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Measure for Measure
[II, 3] |
Juliet |
1011 |
Must die to-morrow! O injurious love,
That respites me a life, whose very comfort
Is still a dying horror!
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2 |
Measure for Measure
[III, 1] |
Claudio |
1278 |
Now, sister, what's the comfort?
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3 |
Measure for Measure
[III, 1] |
Vincentio |
1467 |
Left her in her tears, and dried not one of them
with his comfort; swallowed his vows whole,
pretending in her discoveries of dishonour: in few,
bestowed her on her own lamentation, which she yet
wears for his sake; and he, a marble to her tears,
is washed with them, but relents not.
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4 |
Measure for Measure
[III, 1] |
Isabella |
1510 |
I thank you for this comfort. Fare you well, good father.
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5 |
Measure for Measure
[III, 2] |
Pompey |
1552 |
I spy comfort; I cry bail. Here's a gentleman and a
friend of mine.
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6 |
Measure for Measure
[IV, 1] |
Mariana |
1801 |
Break off thy song, and haste thee quick away:
Here comes a man of comfort, whose advice
Hath often still'd my brawling discontent.
[Exit Boy]
[Enter DUKE VINCENTIO disguised as before]
I cry you mercy, sir; and well could wish
You had not found me here so musical:
Let me excuse me, and believe me so,
My mirth it much displeased, but pleased my woe.
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7 |
Measure for Measure
[IV, 2] |
Provost |
1954 |
Who can do good on him?
Well, go, prepare yourself.
[Knocking within]
But, hark, what noise?
Heaven give your spirits comfort!
[Exit CLAUDIO]
By and by.
I hope it is some pardon or reprieve
For the most gentle Claudio.
[Enter DUKE VINCENTIO disguised as before]
Welcome father.
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8 |
Measure for Measure
[IV, 2] |
Provost |
1971 |
What comfort is for Claudio?
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9 |
Measure for Measure
[IV, 3] |
Vincentio |
2165 |
Sir, induced by my charity, and hearing how hastily
you are to depart, I am come to advise you, comfort
you and pray with you.
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10 |
Measure for Measure
[V, 1] |
Isabella |
2440 |
O prince, I conjure thee, as thou believest
There is another comfort than this world,
That thou neglect me not, with that opinion
That I am touch'd with madness! Make not impossible
That which but seems unlike: 'tis not impossible
But one, the wicked'st caitiff on the ground,
May seem as shy, as grave, as just, as absolute
As Angelo; even so may Angelo,
In all his dressings, characts, titles, forms,
Be an arch-villain; believe it, royal prince:
If he be less, he's nothing; but he's more,
Had I more name for badness.
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11 |
Measure for Measure
[V, 1] |
Vincentio |
2811 |
You are pardon'd, Isabel:
And now, dear maid, be you as free to us.
Your brother's death, I know, sits at your heart;
And you may marvel why I obscured myself,
Labouring to save his life, and would not rather
Make rash remonstrance of my hidden power
Than let him so be lost. O most kind maid,
It was the swift celerity of his death,
Which I did think with slower foot came on,
That brain'd my purpose. But, peace be with him!
That life is better life, past fearing death,
Than that which lives to fear: make it your comfort,
So happy is your brother.
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