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GLOU.

Now is the winter of our discontent

 
 

GLOU.

Was ever woman in this humor woo’d?

 
 

GLOU.

Those eyes of thine from mine have drawn salt tears,

 
 

CLAR.

O, I have pass’d a miserable night,

 
 

K. EDW.

Have I a tongue to doom my brother’s death,

 
 

SCRIV.

Here is the indictment of the good Lord Hastings,

 
 

BUCK.

Now, by the holy Mother of our Lord,

 
 

TYR.

The tyrannous and bloody act is done,

 
 

BUCK.

Hastings, and Edward’s children, Grey and Rivers,

 
 

RICHM.

More than I have said, loving countrymen,

 
 

K. RICH.

A thing devised by the enemy.

 
 

K. RICH.

Give me another horse! Bind up my wounds!

 
 

MER.

O then I see Queen Mab hath been with you.

 
 

ROM.

He jests at scars that never felt a wound.

 
 

FRI. L.

Holy Saint Francis, what a change is here!

 
 

BEN.

Tybalt, here slain, whom Romeo’s hand did slay!

 
 

MER.

Thou art like one of these fellows that, when he enters the confines of a tavern,

 
 

FRI. L.

Hold thy desperate hand!

 
 

ROM.

’Tis torture, and not mercy. Heaven is here

 
 

CAP.

God’s bread, it makes me mad! Day, night, work, play,

 
 

ROM.

If I may trust the flattering truth of sleep,

 
 

ROM.

In faith, I will. Let me peruse this face.

 
 

TRA.

Mi perdonato, gentle master mine;

 
 

HOR.

I fear for your daughter and her music.

 
 

PET.

’Twas told me you were rough and coy and sullen,

 
 

BION.

Why, Petruchio is coming in a new hat and an old jerkin;

 
 

PET.

Thus have I politicly begun my reign,

 
 

LORD.

Even as a flatt’ring dream or worthless fancy.

 
 

ARI.

I boarded the King’s ship; now on the beak,

 
 
CAL.

There’s wood enough within.

As wicked dew as e’er my mother brush’d

 
 

CAL.

All the infections that the sun sucks up

 
 

Enter Stephano, singing, a bottle in his hand.

STE.

“I shall no more to sea, to sea,

 
 

TRIN.

Here’s neither bush nor shrub to bear off any weather at all.

 
 

FER.

Admir’d Miranda,

Indeed the top of admiration! worth

 
 

FER.

There be some sports are painful, and their labor

 
 

CAL.

Why, as I told thee, ’tis a custom with him

 
 

CAL.

Why, as I told thee, ’tis a custom with him

 
 

ARI.

You are three men of sin, whom Destiny,

 
 

PROS.

Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and groves,

 
 

PROS.

Now my charms are all o’erthrown,

 
 

ALCIB.

I am an humble suitor to your virtues;

 
 

TIM.

My worthy friends, will you draw near?

 
 

TIM.

Let me look back upon thee. O thou wall

 
 

TIM.

Wouldst thou have thyself fall in the confusion of men, and remain a beast with the beasts?

 
 

TIM.

You witch me in it;

Surprise me to the very brink of tears.

 
 

MARC.

Who is this? my niece, that flies away so fast?

 
 

TIT.

It was my dear, and he that wounded her

 
 

SAT.

Why, lords, what wrongs are these! was ever seen

 
 

AAR.

Tut, Lucius, this was but a deed of charity

 
 

TIT.

Come, come, Lavinia, look, thy foes are bound.

 
 
 
 
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