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Give you a reason on compulsion! If reasons were as plentiful as blackberries, I would give no man a reason upon compulsion, I.

— King Henry IV. Part I, Act II Scene 4

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KEYWORD: villain

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1	Antony and Cleopatra [II, 5]	Cleopatra	1082	Antonius dead!—If thou say so, villain, Thou kill'st thy mistress: but well and free, If thou so yield him, there is gold, and here My bluest veins to kiss; a hand that kings Have lipp'd, and trembled kissing.
2	Antony and Cleopatra [II, 5]	Cleopatra	1129	What say you? Hence, [Strikes him again] Horrible villain! or I'll spurn thine eyes Like balls before me; I'll unhair thy head: [She hales him up and down] Thou shalt be whipp'd with wire, and stew'd in brine, Smarting in lingering pickle.
3	Antony and Cleopatra [IV, 6]	Domitius Enobarus	2742	I am alone the villain of the earth, And feel I am so most. O Antony, Thou mine of bounty, how wouldst thou have paid My better service, when my turpitude Thou dost so crown with gold! This blows my heart: If swift thought break it not, a swifter mean Shall outstrike thought: but thought will do't, I feel. I fight against thee! No: I will go seek Some ditch wherein to die; the foul'st best fits My latter part of life.
4	Antony and Cleopatra [V, 2]	Cleopatra	3573	See, Caesar! O, behold, How pomp is follow'd! mine will now be yours; And, should we shift estates, yours would be mine. The ingratitude of this Seleucus does Even make me wild: O slave, of no more trust Than love that's hired! What, goest thou back? thou shalt Go back, I warrant thee; but I'll catch thine eyes, Though they had wings: slave, soulless villain, dog! O rarely base!

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