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Thou canst not say I did it; never shake
Thy gory locks at me.

      — Macbeth, Act III Scene 4

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KEYWORD: goose

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1

Love's Labour's Lost
[III, 1]

Moth

853

Until the goose came out of door,
And stay'd the odds by adding four.
Now will I begin your moral, and do you follow with
my l'envoy.
The fox, the ape, and the humble-bee,
Were still at odds, being but three.

2

Love's Labour's Lost
[III, 1]

Don Adriano de Armado

859

Until the goose came out of door,
Staying the odds by adding four.

3

Love's Labour's Lost
[III, 1]

Moth

861

A good l'envoy, ending in the goose: would you
desire more?

4

Love's Labour's Lost
[III, 1]

Costard

863

The boy hath sold him a bargain, a goose, that's flat.
Sir, your pennyworth is good, an your goose be fat.
To sell a bargain well is as cunning as fast and loose:
Let me see; a fat l'envoy; ay, that's a fat goose.

5

Love's Labour's Lost
[III, 1]

Costard

870

True, and I for a plantain: thus came your
argument in;
Then the boy's fat l'envoy, the goose that you bought;
And he ended the market.

6

Love's Labour's Lost
[III, 1]

Costard

882

O, marry me to one Frances: I smell some l'envoy,
some goose, in this.

7

Love's Labour's Lost
[IV, 3]

Biron

1397

This is the liver-vein, which makes flesh a deity,
A green goose a goddess: pure, pure idolatry.
God amend us, God amend! we are much out o' the way.

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