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Antony and Cleopatra
[IV, 15] |
Cleopatra |
3255 |
No more, but e'en a woman, and commanded
By such poor passion as the maid that milks
And does the meanest chares. It were for me
To throw my sceptre at the injurious gods;
To tell them that this world did equal theirs
Till they had stol'n our jewel. All's but naught;
Patience is scottish, and impatience does
Become a dog that's mad: then is it sin
To rush into the secret house of death,
Ere death dare come to us? How do you, women?
What, what! good cheer! Why, how now, Charmian!
My noble girls! Ah, women, women, look,
Our lamp is spent, it's out! Good sirs, take heart:
We'll bury him; and then, what's brave,
what's noble,
Let's do it after the high Roman fashion,
And make death proud to take us. Come, away:
This case of that huge spirit now is cold:
Ah, women, women! come; we have no friend
But resolution, and the briefest end.
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As You Like It
[II, 5] |
Amiens |
844 |
Well, I'll end the song. Sirs, cover the while; the Duke
will drink under this tree. He hath been all this day to look
you.
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3 |
Coriolanus
[I, 6] |
Cominius |
609 |
Breathe you, my friends: well fought;
we are come off
Like Romans, neither foolish in our stands,
Nor cowardly in retire: believe me, sirs,
We shall be charged again. Whiles we have struck,
By interims and conveying gusts we have heard
The charges of our friends. Ye Roman gods!
Lead their successes as we wish our own,
That both our powers, with smiling
fronts encountering,
May give you thankful sacrifice.
[Enter a Messenger]
Thy news?
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4 |
Hamlet
[I, 2] |
Hamlet |
436 |
Indeed, indeed, sirs. But this troubles me.
Hold you the watch to-night?
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5 |
Hamlet
[II, 2] |
Polonius |
1605 |
Come, sirs.
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6 |
Hamlet
[IV, 5] |
Laertes |
2978 |
Where is this king?- Sirs, staid you all without.
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7 |
Henry IV, Part I
[II, 2] |
Henry V |
799 |
Sirs, you four shall front them in the narrow lane;
Ned Poins and I will walk lower: if they 'scape
from your encounter, then they light on us.
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8 |
Henry IV, Part I
[II, 4] |
Henry V |
1163 |
Speak, sirs; how was it?
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9 |
Henry IV, Part I
[II, 4] |
Henry V |
1284 |
Now, sirs: by'r lady, you fought fair; so did you,
Peto; so did you, Bardolph: you are lions too, you
ran away upon instinct, you will not touch the true
prince; no, fie!
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10 |
Henry IV, Part II
[II, 4] |
Falstaff |
1503 |
Let them play. Play, sirs. Sit on my knee, Don. A
bragging slave! The rogue fled from me like quick-silver.
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11 |
Henry VI, Part I
[II, 1] |
Sergeant |
662 |
Sirs, take your places and be vigilant:
If any noise or soldier you perceive
Near to the walls, by some apparent sign
Let us have knowledge at the court of guard.
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12 |
Henry VI, Part I
[V, 2] |
Charles, King of France |
2437 |
Somewhat too sudden, sirs, the warning is;
But we will presently provide for them.
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13 |
Henry VI, Part I
[V, 4] |
Earl of Warwick |
2726 |
And hark ye, sirs; because she is a maid,
Spare for no faggots, let there be enow:
Place barrels of pitch upon the fatal stake,
That so her torture may be shortened.
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14 |
Henry VI, Part II
[II, 4] |
Duke of Gloucester |
1157 |
Thus sometimes hath the brightest day a cloud;
And after summer evermore succeeds
Barren winter, with his wrathful nipping cold:
So cares and joys abound, as seasons fleet.
Sirs, what's o'clock?
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15 |
Henry VI, Part II
[III, 1] |
Winchester |
1469 |
Sirs, take away the duke, and guard him sure.
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16 |
Henry VI, Part II
[III, 2] |
Earl of Suffolk |
1680 |
Now, sirs, have you dispatch'd this thing?
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Henry VI, Part II
[III, 2] |
Earl of Salisbury |
1932 |
[To the Commons, entering] Sirs, stand apart;
the king shall know your mind.
Dread lord, the commons send you word by me,
Unless Lord Suffolk straight be done to death,
Or banished fair England's territories,
They will by violence tear him from your palace
And torture him with grievous lingering death.
They say, by him the good Duke Humphrey died;
They say, in him they fear your highness' death;
And mere instinct of love and loyalty,
Free from a stubborn opposite intent,
As being thought to contradict your liking,
Makes them thus forward in his banishment.
They say, in care of your most royal person,
That if your highness should intend to sleep
And charge that no man should disturb your rest
In pain of your dislike or pain of death,
Yet, notwithstanding such a strait edict,
Were there a serpent seen, with forked tongue,
That slily glided towards your majesty,
It were but necessary you were waked,
Lest, being suffer'd in that harmful slumber,
The mortal worm might make the sleep eternal;
And therefore do they cry, though you forbid,
That they will guard you, whether you will or no,
From such fell serpents as false Suffolk is,
With whose envenomed and fatal sting,
Your loving uncle, twenty times his worth,
They say, is shamefully bereft of life.
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18 |
Henry VI, Part II
[IV, 7] |
Jack Cade |
2623 |
So, sirs: now go some and pull down the Savoy;
others to the inns of court; down with them all.
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19 |
Julius Caesar
[IV, 3] |
Brutus |
2271 |
I pray you, sirs, lie in my tent and sleep;
It may be I shall raise you by and by
On business to my brother Cassius.
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Julius Caesar
[IV, 3] |
Brutus |
2275 |
I will not have it so: lie down, good sirs;
It may be I shall otherwise bethink me.
Look, Lucius, here's the book I sought for so;
I put it in the pocket of my gown.
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