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Measure for Measure
[I, 1] |
Vincentio |
5 |
Of government the properties to unfold,
Would seem in me to affect speech and discourse;
Since I am put to know that your own science
Exceeds, in that, the lists of all advice
My strength can give you: then no more remains,
But that to your sufficiency [—]
[—] as your Worth is able,]
And let them work. The nature of our people,
Our city's institutions, and the terms
For common justice, you're as pregnant in
As art and practise hath enriched any
That we remember. There is our commission,
From which we would not have you warp. Call hither,
I say, bid come before us Angelo.
[Exit an Attendant]
What figure of us Think you he will bear?
For you must know, we have with special soul
Elected him our absence to supply,
Lent him our terror, dress'd him with our love,
And given his deputation all the organs
Of our own power: what think you of it?
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2 |
Measure for Measure
[I, 1] |
Vincentio |
33 |
Angelo,
There is a kind of character in thy life,
That to the observer doth thy history
Fully unfold. Thyself and thy belongings
Are not thine own so proper as to waste
Thyself upon thy virtues, they on thee.
Heaven doth with us as we with torches do,
Not light them for themselves; for if our virtues
Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike
As if we had them not. Spirits are not finely touch'd
But to fine issues, nor Nature never lends
The smallest scruple of her excellence
But, like a thrifty goddess, she determines
Herself the glory of a creditor,
Both thanks and use. But I do bend my speech
To one that can my part in him advertise;
Hold therefore, Angelo:—
In our remove be thou at full ourself;
Mortality and mercy in Vienna
Live in thy tongue and heart: old Escalus,
Though first in question, is thy secondary.
Take thy commission.
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3 |
Measure for Measure
[I, 1] |
Vincentio |
72 |
My haste may not admit it;
Nor need you, on mine honour, have to do
With any scruple; your scope is as mine own
So to enforce or qualify the laws
As to your soul seems good. Give me your hand:
I'll privily away. I love the people,
But do not like to stage me to their eyes:
Through it do well, I do not relish well
Their loud applause and Aves vehement;
Nor do I think the man of safe discretion
That does affect it. Once more, fare you well.
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4 |
Measure for Measure
[I, 1] |
Escalus |
87 |
I shall desire you, sir, to give me leave
To have free speech with you; and it concerns me
To look into the bottom of my place:
A power I have, but of what strength and nature
I am not yet instructed.
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5 |
Measure for Measure
[I, 2] |
Lucio |
98 |
If the duke with the other dukes come not to
composition with the King of Hungary, why then all
the dukes fall upon the king.
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6 |
Measure for Measure
[I, 2] |
First Gentleman |
101 |
Heaven grant us its peace, but not the King of
Hungary's!
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7 |
Measure for Measure
[I, 2] |
Second Gentleman |
107 |
'Thou shalt not steal'?
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8 |
Measure for Measure
[I, 2] |
First Gentleman |
109 |
Why, 'twas a commandment to command the captain and
all the rest from their functions: they put forth
to steal. There's not a soldier of us all, that, in
the thanksgiving before meat, do relish the petition
well that prays for peace.
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9 |
Measure for Measure
[I, 2] |
Lucio |
121 |
Ay, why not? Grace is grace, despite of all
controversy: as, for example, thou thyself art a
wicked villain, despite of all grace.
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10 |
Measure for Measure
[I, 2] |
First Gentleman |
136 |
I think I have done myself wrong, have I not?
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11 |
Measure for Measure
[I, 2] |
Lucio |
147 |
Nay, not as one would say, healthy; but so sound as
things that are hollow: thy bones are hollow;
impiety has made a feast of thee.
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12 |
Measure for Measure
[I, 2] |
First Gentleman |
156 |
Claudio to prison? 'tis not so.
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13 |
Measure for Measure
[I, 2] |
Lucio |
160 |
But, after all this fooling, I would not have it so.
Art thou sure of this?
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14 |
Measure for Measure
[I, 2] |
Pompey |
183 |
No, but there's a woman with maid by him. You have
not heard of the proclamation, have you?
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15 |
Measure for Measure
[I, 2] |
Pompey |
195 |
Come; fear you not: good counsellors lack no
clients: though you change your place, you need not
change your trade; I'll be your tapster still.
Courage! there will be pity taken on you: you that
have worn your eyes almost out in the service, you
will be considered.
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16 |
Measure for Measure
[I, 2] |
Provost |
208 |
I do it not in evil disposition,
But from Lord Angelo by special charge.
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17 |
Measure for Measure
[I, 2] |
Claudio |
210 |
Thus can the demigod Authority
Make us pay down for our offence by weight
The words of heaven; on whom it will, it will;
On whom it will not, so; yet still 'tis just.
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18 |
Measure for Measure
[I, 2] |
Claudio |
236 |
Thus stands it with me: upon a true contract
I got possession of Julietta's bed:
You know the lady; she is fast my wife,
Save that we do the denunciation lack
Of outward order: this we came not to,
Only for propagation of a dower
Remaining in the coffer of her friends,
From whom we thought it meet to hide our love
Till time had made them for us. But it chances
The stealth of our most mutual entertainment
With character too gross is writ on Juliet.
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19 |
Measure for Measure
[I, 2] |
Claudio |
268 |
I have done so, but he's not to be found.
I prithee, Lucio, do me this kind service:
This day my sister should the cloister enter
And there receive her approbation:
Acquaint her with the danger of my state:
Implore her, in my voice, that she make friends
To the strict deputy; bid herself assay him:
I have great hope in that; for in her youth
There is a prone and speechless dialect,
Such as move men; beside, she hath prosperous art
When she will play with reason and discourse,
And well she can persuade.
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20 |
Measure for Measure
[I, 3] |
Vincentio |
290 |
No, holy father; throw away that thought;
Believe not that the dribbling dart of love
Can pierce a complete bosom. Why I desire thee
To give me secret harbour, hath a purpose
More grave and wrinkled than the aims and ends
Of burning youth.
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