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All's Well That Ends Well
[III, 2] |
Countess |
1417 |
[Reads] I have sent you a daughter-in-law: she hath
recovered the king, and undone me. I have wedded
her, not bedded her; and sworn to make the 'not'
eternal. You shall hear I am run away: know it
before the report come. If there be breadth enough
in the world, I will hold a long distance. My duty
to you.. Your unfortunate son,
BERTRAM.
This is not well, rash and unbridled boy.
To fly the favours of so good a king;
To pluck his indignation on thy head
By the misprising of a maid too virtuous
For the contempt of empire.
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2 |
As You Like It
[III, 2] |
Orlando |
1472 |
I swear to thee, youth, by the white hand of Rosalind, I
am that he, that unfortunate he.
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3 |
Coriolanus
[V, 3] |
Volumnia |
3599 |
Should we be silent and not speak, our raiment
And state of bodies would bewray what life
We have led since thy exile. Think with thyself
How more unfortunate than all living women
Are we come hither: since that thy sight,
which should
Make our eyes flow with joy, hearts dance
with comforts,
Constrains them weep and shake with fear and sorrow;
Making the mother, wife and child to see
The son, the husband and the father tearing
His country's bowels out. And to poor we
Thine enmity's most capital: thou barr'st us
Our prayers to the gods, which is a comfort
That all but we enjoy; for how can we,
Alas, how can we for our country pray.
Whereto we are bound, together with thy victory,
Whereto we are bound? alack, or we must lose
The country, our dear nurse, or else thy person,
Our comfort in the country. We must find
An evident calamity, though we had
Our wish, which side should win: for either thou
Must, as a foreign recreant, be led
With manacles thorough our streets, or else
triumphantly tread on thy country's ruin,
And bear the palm for having bravely shed
Thy wife and children's blood. For myself, son,
I purpose not to wait on fortune till
These wars determine: if I cannot persuade thee
Rather to show a noble grace to both parts
Than seek the end of one, thou shalt no sooner
March to assault thy country than to tread—
Trust to't, thou shalt not—on thy mother's womb,
That brought thee to this world.
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Cymbeline
[IV, 2] |
Guiderius |
2363 |
I could not stir him:
He said he was gentle, but unfortunate;
Dishonestly afflicted, but yet honest.
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Henry VI, Part I
[I, 4] |
Boy |
457 |
Father, I know; and oft have shot at them,
Howe'er unfortunate I miss'd my aim.
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6 |
Henry VI, Part III
[III, 3] |
Earl of Warwick |
1813 |
The more that Henry was unfortunate.
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7 |
King Lear
[IV, 6] |
Earl of Gloucester |
2678 |
A poor unfortunate beggar.
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8 |
Macbeth
[IV, 1] |
Macbeth |
1724 |
Time, thou anticipatest my dread exploits:
The flighty purpose never is o'ertook
Unless the deed go with it; from this moment
The very firstlings of my heart shall be
The firstlings of my hand. And even now,
To crown my thoughts with acts, be it thought and done:
The castle of Macduff I will surprise;
Seize upon Fife; give to the edge o' the sword
His wife, his babes, and all unfortunate souls
That trace him in his line. No boasting like a fool;
This deed I'll do before this purpose cool.
But no more sights!—Where are these gentlemen?
Come, bring me where they are.
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Othello
[II, 3] |
Cassio |
1170 |
I have drunk but one cup to-night, and that was
craftily qualified too, and, behold, what innovation
it makes here: I am unfortunate in the infirmity,
and dare not task my weakness with any more.
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10 |
Othello
[V, 2] |
Lodovico |
3642 |
Where is this rash and most unfortunate man?
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Timon of Athens
[III, 6] |
Second Lord |
1476 |
My most honourable lord, I am e'en sick of shame,
that, when your lordship this other day sent to me,
I was so unfortunate a beggar.
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