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Comedy of Errors
[II, 2] |
Adriana |
593 |
Come, come, no longer will I be a fool,
To put the finger in the eye and weep,
Whilst man and master laugh my woes to scorn.
Come, sir, to dinner. Dromio, keep the gate.
Husband, I'll dine above with you to-day
And shrive you of a thousand idle pranks.
Sirrah, if any ask you for your master,
Say he dines forth, and let no creature enter.
Come, sister. Dromio, play the porter well.
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2 |
Comedy of Errors
[II, 2] |
Dromio of Syracuse |
607 |
Master, shall I be porter at the gate?
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3 |
Comedy of Errors
[III, 1] |
Dromio of Ephesus |
651 |
What patch is made our porter? My master stays in
the street.
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4 |
Comedy of Errors
[III, 1] |
Dromio of Syracuse |
662 |
[Within] The porter for this time, sir, and my name
is Dromio.
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5 |
Coriolanus
[IV, 5] |
Second Servingman |
2767 |
Whence are you, sir? Has the porter his eyes in his
head; that he gives entrance to such companions?
Pray, get you out.
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6 |
Coriolanus
[IV, 5] |
Third Servingman |
2961 |
Why, he is so made on here within, as if he were son
and heir to Mars; set at upper end o' the table; no
question asked him by any of the senators, but they
stand bald before him: our general himself makes a
mistress of him: sanctifies himself with's hand and
turns up the white o' the eye to his discourse. But
the bottom of the news is that our general is cut i'
the middle and but one half of what he was
yesterday; for the other has half, by the entreaty
and grant of the whole table. He'll go, he says,
and sowl the porter of Rome gates by the ears: he
will mow all down before him, and leave his passage polled.
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7 |
Henry IV, Part II
[I, 1] |
Lord Bardolph |
44 |
Who keeps the gate here, ho? [The PORTER opens the gate]
Where is the Earl?
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8 |
Henry IV, Part II
[I, 1] |
Lord Bardolph |
53 |
Here comes the Earl. Exit PORTER
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9 |
Henry VI, Part I
[II, 3] |
(stage directions) |
825 |
[Enter the COUNTESS and her Porter]
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10 |
Henry VI, Part I
[II, 3] |
Countess of Auvergne |
826 |
Porter, remember what I gave in charge;
And when you have done so, bring the keys to me.
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11 |
Henry VI, Part I
[II, 3] |
(stage directions) |
861 |
[Re-enter Porter with keys]
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12 |
Henry VIII
[V, 4] |
(stage directions) |
3268 |
[Noise and tumult within. Enter Porter and his Man]
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13 |
Henry VIII
[V, 4] |
Porter |
3269 |
You'll leave your noise anon, ye rascals: do you
take the court for Paris-garden? ye rude slaves,
leave your gaping.
[Within]
Good master porter, I belong to the larder.
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14 |
Henry VIII
[V, 4] |
Man |
3291 |
I am not Samson, nor Sir Guy, nor Colbrand,
To mow 'em down before me: but if I spared any
That had a head to hit, either young or old,
He or she, cuckold or cuckold-maker,
Let me ne'er hope to see a chine again
And that I would not for a cow, God save her!
[Within]
Do you hear, master porter?
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15 |
King Lear
[III, 7] |
Earl of Gloucester |
2185 |
Because I would not see thy cruel nails
Pluck out his poor old eyes; nor thy fierce sister
In his anointed flesh stick boarish fangs.
The sea, with such a storm as his bare head
In hell-black night endur'd, would have buoy'd up
And quench'd the steeled fires.
Yet, poor old heart, he holp the heavens to rain.
If wolves had at thy gate howl'd that stern time,
Thou shouldst have said, 'Good porter, turn the key.'
All cruels else subscrib'd. But I shall see
The winged vengeance overtake such children.
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16 |
Love's Labour's Lost
[I, 2] |
Moth |
373 |
Samson, master: he was a man of good carriage, great
carriage, for he carried the town-gates on his back
like a porter: and he was in love.
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17 |
Macbeth
[II, 3] |
(stage directions) |
746 |
[Knocking within. Enter a Porter]
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Macbeth
[II, 3] |
Porter |
747 |
Here's a knocking indeed! If a
man were porter of hell-gate, he should have
old turning the key.
[Knocking within]
Knock,
knock, knock! Who's there, i' the name of
Beelzebub? Here's a farmer, that hanged
himself on the expectation of plenty: come in
time; have napkins enow about you; here
you'll sweat for't.
[Knocking within]
Knock,
knock! Who's there, in the other devil's
name? Faith, here's an equivocator, that could
swear in both the scales against either scale;
who committed treason enough for God's sake,
yet could not equivocate to heaven: O, come
in, equivocator.
[Knocking within]
Knock,
knock, knock! Who's there? Faith, here's an
English tailor come hither, for stealing out of
a French hose: come in, tailor; here you may
roast your goose.
[Knocking within]
Knock,
knock; never at quiet! What are you? But
this place is too cold for hell. I'll devil-porter
it no further: I had thought to have let in
some of all professions that go the primrose
way to the everlasting bonfire.
[Knocking within]
Anon, anon! I pray you, remember the porter.
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19 |
Merry Wives of Windsor
[II, 2] |
Falstaff |
967 |
Sir, I know not how I may deserve to be your porter.
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20 |
Romeo and Juliet
[I, 5] |
First Servant |
623 |
Away with the joint-stools, remove the
court-cupboard, look to the plate. Good thou, save
me a piece of marchpane; and, as thou lovest me, let
the porter let in Susan Grindstone and Nell.
Antony, and Potpan!
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