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Upon such sacrifices, my Cordelia,
The gods themselves throw incense.

      — King Lear, Act V Scene 3

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KEYWORD: gaol

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1

Much Ado about Nothing
[III, 5]

Dogberry

1633

Go, good partner, go, get you to Francis Seacole;
bid him bring his pen and inkhorn to the gaol: we
are now to examination these men.

2

Much Ado about Nothing
[III, 5]

Dogberry

1637

We will spare for no wit, I warrant you; here's
that shall drive some of them to a non-come: only
get the learned writer to set down our
excommunication and meet me at the gaol.

3

Sonnet 133

Shakespeare

1850

Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan
For that deep wound it gives my friend and me!
Is't not enough to torture me alone,
But slave to slavery my sweet'st friend must be?
Me from myself thy cruel eye hath taken,
And my next self thou harder hast engross'd:
Of him, myself, and thee, I am forsaken;
A torment thrice threefold thus to be cross'd.
Prison my heart in thy steel bosom's ward,
But then my friend's heart let my poor heart bail;
Whoe'er keeps me, let my heart be his guard;
Thou canst not then use rigor in my gaol:
And yet thou wilt; for I, being pent in thee,
Perforce am thine, and all that is in me.

4

Taming of the Shrew
[V, 1]

Tranio

2427

Call forth an officer.
[Enter one with an OFFICER]
Carry this mad knave to the gaol. Father Baptista, I charge you
see that he be forthcoming.

5

Taming of the Shrew
[V, 1]

Vincentio

2431

Carry me to the gaol!

6

Taming of the Shrew
[V, 1]

Baptista Minola

2440

Away with the dotard; to the gaol with him!

7

Taming of the Shrew
[V, 1]

Vincentio

2468

I'll slit the villain's nose that would have sent me to
the gaol.

8

Timon of Athens
[III, 4]

Timon

1257

What, are my doors opposed against my passage?
Have I been ever free, and must my house
Be my retentive enemy, my gaol?
The place which I have feasted, does it now,
Like all mankind, show me an iron heart?

9

Venus and Adonis

Shakespeare

381

Full gently now she takes him by the hand,
A lily prison'd in a gaol of snow,
Or ivory in an alabaster band;
So white a friend engirts so white a foe:
This beauteous combat, wilful and unwilling,
Show'd like two silver doves that sit a-billing.

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