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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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All's Well That Ends Well
[I, 1] |
Parolles |
153 |
Let me see: marry, ill, to like him that ne'er it
likes. 'Tis a commodity will lose the gloss with
lying; the longer kept, the less worth: off with 't
while 'tis vendible; answer the time of request.
Virginity, like an old courtier, wears her cap out
of fashion: richly suited, but unsuitable: just
like the brooch and the tooth-pick, which wear not
now. Your date is better in your pie and your
porridge than in your cheek; and your virginity,
your old virginity, is like one of our French
withered pears, it looks ill, it eats drily; marry,
'tis a withered pear; it was formerly better;
marry, yet 'tis a withered pear: will you anything with it?
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2 |
Comedy of Errors
[II, 2] |
Dromio of Syracuse |
485 |
The one, to save the money that he spends in
trimming; the other, that at dinner they should not
drop in his porridge.
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3 |
Henry VI, Part I
[I, 2] |
Duke of Alencon |
199 |
They want their porridge and their fat bull-beeves:
Either they must be dieted like mules
And have their provender tied to their mouths
Or piteous they will look, like drowned mice.
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4 |
King Lear
[III, 4] |
Edgar |
1852 |
Who gives anything to poor Tom? whom the foul fiend hath led
through fire and through flame, through ford and whirlpool, o'er
bog and quagmire; that hath laid knives under his pillow and
halters in his pew, set ratsbane by his porridge, made him proud
of heart, to ride on a bay trotting horse over four-inch'd
bridges, to course his own shadow for a traitor. Bless thy five
wits! Tom 's acold. O, do de, do de, do de. Bless thee from
whirlwinds, star-blasting, and taking! Do poor Tom some charity,
whom the foul fiend vexes. There could I have him now- and there-
and there again- and there!
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5 |
Love's Labour's Lost
[I, 1] |
Costard |
294 |
I had rather pray a month with mutton and porridge.
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6 |
Merry Wives of Windsor
[III, 1] |
Sir Hugh Evans |
1252 |
Got's will, and his passion of my heart! I had as
lief you would tell me of a mess of porridge.
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7 |
Tempest
[II, 1] |
Sebastian |
716 |
He receives comfort like cold porridge.
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8 |
Troilus and Cressida
[I, 2] |
Pandarus |
391 |
Asses, fools, dolts! chaff and bran, chaff and bran!
porridge after meat! I could live and die i' the
eyes of Troilus. Ne'er look, ne'er look: the eagles
are gone: crows and daws, crows and daws! I had
rather be such a man as Troilus than Agamemnon and
all Greece.
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