Cymbeline: But I consider,
By medicine life may be prolong'd, yet death
will seize the doctor too.
Act V, Scene v
By medicine life may be prolong'd, yet death
will seize the doctor too.
Act V, Scene v
Monday, February 15, 2016
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Posthumus: Poor wretches, that depend
On greatness' favour dream as I have done;
Wake, and find nothing. But, alas! I swerve:
Many dream not to find, neither deserve,
And yet are steep'd in favours; so am I,
That have this golden chance and know not why.
Act V, Scene iv
On greatness' favour dream as I have done;
Wake, and find nothing. But, alas! I swerve:
Many dream not to find, neither deserve,
And yet are steep'd in favours; so am I,
That have this golden chance and know not why.
Act V, Scene iv
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Posthumus: To-day how many would have given their honours
To have sav'd their carcases! took heel to do 't,
And yet died too! I, in mine own woe charm'd,
Could not find death where I did hear him groan,
Nor feel him where he struck: being an ugly monster,
'Tis strange he hides him in fresh cups, soft beds,
Sweet words; or hath more ministers than we
That draw his knives i' the war.
Act V, Scene iii
To have sav'd their carcases! took heel to do 't,
And yet died too! I, in mine own woe charm'd,
Could not find death where I did hear him groan,
Nor feel him where he struck: being an ugly monster,
'Tis strange he hides him in fresh cups, soft beds,
Sweet words; or hath more ministers than we
That draw his knives i' the war.
Act V, Scene iii
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Posthumus: Let me make men know
More valour in me than my habits show.
Act V, Scene i
More valour in me than my habits show.
Act V, Scene i
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Piranio: All other doubts, by time let them be clear'd;
Fortune brings in some boats that are not steer'd.
Act IV, Scene iii
Fortune brings in some boats that are not steer'd.
Act IV, Scene iii
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Belarius: You were as flowers, now wither'd; even so
These herblets shall, which we upon you strew,
Come on, away; apart upon our knees.
The ground that gave them first has them again;
Their pleasures here are past, so is their pain.
Act IV, Scene ii
These herblets shall, which we upon you strew,
Come on, away; apart upon our knees.
The ground that gave them first has them again;
Their pleasures here are past, so is their pain.
Act IV, Scene ii
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Guiderius: Fear no more the heat o' the sun,
Nor the furious winter's rayes;
Thou thy worldly task has done,
Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages;
Golden lads and girls all must,
As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.
Arviragus: Fear no more the frown o' the great,
Thou art past the tyrant's stroke:
Care no more to clothe and eat;
To thee the reed is as the oak:
The sceptre, learning, physic, must
All follow this, and come to dust.
Guiderius: Fear no more the lightning-flash,
Arviragus: Nor the all-dreaded thunder stone
Guiderius: Fear not slander, censure rash;
Arviragus: Thou hast finish'd joy and moan:
Both: All lovers young, all lover must
Consign to thee, and come to dust.
Guiderius: No exorciser harm thee!
Arviragus: Nor no witchcraft charm thee!
Guiderius: Ghost unlaid forbear thee!
Arviragus: Nothing ill come near thee!
Both: Quiet consummation have;
And renowned be thy grave!
Act IV, Scene ii
Nor the furious winter's rayes;
Thou thy worldly task has done,
Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages;
Golden lads and girls all must,
As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.
Arviragus: Fear no more the frown o' the great,
Thou art past the tyrant's stroke:
Care no more to clothe and eat;
To thee the reed is as the oak:
The sceptre, learning, physic, must
All follow this, and come to dust.
Guiderius: Fear no more the lightning-flash,
Arviragus: Nor the all-dreaded thunder stone
Guiderius: Fear not slander, censure rash;
Arviragus: Thou hast finish'd joy and moan:
Both: All lovers young, all lover must
Consign to thee, and come to dust.
Guiderius: No exorciser harm thee!
Arviragus: Nor no witchcraft charm thee!
Guiderius: Ghost unlaid forbear thee!
Arviragus: Nothing ill come near thee!
Both: Quiet consummation have;
And renowned be thy grave!
Act IV, Scene ii
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Belarius: though mean and mighty, rotting
together, have one dust, yet reverence --
That angel of the world -- doth make distinction
Of place 'tween high and low. Our foe was princely,
And though you took his life, as being our foe,
Yet bury him as a prince.
Guiderius: Pray you, fetch him hither.
Thersites' body is as good as Ajax'
When neither is alive.
Act IV, Scene ii
together, have one dust, yet reverence --
That angel of the world -- doth make distinction
Of place 'tween high and low. Our foe was princely,
And though you took his life, as being our foe,
Yet bury him as a prince.
Guiderius: Pray you, fetch him hither.
Thersites' body is as good as Ajax'
When neither is alive.
Act IV, Scene ii
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Cloten: Thou art a rubber,
A law-breaker, a villain. Yield thee, theif.
Guiderius: To who? To thee? What are thou? Have not I
An arm as big as thine? a heart as big?
Thy words, I grant, are bigger, for I wear not
My dagger in my mouth. Say what thou art,
Why should I yield to thee?
Act IV, Scene i
A law-breaker, a villain. Yield thee, theif.
Guiderius: To who? To thee? What are thou? Have not I
An arm as big as thine? a heart as big?
Thy words, I grant, are bigger, for I wear not
My dagger in my mouth. Say what thou art,
Why should I yield to thee?
Act IV, Scene i
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Cloten: I dare speak it
to myself -- for it is not vain-glory, for a man and his glass
to confer in his own chamber, -- I mean, the lines of my
body are as well drawn as his; no less young, more
strong, not beneath him in fortunes, beyond him in the
advantage of the time, above him in birth, alike conver-
sant in general services, and more remarkable in single
oppositions; yet this imperceiverant thing loves him in
my despite.
Act IV, Scene i
to myself -- for it is not vain-glory, for a man and his glass
to confer in his own chamber, -- I mean, the lines of my
body are as well drawn as his; no less young, more
strong, not beneath him in fortunes, beyond him in the
advantage of the time, above him in birth, alike conver-
sant in general services, and more remarkable in single
oppositions; yet this imperceiverant thing loves him in
my despite.
Act IV, Scene i
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Cloten: I love her and I hate her; for she's fair and royal,
And that she hath all courtly parts more exquisite
Than lady, ladies, woman; from every one
The best she hath, and she, of all compounded,
Outsells them all. I love her therefore; but
Disdaining me and throwing favours on
The low Posthumus slanders so her judgment
That what's else rare is chok'd, and in that point
I will conclude to hate her, nay, indeed,
To be reveng'd upon her.
Act III, Scene v
And that she hath all courtly parts more exquisite
Than lady, ladies, woman; from every one
The best she hath, and she, of all compounded,
Outsells them all. I love her therefore; but
Disdaining me and throwing favours on
The low Posthumus slanders so her judgment
That what's else rare is chok'd, and in that point
I will conclude to hate her, nay, indeed,
To be reveng'd upon her.
Act III, Scene v
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Belarius: Did you know the city's usuries
And felt them knowingly; the art o' the court,
As hard to leave as keep, whose top to cilmb
Is certain falling, or so slippery that
The fears as bad as falling; the toil of the war.
A pain that only seems to seek out danger
I' the name of fame and honour; which dies i' the search,
And hath as oft a slanderous epitaph
As record of fair act; nay, many times,
Doth ill deserve by doing well; what's worse,
Must curtsy at the censure: O boys! this story
The world may read in me;
Act III, Scene iii
And felt them knowingly; the art o' the court,
As hard to leave as keep, whose top to cilmb
Is certain falling, or so slippery that
The fears as bad as falling; the toil of the war.
A pain that only seems to seek out danger
I' the name of fame and honour; which dies i' the search,
And hath as oft a slanderous epitaph
As record of fair act; nay, many times,
Doth ill deserve by doing well; what's worse,
Must curtsy at the censure: O boys! this story
The world may read in me;
Act III, Scene iii
Saturday, February 6, 2016
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Cloten: Why tribute? Why should we pay tribute? If Caesar can
Hide the sun from us with a blanket, or put the moon in
His pocket, we will pay him tribute for light; else, sir, no
More tribute, pray you now.
Act III, Scene i
Hide the sun from us with a blanket, or put the moon in
His pocket, we will pay him tribute for light; else, sir, no
More tribute, pray you now.
Act III, Scene i
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Posthumus: It is a basilisk unto mine eye,
Kills me to look on't. Let there be no honor
Where there is beauty; truth where semblance; love
Where there's another man; the vows of women
Of no more bondage be to where they are made
Than they are to their virtues, which is nothing.
Act II, Scene iv
Kills me to look on't. Let there be no honor
Where there is beauty; truth where semblance; love
Where there's another man; the vows of women
Of no more bondage be to where they are made
Than they are to their virtues, which is nothing.
Act II, Scene iv
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Cloten: ... 'Tis gold
Which buys admittance; oft it doth, yea, and makes
Diana's rangers false themselves, yield up
Their deer to the stand o' the stealer; and 'tis gold
Which makes the true man kill'd and saves the thief.
Nay, sometimes hangs both thief and true man. What
Can it not do and undo?
Act II, Scene iii
Which buys admittance; oft it doth, yea, and makes
Diana's rangers false themselves, yield up
Their deer to the stand o' the stealer; and 'tis gold
Which makes the true man kill'd and saves the thief.
Nay, sometimes hangs both thief and true man. What
Can it not do and undo?
Act II, Scene iii
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Iachimo: (Aside) All of her that is out of door most rich!
If she be furnish'd with a mind so rare,
She is alone the Arabian bird, and I
Have lost the wager.
Act I, Scene vi
If she be furnish'd with a mind so rare,
She is alone the Arabian bird, and I
Have lost the wager.
Act I, Scene vi
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Imogen: ...but most miserable
Is the desire that's glorious: bless'd be those,
How mean soe'er, that have their honest wills,
Which seasons comfort.
Act I, Scene vi
Is the desire that's glorious: bless'd be those,
How mean soe'er, that have their honest wills,
Which seasons comfort.
Act I, Scene vi
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Queen: I'll tell thee on the instant thou art then
As great as is thy master; greater, for
His fortunes all lie speechless, and his name
Is at last gasp; return he cannot, nor
Continue where he is; to shift his being
Is to exchange one misery with another,
And every day that comes comes to decay
A day's work in him.
Act I, Scene v
As great as is thy master; greater, for
His fortunes all lie speechless, and his name
Is at last gasp; return he cannot, nor
Continue where he is; to shift his being
Is to exchange one misery with another,
And every day that comes comes to decay
A day's work in him.
Act I, Scene v
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First Lord: Sir, as I told you always, her beauty and her
brain go not together; she's a good sign, but I have seen
small reflection in her wit.
Second Lord (aside): She shines not upon fools, lest the
reflection should hurt her.
Act I, Scene ii
brain go not together; she's a good sign, but I have seen
small reflection in her wit.
Second Lord (aside): She shines not upon fools, lest the
reflection should hurt her.
Act I, Scene ii
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Cymbeline: Nay, let her languish
A drop of blood a day; and, being aged,
Die of this folly!
Act I, Scene i
A drop of blood a day; and, being aged,
Die of this folly!
Act I, Scene i
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