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It is meat and drink to me.

      — As You Like It, Act V Scene 1

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KEYWORD: confess

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1

Hamlet
[I, 2]

Laertes

252

My dread lord,
Your leave and favour to return to France;
From whence though willingly I came to Denmark
To show my duty in your coronation,
Yet now I must confess, that duty done,
My thoughts and wishes bend again toward France
And bow them to your gracious leave and pardon.

2

Hamlet
[III, 1]

Rosencrantz

1687

He does confess he feels himself distracted,
But from what cause he will by no means speak.

3

Hamlet
[III, 4]

Hamlet

2542

Ecstasy?
My pulse as yours doth temperately keep time
And makes as healthful music. It is not madness
That I have utt'red. Bring me to the test,
And I the matter will reword; which madness
Would gambol from. Mother, for love of grace,
Lay not that flattering unction to your soul
That not your trespass but my madness speaks.
It will but skin and film the ulcerous place,
Whiles rank corruption, mining all within,
Infects unseen. Confess yourself to heaven;
Repent what's past; avoid what is to come;
And do not spread the compost on the weeds
To make them ranker. Forgive me this my virtue;
For in the fatness of these pursy times
Virtue itself of vice must pardon beg-
Yea, curb and woo for leave to do him good.

4

Hamlet
[V, 1]

First Clown

3376

What, art a heathen? How dost thou understand the Scripture?
The Scripture says Adam digg'd. Could he dig without arms? I'll
put another question to thee. If thou answerest me not to the
purpose, confess thyself-

5

Hamlet
[V, 2]

Hamlet

3785

I dare not confess that, lest I should compare with him in
excellence; but to know a man well were to know himself.

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