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All's Well That Ends Well
[II, 1] |
Helena |
798 |
If I break time, or flinch in property
Of what I spoke, unpitied let me die,
And well deserved: not helping, death's my fee;
But, if I help, what do you promise me?
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2 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[II, 3] |
Parolles |
1120 |
I have not, my lord, deserved it.
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3 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[II, 5] |
Parolles |
1296 |
I know not how I have deserved to run into my lord's
displeasure.
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4 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[IV, 3] |
Bertram |
2192 |
No matter: his heels have deserved it, in usurping
his spurs so long. How does he carry himself?
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5 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 2] |
Octavius |
830 |
Say not so, Agrippa:
If Cleopatra heard you, your reproof
Were well deserved of rashness.
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6 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 2] |
Domitius Enobarus |
906 |
This was but as a fly by an eagle: we had much more
monstrous matter of feast, which worthily deserved noting.
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7 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 6] |
Domitius Enobarus |
1309 |
Sir,
I never loved you much; but I ha' praised ye,
When you have well deserved ten times as much
As I have said you did.
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8 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[III, 13] |
Thyreus |
2317 |
The scars upon your honour, therefore, he
Does pity, as constrained blemishes,
Not as deserved.
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9 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[IV, 8] |
Antony |
2818 |
He has deserved it, were it carbuncled
Like holy Phoebus' car. Give me thy hand:
Through Alexandria make a jolly march;
Bear our hack'd targets like the men that owe them:
Had our great palace the capacity
To camp this host, we all would sup together,
And drink carouses to the next day's fate,
Which promises royal peril. Trumpeters,
With brazen din blast you the city's ear;
Make mingle with rattling tabourines;
That heaven and earth may strike their sounds together,
Applauding our approach.
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10 |
Coriolanus
[II, 2] |
Second Officer |
1248 |
He hath deserved worthily of his country: and his
ascent is not by such easy degrees as those who,
having been supple and courteous to the people,
bonneted, without any further deed to have them at
an into their estimation and report: but he hath so
planted his honours in their eyes, and his actions
in their hearts, that for their tongues to be
silent, and not confess so much, were a kind of
ingrateful injury; to report otherwise, were a
malice, that, giving itself the lie, would pluck
reproof and rebuke from every ear that heard it.
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11 |
Coriolanus
[II, 3] |
Fourth Citizen |
1521 |
You have deserved nobly of your country, and you
have not deserved nobly.
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12 |
Coriolanus
[III, 1] |
Cominius |
1801 |
The people are abused; set on. This paltering
Becomes not Rome, nor has Coriolanus
Deserved this so dishonour'd rub, laid falsely
I' the plain way of his merit.
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13 |
Coriolanus
[III, 1] |
Menenius Agrippa |
2103 |
Now the good gods forbid
That our renowned Rome, whose gratitude
Towards her deserved children is enroll'd
In Jove's own book, like an unnatural dam
Should now eat up her own!
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14 |
Coriolanus
[III, 3] |
Sicinius Velutus |
2513 |
Go, see him out at gates, and follow him,
As he hath followed you, with all despite;
Give him deserved vexation. Let a guard
Attend us through the city.
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15 |
Coriolanus
[IV, 5] |
Coriolanus |
2764 |
I have deserved no better entertainment,
In being Coriolanus.
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16 |
Coriolanus
[IV, 6] |
Cominius |
3151 |
Who shall ask it?
The tribunes cannot do't for shame; the people
Deserve such pity of him as the wolf
Does of the shepherds: for his best friends, if they
Should say 'Be good to Rome,' they charged him even
As those should do that had deserved his hate,
And therein show'd like enemies.
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17 |
Coriolanus
[IV, 6] |
Menenius Agrippa |
3177 |
Here come the clusters.
And is Aufidius with him? You are they
That made the air unwholesome, when you cast
Your stinking greasy caps in hooting at
Coriolanus' exile. Now he's coming;
And not a hair upon a soldier's head
Which will not prove a whip: as many coxcombs
As you threw caps up will he tumble down,
And pay you for your voices. 'Tis no matter;
if he could burn us all into one coal,
We have deserved it.
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18 |
Coriolanus
[V, 6] |
Tullus Aufidius |
3893 |
I have not deserved it.
But, worthy lords, have you with heed perused
What I have written to you?
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19 |
Cymbeline
[IV, 4] |
Belarius |
2909 |
O, I am known
Of many in the army: many years,
Though Cloten then but young, you see, not wore him
From my remembrance. And, besides, the king
Hath not deserved my service nor your loves;
Who find in my exile the want of breeding,
The certainty of this hard life; aye hopeless
To have the courtesy your cradle promised,
But to be still hot summer's tamings and
The shrinking slaves of winter.
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20 |
Cymbeline
[V, 3] |
Posthumus Leonatus |
3038 |
Close by the battle, ditch'd, and wall'd with turf;
Which gave advantage to an ancient soldier,
An honest one, I warrant; who deserved
So long a breeding as his white beard came to,
In doing this for's country: athwart the lane,
He, with two striplings-lads more like to run
The country base than to commit such slaughter
With faces fit for masks, or rather fairer
Than those for preservation cased, or shame—
Made good the passage; cried to those that fled,
'Our Britain s harts die flying, not our men:
To darkness fleet souls that fly backwards. Stand;
Or we are Romans and will give you that
Like beasts which you shun beastly, and may save,
But to look back in frown: stand, stand.'
These three,
Three thousand confident, in act as many—
For three performers are the file when all
The rest do nothing—with this word 'Stand, stand,'
Accommodated by the place, more charming
With their own nobleness, which could have turn'd
A distaff to a lance, gilded pale looks,
Part shame, part spirit renew'd; that some,
turn'd coward
But by example—O, a sin in war,
Damn'd in the first beginners!—gan to look
The way that they did, and to grin like lions
Upon the pikes o' the hunters. Then began
A stop i' the chaser, a retire, anon
A rout, confusion thick; forthwith they fly
Chickens, the way which they stoop'd eagles; slaves,
The strides they victors made: and now our cowards,
Like fragments in hard voyages, became
The life o' the need: having found the backdoor open
Of the unguarded hearts, heavens, how they wound!
Some slain before; some dying; some their friends
O'er borne i' the former wave: ten, chased by one,
Are now each one the slaughter-man of twenty:
Those that would die or ere resist are grown
The mortal bugs o' the field.
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