All of Shakespeare’s plays.
Bear witness, Heaven, I have my wish for ever.
Than men their minds! 'tis true.
O heaven! were man
But constant, he were perfect. That one error
Fills him with faults; makes him run through all the sins:
Inconstancy falls off ere it begins.
What is in Silvia's face, but I may spy
More fresh in Julia's ...
But how camest thou by this ring? At my depart
I gave this unto Julia.
How! let me see:
Why, this is the ring I gave to Julia.
Where is that ring, boy?
Look to the boy.
My shame and guilt confounds me.
Forgive me, Valentine: if hearty sorrow
Be a sufficient ransom for offence,
I tender 't here; I do as truly suffer
As e'er I did commit.
I'll force thee yield to my desire.
Nay, if the gentle spirit of moving words
Can no way change you to a milder form,
I'll woo you like a soldier, at arms' end,
And love you 'gainst the nature of love,--force ye.
Who respects friend?
What dangerous action, stood it next to death,
Would I not undergo for one calm look!
O, 'tis the curse in love, and still approved,
When women cannot love where they're beloved!
Unhappy were you, madam, ere I came;
But by my coming I have made you happy.
Madam, this service I have done for you,
Though you respect not aught your servant doth,
To hazard life and rescue you from him
That would have forced your honour and your love;
Vouchsafe me, for my meed, but one fair look;
A smaller boon than this I cannot beg ...
And I will follow, more for Silvia's love
Than hate of Eglamour that goes with her.
That they are out by lease.
O, ay; and pities them.
That you are well derived.
O, sir, she makes no doubt of that.
Ill, when you talk of war.
But pearls are fair; and the old saying is,
Black men are pearls in beauteous ladies' eyes.
She says it is a fair one.
No; that it is too little.
O, sir, I find her milder than she was;
And yet she takes exceptions at your person.
Well, give her that ring and therewithal
This letter. That's her chamber. Tell my lady
I claim the promise for her heavenly picture.
Your message done, hie home unto my chamber,
Where thou shalt find me, sad and solitary.
Wherefore shouldst thou pity her?
Why dost thou cry 'alas'?
Not so; I think she lives.
Go get thee hence, and find my dog again,
Or ne'er return again into my sight.
Away, I say! stay'st thou to vex me here?
A slave, that still an end turns me to shame!
Sebastian, I have entertained thee,
Partly that I have need of ...
What, didst thou offer her this from me?
But she received my dog?
And what says she to my little jewel?
I hope thou wilt.
How now, you whoreson peasant!
Where have you been these two days loitering?
Sebastian is thy name? I like thee well
And will employ thee in some service presently.
As wretches have o'ernight
That wait for execution in the morn.
Madam, if your heart be so obdurate,
Vouchsafe me yet your picture for my love,
The picture that is hanging in your chamber;
To that I'll speak, to that I'll sigh and weep:
For since the substance of your perfect self
Is else devoted, I am but a ...
Sweet lady, let me rake it from the earth.
I likewise hear that Valentine is dead.
I grant, sweet love, that I did love a lady;
But she is dead.
That I may compass yours.
Sir Proteus, gentle lady, and your servant.
One, lady, if you knew his pure heart's truth,
You would quickly learn to know him by his voice.
Madam, good even to your ladyship.
At Saint Gregory's well.
Sir Thurio, fear not you: I will so plead
That you shall say my cunning drift excels.
Ay, Silvia; for your sake.
Sir, but I do; or else I would be hence.
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