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1

Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 2]

Domitius Enobarus

684

I shall entreat him
To answer like himself: if Caesar move him,
Let Antony look over Caesar's head
And speak as loud as Mars. By Jupiter,
Were I the wearer of Antonius' beard,
I would not shave't to-day.

2

Antony and Cleopatra
[III, 2]

Domitius Enobarus

1602

Caesar? Why, he's the Jupiter of men.

3

Antony and Cleopatra
[III, 2]

Agrippa

1603

What's Antony? The god of Jupiter.

4

As You Like It
[II, 4]

Rosalind

723

O Jupiter, how weary are my spirits!

5

As You Like It
[III, 2]

Rosalind

1267

O most gentle Jupiter! What tedious homily of love have
you wearied your parishioners withal, and never cried 'Have
patience, good people.'

6

Coriolanus
[I, 3]

Virgilia

401

His bloody brow! O Jupiter, no blood!

7

Coriolanus
[I, 9]

Coriolanus

870

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

8

Coriolanus
[II, 1]

Menenius Agrippa

1022

Take my cap, Jupiter, and I thank thee. Hoo!
CORIOLANUS coming home!

9

Coriolanus
[IV, 5]

Tullus Aufidius

2868

O CORIOLANUS, CORIOLANUS!
Each word thou hast spoke hath weeded from my heart
A root of ancient envy. If Jupiter
Should from yond cloud speak divine things,
And say 'Tis true,' I'ld not believe them more
Than thee, all noble CORIOLANUS. Let me twine
Mine arms about that body, where against
My grained ash an hundred times hath broke
And scarr'd the moon with splinters: here I clip
The anvil of my sword, and do contest
As hotly and as nobly with thy love
As ever in ambitious strength I did
Contend against thy valour. Know thou first,
I loved the maid I married; never man
Sigh'd truer breath; but that I see thee here,
Thou noble thing! more dances my rapt heart
Than when I first my wedded mistress saw
Bestride my threshold. Why, thou Mars! I tell thee,
We have a power on foot; and I had purpose
Once more to hew thy target from thy brawn,
Or lose mine arm fort: thou hast beat me out
Twelve several times, and I have nightly since
Dreamt of encounters 'twixt thyself and me;
We have been down together in my sleep,
Unbuckling helms, fisting each other's throat,
And waked half dead with nothing. Worthy CORIOLANUS,
Had we no quarrel else to Rome, but that
Thou art thence banish'd, we would muster all
From twelve to seventy, and pouring war
Into the bowels of ungrateful Rome,
Like a bold flood o'er-bear. O, come, go in,
And take our friendly senators by the hands;
Who now are here, taking their leaves of me,
Who am prepared against your territories,
Though not for Rome itself.

10

Cymbeline
[II, 3]

Imogen

1125

Profane fellow
Wert thou the son of Jupiter and no more
But what thou art besides, thou wert too base
To be his groom: thou wert dignified enough,
Even to the point of envy, if 'twere made
Comparative for your virtues, to be styled
The under-hangman of his kingdom, and hated
For being preferred so well.

11

Cymbeline
[II, 4]

Iachimo

1326

By Jupiter, I had it from her arm.

12

Cymbeline
[II, 4]

Posthumus Leonatus

1327

Hark you, he swears; by Jupiter he swears.
'Tis true:—nay, keep the ring—'tis true: I am sure
She would not lose it: her attendants are
All sworn and honourable:—they induced to steal it!
And by a stranger!—No, he hath enjoyed her:
The cognizance of her incontinency
Is this: she hath bought the name of whore
thus dearly.
There, take thy hire; and all the fiends of hell
Divide themselves between you!

13

Cymbeline
[III, 5]

Cloten

2052

Where is thy lady? Or, by Jupiter,—
I will not ask again. Close villain,
I'll have this secret from thy heart, or rip
Thy heart to find it. Is she with Posthumus?
From whose so many weights of baseness cannot
A dram of worth be drawn.

14

Cymbeline
[III, 6]

Belarius

2192

By Jupiter, an angel! or, if not,
An earthly paragon! Behold divineness
No elder than a boy!

15

Cymbeline
[V, 3]

First British Captain

3116

Great Jupiter be praised! Lucius is taken.
'Tis thought the old man and his sons were angels.

16

Cymbeline
[V, 4]

First Brother

3222

Like hardiment Posthumus hath
To Cymbeline perform'd:
Then, Jupiter, thou king of gods,
Why hast thou thus adjourn'd
The graces for his merits due,
Being all to dolours turn'd?

17

Cymbeline
[V, 4]

Mother

3232

Since, Jupiter, our son is good,
Take off his miseries.

18

Cymbeline
[V, 4]

Second Brother

3238

[with First Brother] Help, Jupiter; or we appeal,
And from thy justice fly.
[Jupiter descends in thunder and lightning, sitting]
upon an eagle: he throws a thunderbolt. The
Apparitions fall on their knees]

19

Cymbeline
[V, 4]

All

3271

Thanks, Jupiter!

20

Cymbeline
[V, 5]

Posthumus Leonatus

3893

Your servant, princes. Good my lord of Rome,
Call forth your soothsayer: as I slept, methought
Great Jupiter, upon his eagle back'd,
Appear'd to me, with other spritely shows
Of mine own kindred: when I waked, I found
This label on my bosom; whose containing
Is so from sense in hardness, that I can
Make no collection of it: let him show
His skill in the construction.