All of Shakespeare’s plays.
I'll help you, Sir Toby, because well be dressed together.
If a bloody coxcomb be a hurt, you have hurt me: I
think you set nothing by a bloody coxcomb.
Enter SIR TOBY BELCH and Clown
Here comes Sir Toby halting; you shall hear more:
but if he had not been in drink, he would have
tickled you othergates than ...
'Od's lifelings, here he is! You broke my head for
nothing; and that that I did, I was set on to do't
by Sir Toby.
The count's gentleman, one Cesario: we took him for
a coward, but he's the very devil incardinate.
He has broke my head across and has given Sir Toby
a bloody coxcomb too: for the love of God, your
help! I had rather than forty pound I were at home.
For the love of God, a surgeon! Send one presently
to Sir Toby.
Nay, let him alone: I'll go another way to work
with him; I'll have an action of battery against
him, if there be any law in Illyria: though I
struck him first, yet it's no matter for that.
Now, sir, have I met you again? there's for you.
An I do not,--
'Slid, I'll after him again and beat him.
Marry, will I, sir; and, for that I promised you,
I'll be as good as my word: he will bear you easily
and reins well.
Pray God, he keep his oath!
Plague on't, an I thought he had been valiant and so
cunning in fence, I'ld have seen him damned ere I'ld
have challenged him. Let him let the matter slip,
and I'll give him my horse, grey Capilet.
Pox on't, I'll not meddle with him.
Nay, let me alone for swearing.
Ay, is't, I warrant him: do but read.
Here's the challenge, read it: warrant there's
vinegar and pepper in't.
Where shall I find you?
Will either of you bear me a challenge to him?
An't be any way, it must be with valour; for policy
I hate: I had as lief be a Brownist as a
'Slight, will you make an ass o' me?
As plain as I see you now.
Marry, I saw your niece do more favours to the
count's serving-man than ever she bestowed upon me;
I saw't i' the orchard.
No, faith, I'll not stay a jot longer.
'Odours,' 'pregnant' and 'vouchsafed:' I'll get 'em
all three all ready.
That youth's a rare courtier: 'Rain odours;' well.
I hope, sir, you are; and I am yours.
Dieu vous garde, monsieur.
I'll make one too.
I' faith, or I either?
Or o' mine either?
Nor I neither.
So could I too.
Her C's, her U's and her T's: why that?
I knew 'twas I; for many do call me fool.
That's me, I warrant you.
Fie on him, Jezebel!
Pistol him, pistol him.
'Slight, I could so beat the rogue!
An we do not, it is pity of our lives.
If I do not, never trust me, take it how you will.
If I cannot recover your niece, I am a foul way out.
I was adored once too.
Before me, she's a good wench.
O, 'twill be admirable!
And your horse now would make him an ass.
I have't in my nose too.
I have no exquisite reason for't, but I have reason
O, if I thought that I'ld beat him like a dog!
'Twere as good a deed as to drink when a man's
a-hungry, to challenge him the field, and then to
break promise with him and make a fool of him.
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