All of Shakespeare’s plays.
Foh! prithee, stand away: a paper from fortune's
close-stool to give to a nobleman! Look, here he
Here is a purr of fortune's, sir, or of fortune's
cat,--but not a musk-cat,--that has fallen into the
unclean fishpond of her displeasure, and ...
Indeed, sir, if your metaphor stink, I will stop my
nose; or against any man's metaphor. Prithee, get
Truly, fortune's displeasure is but sluttish, if it
smell so strongly as thou speakest of: I will
henceforth eat no fish of fortune's buttering.
Prithee, allow the wind.
Faith there's a dozen of 'em, with delicate fine
hats and most courteous feathers, which bow the head
and nod at every man.
But it is your carbonadoed face.
O madam, yonder's my lord your son with a patch of
velvet on's face: whether there be a scar under't
or no, the velvet knows; but 'tis a goodly patch of
velvet: his left cheek is a cheek of two pile and a
half, but his right ...
If I put any tricks upon 'em, sir, they shall be
jades' tricks; which are their own right by the law of nature.
I am a woodland fellow, sir, that always loved a
great fire; and the master I speak of ever keeps a
good fire. But, sure, he is the prince of the
world; let his nobility remain in's court. I am for
the house with the narrow gate, which I ...
The black prince, sir; alias, the prince of
darkness; alias, the devil.
Faith, sir, a' has an English name; but his fisnomy
is more hotter in France than there.
Why, sir, if I cannot serve you, I can serve as
great a prince as you are.
At your service.
And I would give his wife my bauble, sir, to do her service.
I would cozen the man of his wife and do his service.
A fool, sir, at a woman's service, and a knave at a man's.
I am no great Nebuchadnezzar, sir; I have not much
skill in grass.
Indeed, sir, she was the sweet marjoram of the
salad, or rather, the herb of grace.
So say I, madam, if he run away, as I hear he does:
the danger is in standing to't; that's the loss of
men, though it be the getting of children. Here
they come will tell you more: for my part, I only
hear your son was run ...
Nay, there is some comfort in the news, some
comfort; your son will not be killed so soon as I
thought he would.
O madam, yonder is heavy news within between two
soldiers and my young lady!
E'en that you have there.
I have no mind to Isbel since I was at court: our
old ling and our Isbels o' the country are nothing
like your old ling and your Isbels o' the court:
the brains of my Cupid's knocked out, and I begin to
love, as an old man loves ...
Why, he will look upon his boot and sing; mend the
ruff and sing; ask questions and sing; pick his
teeth and sing. I know a man that had this trick of
melancholy sold a goodly manor for a song.
By my troth, I take my young lord to be a very
Did you find me in yourself, sir? or were you
taught to find me? The search, sir, was profitable;
and much fool may you find in you, even to the
world's pleasure and the increase of laughter.
You should have said, sir, before a knave thou'rt a
knave; that's, before me thou'rt a knave: this had
been truth, sir.
Marry, you are the wiser man; for many a man's
tongue shakes out his master's undoing: to say
nothing, to do nothing, to know nothing, and to have
nothing, is to be a great part of your title; which
is within a very little of nothing.
So that you had her wrinkles and I her money,
I would she did as you say.
One, that she's not in heaven, whither God send her
quickly! the other that she's in earth, from whence
God send her quickly!
Truly, she's very well indeed, but for two things.
She is not well; but yet she has her health: she's
very merry; but yet she is not well: but thanks be
given, she's very well and wants nothing i', the
world; but yet she is not well.
Most fruitfully: I am there before my legs.
Not much commendation to them.
O Lord, sir! why, there't serves well again.
I ne'er had worse luck in my life in my 'O Lord,
sir!' I see things may serve long, but not serve ever.
O Lord, sir! spare not me.
O Lord, sir! Nay, put me to't, I warrant you.
O Lord, sir! Thick, thick, spare not me.
O Lord, sir! There's a simple putting off. More,
more, a hundred of them.
But a trifle neither, in good faith, if the learned
should speak truth of it: here it is, and all that
belongs to't. Ask me if I am a courtier: it shall
do you no harm to learn.
From below your duke to beneath your constable, it
will fit any question.
As fit as ten groats is for the hand of an attorney,
as your French crown for your taffeta punk, as Tib's
rush for Tom's forefinger, as a pancake for Shrove
Tuesday, a morris for May-day, as the nail to his
hole, the cuckold to his horn, as ...
It is like a barber's chair that fits all buttocks,
the pin-buttock, the quatch-buttock, the brawn
buttock, or any buttock.
Truly, madam, if God have lent a man any manners, he
may easily put it off at court: he that cannot make
a leg, put off's cap, kiss his hand and say nothing,
has neither leg, hands, lip, nor cap; and indeed
such a fellow, to say precisely, were ...
I will show myself highly fed and lowly taught: I
know my business is but to the court.
That man should be at woman's command, and yet no
hurt done! Though honesty be no puritan, yet it
will do no hurt; it will wear the surplice of
humility over the black gown of a big heart. I am
going, forsooth: the business is for Helen to come ...
One good woman in ten, madam; which is a purifying
o' the song: would God would serve the world so all
the year! we'ld find no fault with the tithe-woman,
if I were the parson. One in ten, quoth a'! An we
might have a good woman born but ...
Was this fair face the cause, quoth she,
Why the Grecians sacked Troy?
Fond done, done fond,
Was this King Priam's joy?
With that she sighed as she stood,
With that she sighed as she stood,
And gave this sentence then;
Among nine bad if one be good,
A prophet I, madam; and I speak the truth the next
For I the ballad will repeat,
Which men full true shall find;
Your marriage comes by destiny,
Your cuckoo sings by kind.
You're shallow, madam, in great friends; for the
knaves come to do that for me which I am aweary of.
He that ears my land spares my team and gives me
leave to in the crop; if I be his cuckold, he's my
drudge: he that comforts my ...
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