All's Well That Ends Well
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"In Delivering My Son from Me, I Bury a Second Husband."
Antony and Cleopatra
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"Nay, but This Dotage of Our General's O'erflows the Measure" Nay, but this dotage of our general's O'erflows the measure: those his goodly eyes, That o'er the files and musters of the war Have glow'd like plated Mars, now bend, now turn, The office and devotion of their view Upon a tawny front: his captain's heart, Which in the scuffles of great fights hath burst The buckles on his breast, reneges all temper, And is become the bellows and the fan To cool a gipsy's lust. [Flourish. Enter ANTONY, CLEOPATRA, her Ladies,] the Train, with Eunuchs fanning her] Look, where they come: Take but good note, and you shall see in him. The triple pillar of the world transform'd Into a strumpet's fool: behold and see.
Cymbeline
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"You Do Not Meet a Man but Frowns" You do not meet a man but frowns: our bloods No more obey the heavens than our courtiers Still seem as does the king.
Hamlet
begins
"Who's There?"
Julius Caesar
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"Hence!" Hence! home, you idle creatures get you home: Is this a holiday? what! know you not, Being mechanical, you ought not walk Upon a labouring day without the sign Of your profession? Speak, what trade art thou?
King Lear
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"I Thought the King Had More Affected the Duke of Albany Than Cornwall." I thought the King had more affected the Duke of Albany than Cornwall.
Macbeth
begins
"When Shall We Three Meet Again, In Thunder, Lightning, or in Rain?" When shall we three meet again In thunder, lightning, or in rain?
The Merchant of Venice
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"In Sooth, I Know Not Why I Am So Sad" In sooth, I know not why I am so sad: It wearies me; you say it wearies you; But how I caught it, found it, or came by it, What stuff 'tis made of, whereof it is born, I am to learn; And such a want-wit sadness makes of me, That I have much ado to know myself.
A Midsummer Night's Dream
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"Now, Fair Hippolyta, Our Nuptial Hour, Draws on Apace" Now, fair Hippolyta, our nuptial hour Draws on apace; four happy days bring in Another moon: but, O, methinks, how slow This old moon wanes! she lingers my desires, Like to a step-dame or a dowager Long withering out a young man revenue.
Much Ado About Nothing
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"I Learn in This Letter That Don Peter of Arragon, Comes This Night to Messina." I learn in this letter that Don Peter of Arragon comes this night to Messina.
Othello
begins
"Tush!" Tush! never tell me; I take it much unkindly That thou, Iago, who hast had my purse As if the strings were thine, shouldst know of this.
Twelfth Night
begins
"If Music Be the Food of Love, Play On" If music be the food of love, play on; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again! it had a dying fall: O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour! Enough; no more: 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before. O spirit of love! how quick and fresh art thou, That, notwithstanding thy capacity Receiveth as the sea, nought enters there, Of what validity and pitch soe'er, But falls into abatement and low price, Even in a minute: so full of shapes is fancy That it alone is high fantastical
begins
"In Delivering My Son from Me, I Bury a Second Husband."
Antony and Cleopatra
begins
"Nay, but This Dotage of Our General's O'erflows the Measure" Nay, but this dotage of our general's O'erflows the measure: those his goodly eyes, That o'er the files and musters of the war Have glow'd like plated Mars, now bend, now turn, The office and devotion of their view Upon a tawny front: his captain's heart, Which in the scuffles of great fights hath burst The buckles on his breast, reneges all temper, And is become the bellows and the fan To cool a gipsy's lust. [Flourish. Enter ANTONY, CLEOPATRA, her Ladies,] the Train, with Eunuchs fanning her] Look, where they come: Take but good note, and you shall see in him. The triple pillar of the world transform'd Into a strumpet's fool: behold and see.
Cymbeline
begins
"You Do Not Meet a Man but Frowns" You do not meet a man but frowns: our bloods No more obey the heavens than our courtiers Still seem as does the king.
Hamlet
begins
"Who's There?"
Julius Caesar
begins
"Hence!" Hence! home, you idle creatures get you home: Is this a holiday? what! know you not, Being mechanical, you ought not walk Upon a labouring day without the sign Of your profession? Speak, what trade art thou?
King Lear
begins
"I Thought the King Had More Affected the Duke of Albany Than Cornwall." I thought the King had more affected the Duke of Albany than Cornwall.
Macbeth
begins
"When Shall We Three Meet Again, In Thunder, Lightning, or in Rain?" When shall we three meet again In thunder, lightning, or in rain?
The Merchant of Venice
begins
"In Sooth, I Know Not Why I Am So Sad" In sooth, I know not why I am so sad: It wearies me; you say it wearies you; But how I caught it, found it, or came by it, What stuff 'tis made of, whereof it is born, I am to learn; And such a want-wit sadness makes of me, That I have much ado to know myself.
A Midsummer Night's Dream
begins
"Now, Fair Hippolyta, Our Nuptial Hour, Draws on Apace" Now, fair Hippolyta, our nuptial hour Draws on apace; four happy days bring in Another moon: but, O, methinks, how slow This old moon wanes! she lingers my desires, Like to a step-dame or a dowager Long withering out a young man revenue.
Much Ado About Nothing
begins
"I Learn in This Letter That Don Peter of Arragon, Comes This Night to Messina." I learn in this letter that Don Peter of Arragon comes this night to Messina.
Othello
begins
"Tush!" Tush! never tell me; I take it much unkindly That thou, Iago, who hast had my purse As if the strings were thine, shouldst know of this.
Twelfth Night
begins
"If Music Be the Food of Love, Play On" If music be the food of love, play on; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again! it had a dying fall: O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour! Enough; no more: 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before. O spirit of love! how quick and fresh art thou, That, notwithstanding thy capacity Receiveth as the sea, nought enters there, Of what validity and pitch soe'er, But falls into abatement and low price, Even in a minute: so full of shapes is fancy That it alone is high fantastical
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