All of Shakespeare’s plays.
Mine eyes smell onions; I shall weep anon:
Good Tom Drum, lend me a handkercher: so,
I thank thee: wait on me home, I'll make sport with thee:
Let thy courtesies alone, they are scurvy ones.
This woman's an easy glove, my lord; she goes off
and on at pleasure.
He's a good drum, my lord, but a naughty orator.
I saw the man to-day, if man he be.
Your reputation comes too short for my daughter; you
are no husband for her.
I will buy me a son-in-law in a fair, and toll for
this: I'll none of him.
I am sure I saw her wear it.
Come on, my son, in whom my house's name
Must be digested, give a favour from you
To sparkle in the spirits of my daughter,
That she may quickly come.
BERTRAM gives a ring
By my old beard,
And every hair that's on't, Helen, that's dead ...
He looks well on't.
All that he is hath reference to your highness.
This I must say,
But first I beg my pardon, the young lord
Did to his majesty, his mother and his lady
Offence of mighty note; but to himself
The greatest wrong of all. He lost a wife
Whose beauty did astonish the survey
Of richest eyes, whose words all ...
Out upon thee, knave! dost thou put upon me at once
both the office of God and the devil? One brings
thee in grace and the other brings thee out.
The king's coming; I know by his trumpets. Sirrah,
inquire further after me; I had talk of ...
Was I, in sooth? and I was the first that lost thee.
You beg more than 'word,' then. Cox my passion!
give me your hand. How does your drum?
You beg a single penny more: come, you shall ha't;
save your word.
And what would you have me to do? 'Tis too late to
pare her nails now. Wherein have you played the
knave with fortune, that she should scratch you, who
of herself is a good lady and would not have knaves
thrive long under her? There's a quart d ...
Let us go see your son, I pray you: I long to talk
with the young noble soldier.
A scar nobly got, or a noble scar, is a good livery
of honour; so belike is that.
Lady, of that I have made a bold charter; but I
thank my God it holds yet.
Madam, I was thinking with what manners I might
safely be admitted.
His highness comes post from Marseilles, of as able
body as when he numbered thirty: he will be here
to-morrow, or I am deceived by him that in such
intelligence hath seldom failed.
I like him well; 'tis not amiss. And I was about to
tell you, since I heard of the good lady's death and
that my lord your son was upon his return home, I
moved the king my master to speak in the behalf of
my daughter; which, in ...
A shrewd knave and an unhappy.
Go thy ways, I begin to be aweary of thee; and I
tell thee so before, because I would not fall out
with thee. Go thy ways: let my horses be well
looked to, without any tricks.
Hold thee, there's my purse: I give thee not this
to suggest thee from thy master thou talkest of;
serve him still.
What prince is that?
Who's that? a Frenchman?
No, no, no.
I will subscribe for thee, thou art both knave and fool.
So you were a knave at his service, indeed.
Whether dost thou profess thyself, a knave or a fool?
They are not herbs, you knave; they are nose-herbs.
'Twas a good lady, 'twas a good lady: we may pick a
thousand salads ere we light on such another herb.
No, no, no, your son was misled with a snipt-taffeta
fellow there, whose villanous saffron would have
made all the unbaked and doughy youth of a nation in
his colour: your daughter-in-law had been alive at
this hour, and your son here at home, more advanced
by the king than ...
And shall do so ever, though I took him at 's
prayers. Fare you well, my lord; and believe this
of me, there can be no kernel in this light nut; the
soul of this man is his clothes. Trust him not in
matter of heavy consequence; I have kept ...
You have made shift to run into 't, boots and spurs
and all, like him that leaped into the custard; and
out of it you'll run again, rather than suffer
question for your residence.
A good traveller is something at the latter end of a
dinner; but one that lies three thirds and uses a
known truth to pass a thousand nothings with, should
be once heard and thrice beaten. God save you, captain.
O, I know him well, I, sir; he, sir, 's a good
workman, a very good tailor.
Pray you, sir, who's his tailor?
I have then sinned against his experience and
transgressed against his valour; and my state that
way is dangerous, since I cannot yet find in my
heart to repent. Here he comes: I pray you, make
us friends; I will pursue the amity.
Then my dial goes not true: I took this lark for a bunting.
You have it from his own deliverance.
But I hope your lordship thinks not him a soldier.
Go to, sir; you were beaten in Italy for picking a
kernel out of a pomegranate; you are a vagabond and
no true traveller: you are more saucy with lords
and honourable personages than the commission of your
birth and virtue gives you heraldry. You are not
worth another word ...
The devil it is that's thy master. Why dost thou
garter up thy arms o' this fashion? dost make hose of
sleeves? do other servants so? Thou wert best set
thy lower part where thy nose stands. By mine
honour, if I were but two hours younger, I'ld ...
Sirrah, your lord and master's married; there's news
for you: you have a new mistress.
I would it were hell-pains for thy sake, and my poor
doing eternal: for doing I am past: as I will by
thee, in what motion age will give me leave.
Even as soon as thou canst, for thou hast to pull at
a smack o' the contrary. If ever thou be'st bound
in thy scarf and beaten, thou shalt find what it is
to be proud of thy bondage. I have a desire to hold
my acquaintance with thee ...
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