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All's Well That Ends Well
[I, 1] |
Countess |
25 |
He was famous, sir, in his profession, and it was
his great right to be so: Gerard de Narbon.
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2 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[I, 1] |
Lafeu |
52 |
Moderate lamentation is the right of the dead,
excessive grief the enemy to the living.
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3 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[II, 3] |
Parolles |
905 |
Right; so I say.
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4 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[II, 3] |
Parolles |
909 |
Right; as 'twere, a man assured of a—
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5 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[II, 3] |
King of France |
1050 |
My honour's at the stake; which to defeat,
I must produce my power. Here, take her hand,
Proud scornful boy, unworthy this good gift;
That dost in vile misprision shackle up
My love and her desert; that canst not dream,
We, poising us in her defective scale,
Shall weigh thee to the beam; that wilt not know,
It is in us to plant thine honour where
We please to have it grow. Cheque thy contempt:
Obey our will, which travails in thy good:
Believe not thy disdain, but presently
Do thine own fortunes that obedient right
Which both thy duty owes and our power claims;
Or I will throw thee from my care for ever
Into the staggers and the careless lapse
Of youth and ignorance; both my revenge and hate
Loosing upon thee, in the name of justice,
Without all terms of pity. Speak; thine answer.
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6 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[IV, 5] |
Clown |
2516 |
If I put any tricks upon 'em, sir, they shall be
jades' tricks; which are their own right by the law of nature.
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7 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[IV, 5] |
Clown |
2550 |
O madam, yonder's my lord your son with a patch of
velvet on's face: whether there be a scar under't
or no, the velvet knows; but 'tis a goodly patch of
velvet: his left cheek is a cheek of two pile and a
half, but his right cheek is worn bare.
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8 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[III, 7] |
Soldier |
2022 |
By Hercules, I think I am i' the right.
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9 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[III, 13] |
Cleopatra |
2313 |
Go on: right royal.
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10 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[III, 13] |
Cleopatra |
2320 |
He is a god, and knows
What is most right: mine honour was not yielded,
But conquer'd merely.
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11 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[IV, 12] |
Antony |
2913 |
All is lost;
This foul Egyptian hath betrayed me:
My fleet hath yielded to the foe; and yonder
They cast their caps up and carouse together
Like friends long lost. Triple-turn'd whore!
'tis thou
Hast sold me to this novice; and my heart
Makes only wars on thee. Bid them all fly;
For when I am revenged upon my charm,
I have done all. Bid them all fly; begone.
[Exit SCARUS]
O sun, thy uprise shall I see no more:
Fortune and Antony part here; even here
Do we shake hands. All come to this? The hearts
That spaniel'd me at heels, to whom I gave
Their wishes, do discandy, melt their sweets
On blossoming Caesar; and this pine is bark'd,
That overtopp'd them all. Betray'd I am:
O this false soul of Egypt! this grave charm,—
Whose eye beck'd forth my wars, and call'd them home;
Whose bosom was my crownet, my chief end,—
Like a right gipsy, hath, at fast and loose,
Beguiled me to the very heart of loss.
What, Eros, Eros!
[Enter CLEOPATRA]
Ah, thou spell! Avaunt!
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12 |
As You Like It
[II, 4] |
Corin |
814 |
Assuredly the thing is to be sold.
Go with me; if you like upon report
The soil, the profit, and this kind of life,
I will your very faithful feeder be,
And buy it with your gold right suddenly. Exeunt
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13 |
As You Like It
[II, 7] |
Jaques (lord) |
965 |
Why, who cries out on pride
That can therein tax any private party?
Doth it not flow as hugely as the sea,
Till that the wearer's very means do ebb?
What woman in the city do I name
When that I say the city-woman bears
The cost of princes on unworthy shoulders?
Who can come in and say that I mean her,
When such a one as she such is her neighbour?
Or what is he of basest function
That says his bravery is not on my cost,
Thinking that I mean him, but therein suits
His folly to the mettle of my speech?
There then! how then? what then? Let me see wherein
My tongue hath wrong'd him: if it do him right,
Then he hath wrong'd himself; if he be free,
Why then my taxing like a wild-goose flies,
Unclaim'd of any man. But who comes here?
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14 |
As You Like It
[II, 7] |
Duke |
1092 |
If that you were the good Sir Rowland's son,
As you have whisper'd faithfully you were,
And as mine eye doth his effigies witness
Most truly limn'd and living in your face,
Be truly welcome hither. I am the Duke
That lov'd your father. The residue of your fortune,
Go to my cave and tell me. Good old man,
Thou art right welcome as thy master is.
Support him by the arm. Give me your hand,
And let me all your fortunes understand. Exeunt
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15 |
As You Like It
[III, 2] |
Touchstone |
1207 |
I'll rhyme you so eight years together, dinners, and
suppers, and sleeping hours, excepted. It is the right
butter-women's rank to market.
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16 |
As You Like It
[III, 2] |
Rosalind |
1228 |
I'll graff it with you, and then I shall graff it with a
medlar. Then it will be the earliest fruit i' th' country; for
you'll be rotten ere you be half ripe, and that's the right
virtue of the medlar.
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17 |
As You Like It
[III, 2] |
Orlando |
1372 |
Not so; but I answer you right painted cloth, from whence
you have studied your questions.
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18 |
As You Like It
[III, 3] |
Touchstone |
1543 |
Amen. A man may, if he were of a fearful heart, stagger
in this attempt; for here we have no temple but the wood, no
assembly but horn-beasts. But what though? Courage! As horns are
odious, they are necessary. It is said: 'Many a man knows no end
of his goods.' Right! Many a man has good horns and knows no end
of them. Well, that is the dowry of his wife; 'tis none of his
own getting. Horns? Even so. Poor men alone? No, no; the noblest
deer hath them as huge as the rascal. Is the single man therefore
blessed? No; as a wall'd town is more worthier than a village, so
is the forehead of a married man more honourable than the bare
brow of a bachelor; and by how much defence is better than no
skill, by so much is horn more precious than to want. Here comes
Sir Oliver.
[Enter SIR OLIVER MARTEXT]
Sir Oliver Martext, you are well met. Will you dispatch us here
under this tree, or shall we go with you to your chapel?
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19 |
As You Like It
[IV, 1] |
Orlando |
1888 |
I would not have my right Rosalind of this mind; for, I
protest, her frown might kill me.
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20 |
As You Like It
[IV, 3] |
Celia |
2080 |
West of this place, down in the neighbour bottom.
The rank of osiers by the murmuring stream
Left on your right hand brings you to the place.
But at this hour the house doth keep itself;
There's none within.
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