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1 |
Measure for Measure
[III, 2] |
Vincentio |
1530 |
Fie, sirrah! a bawd, a wicked bawd!
The evil that thou causest to be done,
That is thy means to live. Do thou but think
What 'tis to cram a maw or clothe a back
From such a filthy vice: say to thyself,
From their abominable and beastly touches
I drink, I eat, array myself, and live.
Canst thou believe thy living is a life,
So stinkingly depending? Go mend, go mend.
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2 |
Measure for Measure
[IV, 2] |
Provost |
1886 |
Come hither, sirrah. Can you cut off a man's head?
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3 |
Measure for Measure
[IV, 2] |
Provost |
1906 |
Sirrah, here's a fellow will help you to-morrow in
your execution. If you think it meet, compound with
him by the year, and let him abide here with you; if
not, use him for the present and dismiss him. He
cannot plead his estimation with you; he hath been a bawd.
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4 |
Measure for Measure
[IV, 2] |
Provost |
1936 |
You, sirrah, provide your block and your axe
to-morrow four o'clock.
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5 |
Measure for Measure
[IV, 3] |
Abhorson |
2137 |
Sirrah, bring Barnardine hither.
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6 |
Measure for Measure
[IV, 3] |
Abhorson |
2151 |
Is the axe upon the block, sirrah?
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7 |
Measure for Measure
[V, 1] |
Vincentio |
2622 |
Sirrah, no more!
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8 |
Measure for Measure
[V, 1] |
Vincentio |
2923 |
There was a friar told me of this man.
Sirrah, thou art said to have a stubborn soul.
That apprehends no further than this world,
And squarest thy life according. Thou'rt condemn'd:
But, for those earthly faults, I quit them all;
And pray thee take this mercy to provide
For better times to come. Friar, advise him;
I leave him to your hand. What muffled fellow's that?
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9 |
Measure for Measure
[V, 1] |
Vincentio |
2935 |
[To ISABELLA] If he be like your brother, for his sake
Is he pardon'd; and, for your lovely sake,
Give me your hand and say you will be mine.
He is my brother too: but fitter time for that.
By this Lord Angelo perceives he's safe;
Methinks I see a quickening in his eye.
Well, Angelo, your evil quits you well:
Look that you love your wife; her worth worth yours.
I find an apt remission in myself;
And yet here's one in place I cannot pardon.
[To LUCIO]
You, sirrah, that knew me for a fool, a coward,
One all of luxury, an ass, a madman;
Wherein have I so deserved of you,
That you extol me thus?
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