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Halloo your name to the reverberate hills,
And make the babbling gossip of the air
Cry out.

      — Twelfth Night, Act I Scene 5

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KEYWORD: deserved

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1

Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 2]

Octavius

830

Say not so, Agrippa:
If Cleopatra heard you, your reproof
Were well deserved of rashness.

2

Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 2]

Domitius Enobarus

906

This was but as a fly by an eagle: we had much more
monstrous matter of feast, which worthily deserved noting.

3

Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 6]

Domitius Enobarus

1309

Sir,
I never loved you much; but I ha' praised ye,
When you have well deserved ten times as much
As I have said you did.

4

Antony and Cleopatra
[III, 13]

Thyreus

2317

The scars upon your honour, therefore, he
Does pity, as constrained blemishes,
Not as deserved.

5

Antony and Cleopatra
[IV, 8]

Antony

2818

He has deserved it, were it carbuncled
Like holy Phoebus' car. Give me thy hand:
Through Alexandria make a jolly march;
Bear our hack'd targets like the men that owe them:
Had our great palace the capacity
To camp this host, we all would sup together,
And drink carouses to the next day's fate,
Which promises royal peril. Trumpeters,
With brazen din blast you the city's ear;
Make mingle with rattling tabourines;
That heaven and earth may strike their sounds together,
Applauding our approach.

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