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In law, what plea so tainted and corrupt
But being season'd with a gracious voice
Obscures the show of evil?

      — The Merchant of Venice, Act III Scene 2

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1

Henry V
[IV, 8]

Henry V

2823

Come, go we in procession to the village.
And be it death proclaimed through our host
To boast of this or take the praise from God
Which is his only.

2

Love's Labour's Lost
[I, 1]

Biron

123

[Reads] 'Item, That no woman shall come within a
mile of my court:' Hath this been proclaimed?

3

Love's Labour's Lost
[I, 1]

Ferdinand

255

[Reads] 'sorted and consorted, contrary to thy
established proclaimed edict and continent canon,
which with,—O, with—but with this I passion to say
wherewith,—

4

Love's Labour's Lost
[I, 1]

Ferdinand

283

It was proclaimed a year's imprisonment, to be taken
with a wench.

5

Love's Labour's Lost
[I, 1]

Ferdinand

286

Well, it was proclaimed 'damsel.'

6

Love's Labour's Lost
[I, 1]

Ferdinand

288

It is so varied, too; for it was proclaimed 'virgin.'

7

Measure for Measure
[IV, 4]

Angelo

2321

Well, I beseech you, let it be proclaimed betimes
i' the morn; I'll call you at your house: give
notice to such men of sort and suit as are to meet
him.

8

Othello
[II, 2]

Herald

1116

It is Othello's pleasure, our noble and valiant
general, that, upon certain tidings now arrived,
importing the mere perdition of the Turkish fleet,
every man put himself into triumph; some to dance,
some to make bonfires, each man to what sport and
revels his addiction leads him: for, besides these
beneficial news, it is the celebration of his
nuptial. So much was his pleasure should be
proclaimed. All offices are open, and there is full
liberty of feasting from this present hour of five
till the bell have told eleven. Heaven bless the
isle of Cyprus and our noble general Othello!

9

Richard II
[II, 3]

Hotspur (Henry Percy)

1184

Because your lordship was proclaimed traitor.
But he, my lord, is gone to Ravenspurgh,
To offer service to the Duke of Hereford,
And sent me over by Berkeley, to discover
What power the Duke of York had levied there;
Then with directions to repair to Ravenspurgh.

10

Troilus and Cressida
[II, 1]

Thersites

880

Thou art proclaimed a fool, I think.

11

Winter's Tale
[III, 2]

Hermione

1308

Sir, spare your threats:
The bug which you would fright me with I seek.
To me can life be no commodity:
The crown and comfort of my life, your favour,
I do give lost; for I do feel it gone,
But know not how it went. My second joy
And first-fruits of my body, from his presence
I am barr'd, like one infectious. My third comfort
Starr'd most unluckily, is from my breast,
The innocent milk in its most innocent mouth,
Haled out to murder: myself on every post
Proclaimed a strumpet: with immodest hatred
The child-bed privilege denied, which 'longs
To women of all fashion; lastly, hurried
Here to this place, i' the open air, before
I have got strength of limit. Now, my liege,
Tell me what blessings I have here alive,
That I should fear to die? Therefore proceed.
But yet hear this: mistake me not; no life,
I prize it not a straw, but for mine honour,
Which I would free, if I shall be condemn'd
Upon surmises, all proofs sleeping else
But what your jealousies awake, I tell you
'Tis rigor and not law. Your honours all,
I do refer me to the oracle:
Apollo be my judge!

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