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All's Well That Ends Well
[III, 6] |
First Lord |
1772 |
A pox on't, let it go; 'tis but a drum.
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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.
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3 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[IV, 3] |
Bertram |
2357 |
A pox on him, he's a cat still.
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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.
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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.
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6 |
Henry IV, Part I
[I, 2] |
Henry V |
157 |
Why, what a pox have I to do with my hostess of the tavern?
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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!
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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.
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9 |
Henry IV, Part II
[II, 4] |
Doll Tearsheet |
1279 |
A pox damn you, you muddy rascal! Is that all the comfort
give me?
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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.'
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11 |
Love's Labour's Lost
[V, 2] |
Katharine |
1927 |
A pox of that jest! and I beshrew all shrows.
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12 |
Measure for Measure
[IV, 3] |
Barnardine |
2141 |
[Within] A pox o' your throats! Who makes that
noise there? What are you?
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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?
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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.
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Pericles
[IV, 6] |
Pandar |
1959 |
Now, the pox upon her green-sickness for me!
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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.
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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!
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18 |
Tempest
[I, 1] |
Sebastian |
50 |
A pox o' your throat, you bawling, blasphemous,
incharitable dog!
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19 |
Tempest
[II, 1] |
Antonio |
778 |
Widow! a pox o' that! How came that widow in?
widow Dido!
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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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