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All's Well That Ends Well
[II, 2] |
Countess |
870 |
You were lately whipped, sir, as I think.
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2 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[II, 3] |
Lafeu |
985 |
Do all they deny her? An they were sons of mine,
I'd have them whipped; or I would send them to the
Turk, to make eunuchs of.
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3 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[IV, 3] |
First Lord |
2158 |
The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and
ill together: our virtues would be proud, if our
faults whipped them not; and our crimes would
despair, if they were not cherished by our virtues.
[Enter a Messenger]
How now! where's your master?
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4 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[IV, 3] |
Parolles |
2272 |
I know him: a' was a botcher's 'prentice in Paris,
from whence he was whipped for getting the shrieve's
fool with child,—a dumb innocent, that could not
say him nay.
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5 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[IV, 3] |
Bertram |
2316 |
He shall be whipped through the army with this rhyme
in's forehead.
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6 |
Henry VI, Part II
[II, 1] |
Duke of Gloucester |
904 |
Let them be whipped through every market-town, till
they come to Berwick, from whence they came.
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7 |
Henry VI, Part II
[IV, 2] |
Dick the Butcher |
2361 |
[Aside] No question of that; for I have seen him
whipped three market-days together.
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8 |
Love's Labour's Lost
[I, 2] |
Moth |
417 |
[Aside] To be whipped; and yet a better love than
my master.
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9 |
Love's Labour's Lost
[V, 2] |
Costard |
2620 |
Then shall Hector be whipped for Jaquenetta that is
quick by him and hanged for Pompey that is dead by
him.
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10 |
Merry Wives of Windsor
[V, 1] |
Falstaff |
2494 |
I went to her, Master Brook, as you see, like a poor
old man: but I came from her, Master Brook, like a
poor old woman. That same knave Ford, her husband,
hath the finest mad devil of jealousy in him,
Master Brook, that ever governed frenzy. I will tell
you: he beat me grievously, in the shape of a
woman; for in the shape of man, Master Brook, I fear
not Goliath with a weaver's beam; because I know
also life is a shuttle. I am in haste; go along
with me: I'll tell you all, Master Brook. Since I
plucked geese, played truant and whipped top, I knew
not what 'twas to be beaten till lately. Follow
me: I'll tell you strange things of this knave
Ford, on whom to-night I will be revenged, and I
will deliver his wife into your hand. Follow.
Strange things in hand, Master Brook! Follow.
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11 |
Much Ado about Nothing
[II, 1] |
Benedick |
596 |
Troth, my lord, I have played the part of Lady Fame.
I found him here as melancholy as a lodge in a
warren: I told him, and I think I told him true,
that your grace had got the good will of this young
lady; and I offered him my company to a willow-tree,
either to make him a garland, as being forsaken, or
to bind him up a rod, as being worthy to be whipped.
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12 |
Much Ado about Nothing
[II, 1] |
Don Pedro |
603 |
To be whipped! What's his fault?
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13 |
Pericles
[II, 1] |
Pericles |
669 |
Why, are all your beggars whipped, then?
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14 |
Pericles
[II, 1] |
Second Fisherman |
670 |
O, not all, my friend, not all; for if all your
beggars were whipped, I would wish no better office
than to be beadle. But, master, I'll go draw up the
net.
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15 |
Winter's Tale
[IV, 3] |
Autolycus |
1811 |
A fellow, sir, that I have known to go about with
troll-my-dames; I knew him once a servant of the
prince: I cannot tell, good sir, for which of his
virtues it was, but he was certainly whipped out of the court.
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Winter's Tale
[IV, 3] |
Clown |
1815 |
His vices, you would say; there's no virtue whipped
out of the court: they cherish it to make it stay
there; and yet it will no more but abide.
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