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Winter's Tale
[I, 2] |
Hermione |
104 |
Nay, but you will?
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2 |
Winter's Tale
[I, 2] |
Hermione |
162 |
What! have I twice said well? when was't before?
I prithee tell me; cram's with praise, and make's
As fat as tame things: one good deed dying tongueless
Slaughters a thousand waiting upon that.
Our praises are our wages: you may ride's
With one soft kiss a thousand furlongs ere
With spur we beat an acre. But to the goal:
My last good deed was to entreat his stay:
What was my first? it has an elder sister,
Or I mistake you: O, would her name were Grace!
But once before I spoke to the purpose: when?
Nay, let me have't; I long.
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3 |
Winter's Tale
[I, 2] |
Leontes |
264 |
To your own bents dispose you: you'll be found,
Be you beneath the sky.
[Aside]
I am angling now,
Though you perceive me not how I give line.
Go to, go to!
How she holds up the neb, the bill to him!
And arms her with the boldness of a wife
To her allowing husband!
[Exeunt POLIXENES, HERMIONE, and Attendants]
Gone already!
Inch-thick, knee-deep, o'er head and
ears a fork'd one!
Go, play, boy, play: thy mother plays, and I
Play too, but so disgraced a part, whose issue
Will hiss me to my grave: contempt and clamour
Will be my knell. Go, play, boy, play.
There have been,
Or I am much deceived, cuckolds ere now;
And many a man there is, even at this present,
Now while I speak this, holds his wife by the arm,
That little thinks she has been sluiced in's absence
And his pond fish'd by his next neighbour, by
Sir Smile, his neighbour: nay, there's comfort in't
Whiles other men have gates and those gates open'd,
As mine, against their will. Should all despair
That have revolted wives, the tenth of mankind
Would hang themselves. Physic for't there is none;
It is a bawdy planet, that will strike
Where 'tis predominant; and 'tis powerful, think it,
From east, west, north and south: be it concluded,
No barricado for a belly; know't;
It will let in and out the enemy
With bag and baggage: many thousand on's
Have the disease, and feel't not. How now, boy!
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Winter's Tale
[I, 2] |
Camillo |
539 |
He thinks, nay, with all confidence he swears,
As he had seen't or been an instrument
To vice you to't, that you have touch'd his queen
Forbiddenly.
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5 |
Winter's Tale
[I, 2] |
Polixenes |
543 |
O, then my best blood turn
To an infected jelly and my name
Be yoked with his that did betray the Best!
Turn then my freshest reputation to
A savour that may strike the dullest nostril
Where I arrive, and my approach be shunn'd,
Nay, hated too, worse than the great'st infection
That e'er was heard or read!
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6 |
Winter's Tale
[II, 1] |
Mamillius |
615 |
Nay, that's a mock: I have seen a lady's nose
That has been blue, but not her eyebrows.
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7 |
Winter's Tale
[II, 1] |
Hermione |
635 |
Nay, come, sit down; then on.
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8 |
Winter's Tale
[II, 3] |
Paulina |
958 |
Nay, rather, good my lords, be second to me:
Fear you his tyrannous passion more, alas,
Than the queen's life? a gracious innocent soul,
More free than he is jealous.
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Winter's Tale
[II, 3] |
Paulina |
1048 |
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!
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10 |
Winter's Tale
[IV, 4] |
Camillo |
2582 |
Nay, but my letters, by this means being there
So soon as you arrive, shall clear that doubt.
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11 |
Winter's Tale
[IV, 4] |
Camillo |
2606 |
Nay, prithee, dispatch: the gentleman is half
flayed already.
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12 |
Winter's Tale
[IV, 4] |
Camillo |
2630 |
Nay, you shall have no hat.
[Giving it to PERDITA]
Come, lady, come. Farewell, my friend.
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13 |
Winter's Tale
[IV, 4] |
Old Shepherd |
2667 |
Nay, but hear me.
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14 |
Winter's Tale
[IV, 4] |
Clown |
2668 |
Nay, but hear me.
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15 |
Winter's Tale
[V, 3] |
Paulina |
3408 |
Music, awake her; strike!
[Music]
'Tis time; descend; be stone no more; approach;
Strike all that look upon with marvel. Come,
I'll fill your grave up: stir, nay, come away,
Bequeath to death your numbness, for from him
Dear life redeems you. You perceive she stirs:
[HERMIONE comes down]
Start not; her actions shall be holy as
You hear my spell is lawful: do not shun her
Until you see her die again; for then
You kill her double. Nay, present your hand:
When she was young you woo'd her; now in age
Is she become the suitor?
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