picture. Come, follow us: we'll be thy good masters.
BUCKINGHAM: No, so God help me, they spake not a word; But, like dumb statues or breathing stones, Gazed each on other, and look'd deadly pale. Which when I saw, I reprehended them; And ask'd the mayor what meant this wilful silence: His answer was, the people were not wont To be spoke to but by the recorder. Then he was urged to tell my tale again, 'Thus saith the duke, thus hath the duke inferr'd;' But nothing spake in warrant from himself. When he had done, some followers of mine own, At the lower end of the hall, hurl'd up their caps, And some ten voices cried 'God save King Richard!' And thus I took the vantage of those few, 'Thanks, gentle citizens and friends,' quoth I; 'This general applause and loving shout Argues your wisdoms and your love to Richard:' And even here brake off, and came away.
BENVOLIO: We talk here in the public haunt of men: Either withdraw unto some private place, And reason coldly of your grievances, Or else depart; here all eyes gaze on us.
STANLEY: Stirr'd up by Dorset, Buckingham, and Ely, He makes for England, there to claim the crown.
Second Murderer: Let it go; there's few or none will entertain it.
ROMEO: Bid a sick man in sadness make his will: Ah, word ill urged to one that is so ill! In sadness, cousin, I do love a woman.
Shepherd: To the palace, an it like your worship.
ROMEO: Tybalt, the reason that I have to love thee Doth much excuse the appertaining rage To such a greeting: villain am I none; Therefore farewell; I see thou know'st me not.
LEONTES: We'll part the time between's then; and in that I'll no gainsaying.
PROSPERO: Thou most lying slave, Whom stripes may move, not kindness! I have used thee, Filth as thou art, with human care, and lodged thee In mine own cell, till thou didst seek to violate The honour of my child.
DUKE VINCENTIO: Virtue is bold, and goodness never fearful. Have you not heard speak of Mariana, the sister of Frederick the great soldier who miscarried at sea?
GLOUCESTER: Marry, and shall.
ROMEO: A torch for me: let wantons light of heart Tickle the senseless rushes with their heels, For I am proverb'd with a grandsire phrase; I'll be a candle-holder, and look on. The game was ne'er so fair, and I am done.
HASTINGS: The tender love I bear your grace, my lord, Makes me most forward in this noble presence To doom the offenders, whatsoever they be I say, my lord, they have deserved death.
RIVERS: What, marry, may she?
DUKE VINCENTIO: Convenient is it. Make a swift return; For I would commune with you of such things That want no ear but yours.
LUCENTIO: Then we are rid of Licio.
CORIOLANUS: These eyes are not the same I wore in Rome.
KING RICHARD III: Bear her my true love's kiss; and so, farewell. Relenting fool, and shallow, changing woman! How now! what news?
QUEEN ELIZABETH: Where is kind Hastings, Rivers, Vaughan, Grey?
PAULINA: 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.
TRANIO: Sir, you seem a sober ancient gentleman by your habit, but your words show you a madman. Why, sir, what 'cerns it you if I wear pearl and gold? I thank my good father, I am able to maintain it.
VOLUMNIA: I prithee now, my son, Go to them, with this bonnet in thy hand; And thus far having stretch'd it--here be with them-- Thy knee bussing the stones--for in such business Action is eloquence, and the eyes of the ignorant More learned than the ears--waving thy head, Which often, thus, correcting thy stout heart, Now humble as the ripest mulberry That will not hold the handling: or say to them, Thou art their soldier, and being bred in broils Hast not the soft way which, thou dost confess, Were fit for thee to use as they to claim, In asking their good loves, but thou wilt frame Thyself, forsooth, hereafter theirs, so far As thou hast power and person.
ROMEO: I must indeed; and therefore came I hither. Good gentle youth, tempt not a desperate man; Fly hence, and leave me: think upon these gone; Let them affright thee. I beseech thee, youth, Put not another sin upon my head, By urging me to fury: O, be gone! By heaven, I love thee better than myself; For I come hither arm'd against myself: Stay not, be gone; live, and hereafter say, A madman's mercy bade thee run away.
KING RICHARD II: He is our cousin, cousin; but 'tis doubt, When time shall call him home from banishment, Whether our kinsman come to see his friends. Ourself and Bushy, Bagot here and Green Observed his courtship to the common people; How he did seem to dive into their hearts With humble and familiar courtesy, What reverence he did throw away on slaves, Wooing poor craftsmen with the craft of smiles And patient underbearing of his fortune, As 'twere to banish their affects with him. Off goes his bonnet to an oyster-wench; A brace of draymen bid God speed him well And had the tribute of his supple knee, With 'Thanks, my countrymen, my loving friends;' As were our England in reversion his, And he our subjects' next degree in hope.
KING RICHARD III: Hoyday, a riddle! neither good nor bad! Why dost thou run so many mile about, When thou mayst tell thy tale a nearer way? Once more, what news?
DUKE VINCENTIO:
GLOUCESTER:
SAMPSON: A dog of the house of Montague moves me.
GLOUCESTER: Well, your imprisonment shall not be long; Meantime, have patience.
KING RICHARD II: Too well, too well thou tell'st a tale so ill. Where is the Earl of Wiltshire? where is Bagot? What is become of Bushy? where is Green? That they have let the dangerous enemy Measure our confines with such peaceful steps? If we prevail, their heads shall pay for it: I warrant they have made peace with Bolingbroke.
GLOUCESTER: The queen is valued thirty thousand strong, And Somerset, with Oxford fled to her: If she have time to breathe be well assured Her faction will be full as strong as ours.
FLORIZEL: My prettiest Perdita! But O, the thorns we stand upon! Camillo, Preserver of my father, now of me, The medicine of our house, how shall we do? We are not furnish'd like Bohemia's son, Nor shall appear in Sicilia.
JULIET: Ay, those attires are best: but, gentle nurse, I pray thee, leave me to myself to-night, For I have need of many orisons To move the heavens to smile upon my state, Which, well thou know'st, is cross, and full of sin.
MENENIUS: The senate, Coriolanus, are well pleased To make thee consul.
GLOUCESTER: Welcome, dear cousin, my thoughts' sovereign The weary way hath made you melancholy.
LADY CAPULET: What, are you busy, ho? need you my help?
Clown: Has the old man e'er a son, sir, do you hear. an't like you, sir?
DUKE VINCENTIO: Never crave him; we are definitive.
ISABELLA: And have you nuns no farther privileges?
DUKE VINCENTIO: Not a resemblance, but a certainty. Yet since I see you fearful, that neither my coat, integrity, nor persuasion can with ease attempt you, I will go further than I meant, to pluck all fears out of you. Look you, sir, here is the hand and seal of the duke: you know the character, I doubt not; and the signet is not strange to you.
LEONTES: The blessed gods Purge all infection from our air whilst you Do climate here! You have a holy father, A graceful gentleman; against whose person, So sacred as it is, I have done sin: For which the heavens, taking angry note, Have left me issueless; and your father's blest, As he from heaven merits it, with you Worthy his goodness. What might I have been, Might I a son and daughter now have look'd on, Such goodly things as you!
Apothecary: Such mortal drugs I have; but Mantua's law Is death to any he that utters them.
YORK: While we pursued the horsemen of the north, He slily stole away and left his men: Whereat the great Lord of Northumberland, Whose warlike ears could never brook retreat, Cheer'd up the drooping army; and himself, Lord Clifford and Lord Stafford, all abreast, Charged our main battle's front, and breaking in Were by the swords of common soldiers slain.
ISABELLA: True.
LEONTES: A callat Of boundless tongue, who late hath beat her husband And now baits me! This brat is none of mine; It is the issue of Polixenes: Hence with it, and together with the dam Commit them to the fire!
BISHOP OF CARLISLE: My lord, wise men ne'er sit and wail their woes, But presently prevent the ways to wail. To fear the foe, since fear oppresseth strength, Gives in your weakness strength unto your foe, And so your follies fight against yourself. Fear and be slain; no worse can come to fight: And fight and die is death destroying death; Where fearing dying pays death servile breath.
Provost: Happily You something know; yet I believe there comes No countermand; no such example have we: Besides, upon the very siege of justice Lord Angelo hath to the public ear Profess'd the contrary. This is his lordship's man.
BONA: Dear brother, how shall Bona be revenged But by thy help to this distressed queen?
ANGELO: Say you so? then I shall pose you quickly. Which had you rather, that the most just law Now took your brother's life; or, to redeem him, Give up your body to such sweet uncleanness As she that he hath stain'd?
DUCHESS OF YORK: I will be mild and gentle in my speech.
BAPTISTA: Neighbours and friends, though bride and bridegroom wants For to supply the places at the table, You know there wants no junkets at the feast. Lucentio, you shall supply the bridegroom's place: And let Bianca take her sister's room.
PERDITA: Forewarn him that he use no scurrilous words in 's tunes.
MENENIUS: Wondrous! ay, I warrant you, and not without his true purchasing.
BUCKINGHAM: He did, my gracious lord, begin that place; Which, since, succeeding ages have re-edified.
ANTONIO: We are merely cheated of our lives by drunkards: This wide-chapp'd rascal--would thou mightst lie drowning The washing of ten tides!
BENVOLIO: Tybalt, the kinsman of old Capulet, Hath sent a letter to his father's house.
Third Citizen: But this is something odd.
LEONTES: Whilst I remember Her and her virtues, I cannot forget My blemishes in them, and so still think of The wrong I did myself; which was so much, That heirless it hath made my kingdom and Destroy'd the sweet'st companion that e'er man Bred his hopes out of.
RIVERS: To whom in all this presence speaks your grace?
TYRREL: The chaplain of the Tower hath buried them; But how or in what place I do not know.
LUCIO: In any proportion or in any language.
MIRANDA: Alack, for mercy!
DUKE VINCENTIO: For which I do discharge you of your office: Give up your keys.
BUSHY: Madam, your majesty is too much sad: You promised, when you parted with the king, To lay aside life-harming heaviness And entertain a cheerful disposition.
PETRUCHIO: A match! 'tis done.
DUKE VINCENTIO: No more evasion: We have with a leaven'd and prepared choice Proceeded to you; therefore take your honours. Our haste from hence is of so quick condition That it prefers itself and leaves unquestion'd Matters of needful value. We shall write to you, As time and our concernings shall importune, How it goes with us, and do look to know What doth befall you here. So, fare you well; To the hopeful execution do I leave you Of your commissions.
CATESBY: Ay, my good lord.
ARIEL: Close by, my master.
Roman: I am a Roman; and my services are, as you are, against 'em: know you me yet?
LUCIO: O pretty Isabella, I am pale at mine heart to see thine eyes so red: thou must be patient. I am fain to dine and sup with water and bran; I dare not for my head fill my belly; one fruitful meal would set me to 't. But they say the duke will be here to-morrow. By my troth, Isabel, I loved thy brother: if the old fantastical duke of dark corners had been at home, he had lived.
KING EDWARD IV: Nay, stay, Sir John, awhile, and we'll debate By what safe means the crown may be recover'd.
TRANIO: Hush, master! here's some good pastime toward: That wench is stark mad or wonderful froward.
BAPTISTA: Is't possible you will away to-night?
GLOUCESTER: How now, my lord, what say the citizens?
QUEEN MARGARET: What, dost thou scorn me for my gentle counsel? And soothe the devil that I warn thee from? O, but remember this another day, When he shall split thy very heart with sorrow, And say poor Margaret was a prophetess! Live each of you the subjects to his hate, And he to yours, and all of you to God's!
Boatswain: Heigh, my hearts! cheerly, cheerly, my hearts! yare, yare! Take in the topsail. Tend to the master's whistle. Blow, till thou burst thy wind, if room enough!
ANTONIO: He could not miss't.
Mayor: Ay, say you so? the gates shall then be open'd.
NORTHUMBERLAND: Why, is he not with the queen?
DUCHESS OF YORK: At that sad stop, my lord, Where rude misgovern'd hands from windows' tops Threw dust and rubbish on King Richard's head.
CAMILLO: This shows a sound affection.
Mariner: I am glad at heart To be so rid o' the business.
TRANIO: Nay, then, 'tis time to stir him from his trance. I pray, awake, sir: if you love the maid, Bend thoughts and wits to achieve her. Thus it stands: Her eldest sister is so curst and shrewd That till the father rid his hands of her, Master, your love must live a maid at home; And therefore has he closely mew'd her up, Because she will not be annoy'd with suitors.
COMINIUS: You have fought together.

PAULINA: No noise, my lord; but needful conference About some gossips for your highness.

VINCENTIO: Lucentio! O, he hath murdered his master! Lay hold on him, I charge you, in the duke's name. O, my son, my son! Tell me, thou villain, where is my son Lucentio?

LEONTES: There is no truth at all i' the oracle: The sessions shall proceed: this is mere falsehood.

KING RICHARD II: What said our cousin when you parted with him?

First Citizen: Our business is not unknown to the senate; they have had inkling this fortnight what we intend to do, which now we'll show 'em in deeds. They say poor suitors have strong breaths: they shall know we have strong arms too.

Post: My sovereign liege, no letters; and few words, But such as I, without your special pardon, Dare not relate.

CLIFFORD: Chaplain, away! thy priesthood saves thy life. As for the brat of this accursed duke, Whose father slew my father, he shall die.

CORIOLANUS: By Jupiter! forgot. I am weary; yea, my memory is tired. Have we no wine here?

Shepherd: That's a good deed. If thou mayest discern by that which is left of him what he is, fetch me to the sight of him.

KING HENRY VI: The bird that hath been limed in a bush, With trembling wings misdoubteth every bush; And I, the hapless male to one sweet bird, Have now the fatal object in my eye Where my poor young was limed, was caught and kill'd.

LORD WILLOUGHBY: Nay, let us share thy thoughts, as thou dost ours.

TRANIO: If it be so, sir, that you are the man Must stead us all and me amongst the rest, And if you break the ice and do this feat, Achieve the elder, set the younger free For our access, whose hap shall be to have her Will not so graceless be to be ingrate.

CLARENCE: By heaven, I think there's no man is secure But the queen's kindred and night-walking heralds That trudge betwixt the king and Mistress Shore. Heard ye not what an humble suppliant Lord hastings was to her for his delivery?

Third Servingman: But when they shall see, sir, his crest up again, and the man in blood, they will out of their burrows, like conies after rain, and revel all with him.

DUCHESS OF YORK: What is the matter?

Clown: Ay, by any means prove a tall fellow: if I do not wonder how thou darest venture to be drunk, not being a tall fellow, trust me not. Hark! the kings and the princes, our kindred, are going to see the queen's picture. Come, follow us: we'll be thy good masters.

BUCKINGHAM: No, so God help me, they spake not a word; But, like dumb statues or breathing stones, Gazed each on other, and look'd deadly pale. Which when I saw, I reprehended them; And ask'd the mayor what meant this wilful silence: His answer was, the people were not wont To be spoke to but by the recorder. Then he was urged to tell my tale again, 'Thus saith the duke, thus hath the duke inferr'd;' But nothing spake in warrant from himself. When he had done, some followers of mine own, At the lower end of the hall, hurl'd up their caps, And some ten voices cried 'God save King Richard!' And thus I took the vantage of those few, 'Thanks, gentle citizens and friends,' quoth I; 'This general applause and loving shout Argues your wisdoms and your love to Richard:' And even here brake off, and came away.

BENVOLIO: We talk here in the public haunt of men: Either withdraw unto some private place, And reason coldly of your grievances, Or else depart; here all eyes gaze on us.

STANLEY: Stirr'd up by Dorset, Buckingham, and Ely, He makes for England, there to claim the crown.

Second Murderer: Let it go; there's few or none will entertain it.

ROMEO: Bid a sick man in sadness make his will: Ah, word ill urged to one that is so ill! In sadness, cousin, I do love a woman.

Shepherd: To the palace, an it like your worship.

ROMEO: Tybalt, the reason that I have to love thee Doth much excuse the appertaining rage To such a greeting: villain am I none; Therefore farewell; I see thou know'st me not.

LEONTES: We'll part the time between's then; and in that I'll no gainsaying.

PROSPERO: Thou most lying slave, Whom stripes may move, not kindness! I have used thee, Filth as thou art, with human care, and lodged thee In mine own cell, till thou didst seek to violate The honour of my child.

DUKE VINCENTIO: Virtue is bold, and goodness never fearful. Have you not heard speak of Mariana, the sister of Frederick the great soldier who miscarried at sea?

GLOUCESTER: Marry, and shall.

ROMEO: A torch for me: let wantons light of heart Tickle the senseless rushes with their heels, For I am proverb'd with a grandsire phrase; I'll be a candle-holder, and look on. The game was ne'er so fair, and I am done.

HASTINGS: The tender love I bear your grace, my lord, Makes me most forward in this noble presence To doom the offenders, whatsoever they be I say, my lord, they have deserved death.

RIVERS: What, marry, may she?

DUKE VINCENTIO: Convenient is it. Make a swift return; For I would commune with you of such things That want no ear but yours.

LUCENTIO: Then we are rid of Licio.

CORIOLANUS: These eyes are not the same I wore in Rome.

KING RICHARD III: Bear her my true love's kiss; and so, farewell. Relenting fool, and shallow, changing woman! How now! what news?

QUEEN ELIZABETH: Where is kind Hastings, Rivers, Vaughan, Grey?

PAULINA: 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.

TRANIO: Sir, you seem a sober ancient gentleman by your habit, but your words show you a madman. Why, sir, what 'cerns it you if I wear pearl and gold? I thank my good father, I am able to maintain it.

VOLUMNIA: I prithee now, my son, Go to them, with this bonnet in thy hand; And thus far having stretch'd it--here be with them-- Thy knee bussing the stones--for in such business Action is eloquence, and the eyes of the ignorant More learned than the ears--waving thy head, Which often, thus, correcting thy stout heart, Now humble as the ripest mulberry That will not hold the handling: or say to them, Thou art their soldier, and being bred in broils Hast not the soft way which, thou dost confess, Were fit for thee to use as they to claim, In asking their good loves, but thou wilt frame Thyself, forsooth, hereafter theirs, so far As thou hast power and person.

ROMEO: I must indeed; and therefore came I hither. Good gentle youth, tempt not a desperate man; Fly hence, and leave me: think upon these gone; Let them affright thee. I beseech thee, youth, Put not another sin upon my head, By urging me to fury: O, be gone! By heaven, I love thee better than myself; For I come hither arm'd against myself: Stay not, be gone; live, and hereafter say, A madman's mercy bade thee run away.

KING RICHARD II: He is our cousin, cousin; but 'tis doubt, When time shall call him home from banishment, Whether our kinsman come to see his friends. Ourself and Bushy, Bagot here and Green Observed his courtship to the common people; How he did seem to dive into their hearts With humble and familiar courtesy, What reverence he did throw away on slaves, Wooing poor craftsmen with the craft of smiles And patient underbearing of his fortune, As 'twere to banish their affects with him. Off goes his bonnet to an oyster-wench; A brace of draymen bid God speed him well And had the tribute of his supple knee, With 'Thanks, my countrymen, my loving friends;' As were our England in reversion his, And he our subjects' next degree in hope.

KING RICHARD III: Hoyday, a riddle! neither good nor bad! Why dost thou run so many mile about, When thou mayst tell thy tale a nearer way? Once more, what news?

DUKE VINCENTIO:

GLOUCESTER:

SAMPSON: A dog of the house of Montague moves me.

GLOUCESTER: Well, your imprisonment shall not be long; Meantime, have patience.

KING RICHARD II: Too well, too well thou tell'st a tale so ill. Where is the Earl of Wiltshire? where is Bagot? What is become of Bushy? where is Green? That they have let the dangerous enemy Measure our confines with such peaceful steps? If we prevail, their heads shall pay for it: I warrant they have made peace with Bolingbroke.

GLOUCESTER: The queen is valued thirty thousand strong, And Somerset, with Oxford fled to her: If she have time to breathe be well assured Her faction will be full as strong as ours.

FLORIZEL: My prettiest Perdita! But O, the thorns we stand upon! Camillo, Preserver of my father, now of me, The medicine of our house, how shall we do? We are not furnish'd like Bohemia's son, Nor shall appear in Sicilia.

JULIET: Ay, those attires are best: but, gentle nurse, I pray thee, leave me to myself to-night, For I have need of many orisons To move the heavens to smile upon my state, Which, well thou know'st, is cross, and full of sin.

MENENIUS: The senate, Coriolanus, are well pleased To make thee consul.

GLOUCESTER: Welcome, dear cousin, my thoughts' sovereign The weary way hath made you melancholy.

LADY CAPULET: What, are you busy, ho? need you my help?

Clown: Has the old man e'er a son, sir, do you hear. an't like you, sir?

DUKE VINCENTIO: Never crave him; we are definitive.

ISABELLA: And have you nuns no farther privileges?

DUKE VINCENTIO: Not a resemblance, but a certainty. Yet since I see you fearful, that neither my coat, integrity, nor persuasion can with ease attempt you, I will go further than I meant, to pluck all fears out of you. Look you, sir, here is the hand and seal of the duke: you know the character, I doubt not; and the signet is not strange to you.

LEONTES: The blessed gods Purge all infection from our air whilst you Do climate here! You have a holy father, A graceful gentleman; against whose person, So sacred as it is, I have done sin: For which the heavens, taking angry note, Have left me issueless; and your father's blest, As he from heaven merits it, with you Worthy his goodness. What might I have been, Might I a son and daughter now have look'd on, Such goodly things as you!

Apothecary: Such mortal drugs I have; but Mantua's law Is death to any he that utters them.

YORK: While we pursued the horsemen of the north, He slily stole away and left his men: Whereat the great Lord of Northumberland, Whose warlike ears could never brook retreat, Cheer'd up the drooping army; and himself, Lord Clifford and Lord Stafford, all abreast, Charged our main battle's front, and breaking in Were by the swords of common soldiers slain.

ISABELLA: True.

LEONTES: A callat Of boundless tongue, who late hath beat her husband And now baits me! This brat is none of mine; It is the issue of Polixenes: Hence with it, and together with the dam Commit them to the fire!

BISHOP OF CARLISLE: My lord, wise men ne'er sit and wail their woes, But presently prevent the ways to wail. To fear the foe, since fear oppresseth strength, Gives in your weakness strength unto your foe, And so your follies fight against yourself. Fear and be slain; no worse can come to fight: And fight and die is death destroying death; Where fearing dying pays death servile breath.

Provost: Happily You something know; yet I believe there comes No countermand; no such example have we: Besides, upon the very siege of justice Lord Angelo hath to the public ear Profess'd the contrary. This is his lordship's man.

BONA: Dear brother, how shall Bona be revenged But by thy help to this distressed queen?

ANGELO: Say you so? then I shall pose you quickly. Which had you rather, that the most just law Now took your brother's life; or, to redeem him, Give up your body to such sweet uncleanness As she that he hath stain'd?

DUCHESS OF YORK: I will be mild and gentle in my speech.

BAPTISTA: Neighbours and friends, though bride and bridegroom wants For to supply the places at the table, You know there wants no junkets at the feast. Lucentio, you shall supply the bridegroom's place: And let Bianca take her sister's room.

PERDITA: Forewarn him that he use no scurrilous words in 's tunes.

MENENIUS: Wondrous! ay, I warrant you, and not without his true purchasing.

BUCKINGHAM: He did, my gracious lord, begin that place; Which, since, succeeding ages have re-edified.

ANTONIO: We are merely cheated of our lives by drunkards: This wide-chapp'd rascal--would thou mightst lie drowning The washing of ten tides!

BENVOLIO: Tybalt, the kinsman of old Capulet, Hath sent a letter to his father's house.

Third Citizen: But this is something odd.

LEONTES: Whilst I remember Her and her virtues, I cannot forget My blemishes in them, and so still think of The wrong I did myself; which was so much, That heirless it hath made my kingdom and Destroy'd the sweet'st companion that e'er man Bred his hopes out of.

RIVERS: To whom in all this presence speaks your grace?

TYRREL: The chaplain of the Tower hath buried them; But how or in what place I do not know.

LUCIO: In any proportion or in any language.

MIRANDA: Alack, for mercy!

DUKE VINCENTIO: For which I do discharge you of your office: Give up your keys.

BUSHY: Madam, your majesty is too much sad: You promised, when you parted with the king, To lay aside life-harming heaviness And entertain a cheerful disposition.

PETRUCHIO: A match! 'tis done.

DUKE VINCENTIO: No more evasion: We have with a leaven'd and prepared choice Proceeded to you; therefore take your honours. Our haste from hence is of so quick condition That it prefers itself and leaves unquestion'd Matters of needful value. We shall write to you, As time and our concernings shall importune, How it goes with us, and do look to know What doth befall you here. So, fare you well; To the hopeful execution do I leave you Of your commissions.

CATESBY: Ay, my good lord.

ARIEL: Close by, my master.

Roman: I am a Roman; and my services are, as you are, against 'em: know you me yet?

LUCIO: O pretty Isabella, I am pale at mine heart to see thine eyes so red: thou must be patient. I am fain to dine and sup with water and bran; I dare not for my head fill my belly; one fruitful meal would set me to 't. But they say the duke will be here to-morrow. By my troth, Isabel, I loved thy brother: if the old fantastical duke of dark corners had been at home, he had lived.

KING EDWARD IV: Nay, stay, Sir John, awhile, and we'll debate By what safe means the crown may be recover'd.

TRANIO: Hush, master! here's some good pastime toward: That wench is stark mad or wonderful froward.

BAPTISTA: Is't possible you will away to-night?

GLOUCESTER: How now, my lord, what say the citizens?

QUEEN MARGARET: What, dost thou scorn me for my gentle counsel? And soothe the devil that I warn thee from? O, but remember this another day, When he shall split thy very heart with sorrow, And say poor Margaret was a prophetess! Live each of you the subjects to his hate, And he to yours, and all of you to God's!

Boatswain: Heigh, my hearts! cheerly, cheerly, my hearts! yare, yare! Take in the topsail. Tend to the master's whistle. Blow, till thou burst thy wind, if room enough!

ANTONIO: He could not miss't.

Mayor: Ay, say you so? the gates shall then be open'd.

NORTHUMBERLAND: Why, is he not with the queen?

DUCHESS OF YORK: At that sad stop, my lord, Where rude misgovern'd hands from windows' tops Threw dust and rubbish on King Richard's head.

CAMILLO: This shows a sound affection.

Mariner: I am glad at heart To be so rid o' the business.

TRANIO: Nay, then, 'tis time to stir him from his trance. I pray, awake, sir: if you love the maid, Bend thoughts and wits to achieve her. Thus it stands: Her eldest sister is so curst and shrewd That till the father rid his hands of her, Master, your love must live a maid at home; And therefore has he closely mew'd her up, Because she will not be annoy'd with suitors.

COMINIUS: You have fought together.