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Measure for Measure
[II, 1] |
Escalus |
457 |
Ay, but yet
Let us be keen, and rather cut a little,
Than fall, and bruise to death. Alas, this gentleman
Whom I would save, had a most noble father!
Let but your honour know,
Whom I believe to be most strait in virtue,
That, in the working of your own affections,
Had time cohered with place or place with wishing,
Or that the resolute acting of your blood
Could have attain'd the effect of your own purpose,
Whether you had not sometime in your life
Err'd in this point which now you censure him,
And pull'd the law upon you.
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2 |
Measure for Measure
[II, 2] |
Angelo |
773 |
Stay a little while.
[To ISABELLA]
You're welcome: what's your will?
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3 |
Measure for Measure
[II, 2] |
Isabella |
875 |
Could great men thunder
As Jove himself does, Jove would ne'er be quiet,
For every pelting, petty officer
Would use his heaven for thunder;
Nothing but thunder! Merciful Heaven,
Thou rather with thy sharp and sulphurous bolt
Split'st the unwedgeable and gnarled oak
Than the soft myrtle: but man, proud man,
Drest in a little brief authority,
Most ignorant of what he's most assured,
His glassy essence, like an angry ape,
Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven
As make the angels weep; who, with our spleens,
Would all themselves laugh mortal.
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4 |
Measure for Measure
[II, 4] |
Isabella |
1174 |
I know your virtue hath a licence in't,
Which seems a little fouler than it is,
To pluck on others.
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5 |
Measure for Measure
[II, 4] |
Isabella |
1179 |
Ha! little honour to be much believed,
And most pernicious purpose! Seeming, seeming!
I will proclaim thee, Angelo; look for't:
Sign me a present pardon for my brother,
Or with an outstretch'd throat I'll tell the world aloud
What man thou art.
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6 |
Measure for Measure
[III, 2] |
Lucio |
1608 |
A little more lenity to lechery would do no harm in
him: something too crabbed that way, friar.
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7 |
Measure for Measure
[III, 2] |
Vincentio |
1672 |
O, you hope the duke will return no more; or you
imagine me too unhurtful an opposite. But indeed I
can do you little harm; you'll forswear this again.
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8 |
Measure for Measure
[IV, 1] |
Vincentio |
1818 |
I do constantly believe you. The time is come even
now. I shall crave your forbearance a little: may
be I will call upon you anon, for some advantage to yourself.
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9 |
Measure for Measure
[IV, 1] |
Isabella |
1825 |
He hath a garden circummured with brick,
Whose western side is with a vineyard back'd;
And to that vineyard is a planched gate,
That makes his opening with this bigger key:
This other doth command a little door
Which from the vineyard to the garden leads;
There have I made my promise
Upon the heavy middle of the night
To call upon him.
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10 |
Measure for Measure
[IV, 1] |
Isabella |
1874 |
Little have you to say
When you depart from him, but, soft and low,
'Remember now my brother.'
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11 |
Measure for Measure
[IV, 2] |
Abhorson |
1926 |
Every true man's apparel fits your thief: if it be
too little for your thief, your true man thinks it
big enough; if it be too big for your thief, your
thief thinks it little enough: so every true man's
apparel fits your thief.
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12 |
Measure for Measure
[IV, 3] |
Vincentio |
2289 |
Sir, the duke is marvellous little beholding to your
reports; but the best is, he lives not in them.
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13 |
Measure for Measure
[IV, 3] |
Lucio |
2303 |
By my troth, I'll go with thee to the lane's end:
if bawdy talk offend you, we'll have very little of
it. Nay, friar, I am a kind of burr; I shall stick.
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14 |
Measure for Measure
[V, 1] |
Mariana |
2869 |
Isabel,
Sweet Isabel, do yet but kneel by me;
Hold up your hands, say nothing; I'll speak all.
They say, best men are moulded out of faults;
And, for the most, become much more the better
For being a little bad: so may my husband.
O Isabel, will you not lend a knee?
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