All of Shakespeare’s plays.
Madam, depart at pleasure; leave us here.
Show me a murderer, I'll deal with him.
For this care of Tamora,
Herself and hers are highly bound to thee.
What mean'st thou, Aaron? wherefore didst thou this?
How many women saw this child of his?
Advise thee, Aaron, what is to be done,
And we will all subscribe to thy advice:
Save thou the child, so we may all be safe.
By this our mother is forever shamed.
Wilt thou betray thy noble mistress thus?
I'll broach the tadpole on my rapier's point:
Nurse, give it me; my sword shall soon dispatch it.
And therein, hellish dog, thou hast undone.
Woe to her chance, and damn'd her loathed choice!
Accursed the offspring of so foul a fiend!
Villain, what hast thou done?
Soft! who comes here?
Why do the emperor's trumpets flourish thus?
Come, let us go; and pray to all the gods
For our beloved mother in her pains.
I would we had a thousand Roman dames
At such a bay, by turn to serve our lust.
But me more good, to see so great a lord
Basely insinuate and send us gifts.
What's here? A scroll; and written round about?
'Integer vitae, scelerisque purus,
Non eget Mauri jaculis, nec arcu.'
Gramercy, lovely Lucius: what's the news?
If thou hadst hands to help thee knit the cord.
She hath no tongue to call, nor hands to wash;
And so let's leave her to her silent walks.
See, how with signs and tokens she can scrowl.
So, now go tell, an if thy tongue can speak,
Who 'twas that cut thy tongue and ravish'd thee.
Away! for thou hast stay'd us here too long.
Listen, fair madam: let it be your glory
To see her tears; but be your heart to them
As unrelenting flint to drops of rain.
Stay, madam; here is more belongs to her;
First thrash the corn, then after burn the straw:
This minion stood upon her chastity,
Upon her nuptial vow, her loyalty,
And with that painted hope braves your mightiness:
And shall she carry this unto her grave?
This is a witness that I am thy son.
How now, dear sovereign, and our gracious mother!
Why doth your highness look so pale and wan?
Chiron, we hunt not, we, with horse nor hound,
But hope to pluck a dainty doe to ground.
Sit fas aut nefas, till I find the stream
To cool this heat, a charm to calm these fits.
Per Styga, per manes vehor.
Nor me, so I were one.
Aaron, thou hast hit it.
Then why should he despair that knows to court it
With words, fair looks and liberality?
What, hast not thou full often struck a doe,
And borne her cleanly by the keeper's nose?
Why makest thou it so strange?
She is a woman, therefore may be woo'd;
She is a woman, therefore may be won;
She is Lavinia, therefore must be loved.
What, man! more water glideth by the mill
Than wots the miller of; and easy it is
Of a cut ...
Youngling, learn thou to make some meaner choice:
Lavinia is thine elder brother's hope.
Not I, till I have sheathed
My rapier in his bosom and withal
Thrust these reproachful speeches down his throat
That he hath breathed in my dishonour here.
Ay, boy, grow ye so brave?
Why, boy, although our mother, unadvised,
Gave you a dancing-rapier by your side,
Are you so desperate grown, to threat your friends?
Go to; have your lath glued within your sheath
Till you know better how to handle it.
Chiron, thy years want wit, thy wit wants edge,
And manners, to intrude where I am graced;
And may, for aught thou know'st, affected be.
Oppose not Scythia to ambitious Rome.
Alarbus goes to rest; and we survive
To tremble under Titus' threatening looks.
Then, madam, stand resolved, but hope withal
The self-same gods that arm'd the Queen of Troy
With opportunity of sharp revenge
Upon the Thracian tyrant in his tent,
May favor ...
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