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I am a man
More sinn'd against than sinning.

      — King Lear, Act III Scene 2

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1

All's Well That Ends Well
[III, 6]

First Lord

1772

A pox on't, let it go; 'tis but a drum.

2

All's Well That Ends Well
[IV, 3]

Bertram

2345

For this description of thine honesty? A pox upon
him for me, he's more and more a cat.

3

All's Well That Ends Well
[IV, 3]

Bertram

2357

A pox on him, he's a cat still.

4

Cymbeline
[II, 1]

Cloten

868

I am not vexed more at any thing in the earth: a
pox on't! I had rather not be so noble as I am;
they dare not fight with me, because of the queen my
mother: every Jack-slave hath his bellyful of
fighting, and I must go up and down like a cock that
nobody can match.

5

Hamlet
[III, 2]

Hamlet

2144

So you must take your husbands.- Begin, murtherer. Pox, leave
thy damnable faces, and begin! Come, the croaking raven doth
bellow for revenge.
Luc. Thoughts black, hands apt, drugs fit, and time agreeing; Confederate season, else no creature seeing; Thou mixture rank, of midnight weeds collected, With Hecate's ban thrice blasted, thrice infected, Thy natural magic and dire property On wholesome life usurp immediately.

6

Henry IV, Part I
[I, 2]

Henry V

157

Why, what a pox have I to do with my hostess of the tavern?

7

Henry IV, Part II
[I, 2]

Falstaff

575

If I do, fillip me with a three-man beetle. A man can
more separate age and covetousness than 'a can part young
and lechery; but the gout galls the one, and the pox pinches
other; and so both the degrees prevent my curses. Boy!

8

Henry IV, Part II
[I, 2]

Falstaff

585

I can get no remedy against this consumption of the
purse; borrowing only lingers and lingers it out, but the
is incurable. Go bear this letter to my Lord of Lancaster;
to the Prince; this to the Earl of Westmoreland; and this to
Mistress Ursula, whom I have weekly sworn to marry since I
perceiv'd the first white hair of my chin. About it; you know
where to find me. [Exit PAGE] A pox of this gout! or, a
this pox! for the one or the other plays the rogue with my
toe. 'Tis no matter if I do halt; I have the wars for my
and my pension shall seem the more reasonable. A good wit
make use of anything. I will turn diseases to commodity.

9

Henry IV, Part II
[II, 4]

Doll Tearsheet

1279

A pox damn you, you muddy rascal! Is that all the comfort
give me?

10

Henry V
[III, 7]

Constable of France

1747

Well placed: there stands your friend for the
devil: have at the very eye of that proverb with 'A
pox of the devil.'

11

Love's Labour's Lost
[V, 2]

Katharine

1927

A pox of that jest! and I beshrew all shrows.

12

Measure for Measure
[IV, 3]

Barnardine

2141

[Within] A pox o' your throats! Who makes that
noise there? What are you?

13

Measure for Measure
[V, 1]

Lucio

2766

Come, sir; come, sir; come, sir; foh, sir! Why, you
bald-pated, lying rascal, you must be hooded, must
you? Show your knave's visage, with a pox to you!
show your sheep-biting face, and be hanged an hour!
Will't not off?

14

Othello
[I, 3]

Iago

693

It is merely a lust of the blood and a permission of
the will. Come, be a man. Drown thyself! drown
cats and blind puppies. I have professed me thy
friend and I confess me knit to thy deserving with
cables of perdurable toughness; I could never
better stead thee than now. Put money in thy
purse; follow thou the wars; defeat thy favour with
an usurped beard; I say, put money in thy purse. It
cannot be that Desdemona should long continue her
love to the Moor,— put money in thy purse,—nor he
his to her: it was a violent commencement, and thou
shalt see an answerable sequestration:—put but
money in thy purse. These Moors are changeable in
their wills: fill thy purse with money:—the food
that to him now is as luscious as locusts, shall be
to him shortly as bitter as coloquintida. She must
change for youth: when she is sated with his body,
she will find the error of her choice: she must
have change, she must: therefore put money in thy
purse. If thou wilt needs damn thyself, do it a
more delicate way than drowning. Make all the money
thou canst: if sanctimony and a frail vow betwixt
an erring barbarian and a supersubtle Venetian not
too hard for my wits and all the tribe of hell, thou
shalt enjoy her; therefore make money. A pox of
drowning thyself! it is clean out of the way: seek
thou rather to be hanged in compassing thy joy than
to be drowned and go without her.

15

Pericles
[IV, 6]

Pandar

1959

Now, the pox upon her green-sickness for me!

16

Pericles
[IV, 6]

Bawd

1960

'Faith, there's no way to be rid on't but by the
way to the pox. Here comes the Lord Lysimachus disguised.

17

Romeo and Juliet
[II, 4]

Mercutio

1187

The pox of such antic, lisping, affecting
fantasticoes; these new tuners of accents! 'By Jesu,
a very good blade! a very tall man! a very good
whore!' Why, is not this a lamentable thing,
grandsire, that we should be thus afflicted with
these strange flies, these fashion-mongers, these
perdona-mi's, who stand so much on the new form,
that they cannot at ease on the old bench? O, their
bones, their bones!

18

Tempest
[I, 1]

Sebastian

50

A pox o' your throat, you bawling, blasphemous,
incharitable dog!

19

Tempest
[II, 1]

Antonio

778

Widow! a pox o' that! How came that widow in?
widow Dido!

20

Tempest
[III, 2]

Trinculo

1472

I did not give the lie. Out o' your
wits and bearing too? A pox o' your bottle!
this can sack and drinking do. A murrain on
your monster, and the devil take your fingers!

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