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Work
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are treated as single work with 154 parts.
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the character name is "Poet."
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Hamlet
[III, 1] |
Claudius |
1715 |
Sweet Gertrude, leave us too;
For we have closely sent for Hamlet hither,
That he, as 'twere by accident, may here
Affront Ophelia.
Her father and myself (lawful espials)
Will so bestow ourselves that, seeing unseen,
We may of their encounter frankly judge
And gather by him, as he is behav'd,
If't be th' affliction of his love, or no,
That thus he suffers for.
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2 |
Hamlet
[V, 2] |
Hamlet |
3891 |
I embrace it freely,
And will this brother's wager frankly play.
Give us the foils. Come on.
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3 |
Henry VIII
[II, 1] |
Sir Thomas Lovell |
913 |
I do beseech your grace, for charity,
If ever any malice in your heart
Were hid against me, now to forgive me frankly.
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4 |
Macbeth
[I, 4] |
Malcolm |
278 |
My liege,
They are not yet come back. But I have spoke
With one that saw him die: who did report
That very frankly he confess'd his treasons,
Implored your highness' pardon and set forth
A deep repentance: nothing in his life
Became him like the leaving it; he died
As one that had been studied in his death
To throw away the dearest thing he owed,
As 'twere a careless trifle.
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5 |
Measure for Measure
[III, 1] |
Isabella |
1337 |
O, were it but my life,
I'ld throw it down for your deliverance
As frankly as a pin.
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6 |
Othello
[II, 3] |
Cassio |
1449 |
It hath pleased the devil drunkenness to give place
to the devil wrath; one unperfectness shows me
another, to make me frankly despise myself.
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7 |
Timon of Athens
[II, 2] |
Timon |
865 |
Come, sermon me no further:
No villanous bounty yet hath pass'd my heart;
Unwisely, not ignobly, have I given.
Why dost thou weep? Canst thou the conscience lack,
To think I shall lack friends? Secure thy heart;
If I would broach the vessels of my love,
And try the argument of hearts by borrowing,
Men and men's fortunes could I frankly use
As I can bid thee speak.
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8 |
Titus Andronicus
[I, 1] |
Bassianus |
460 |
My lord, what I have done, as best I may,
Answer I must and shall do with my life.
Only thus much I give your grace to know:
By all the duties that I owe to Rome,
This noble gentleman, Lord Titus here,
Is in opinion and in honour wrong'd;
That in the rescue of Lavinia
With his own hand did slay his youngest son,
In zeal to you and highly moved to wrath
To be controll'd in that he frankly gave:
Receive him, then, to favor, Saturnine,
That hath express'd himself in all his deeds
A father and a friend to thee and Rome.
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Troilus and Cressida
[I, 3] |
Agamemnon |
712 |
Speak frankly as the wind;
It is not Agamemnon's sleeping hour:
That thou shalt know. Trojan, he is awake,
He tells thee so himself.
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10 |
Troilus and Cressida
[V, 8] |
Achilles |
3609 |
The dragon wing of night o'erspreads the earth,
And, stickler-like, the armies separates.
My half-supp'd sword, that frankly would have fed,
Pleased with this dainty bait, thus goes to bed.
[Sheathes his sword]
Come, tie his body to my horse's tail;
Along the field I will the Trojan trail.
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