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Henry VI, Part I
[III, 1]

Henry VI

1337

O, how this discord doth afflict my soul!
Can you, my Lord of Winchester, behold
My sighs and tears and will not once relent?
Who should be pitiful, if you be not?
Or who should study to prefer a peace.
If holy churchmen take delight in broils?

2

Henry VI, Part I
[III, 1]

Earl of Warwick

1362

Sweet king! the bishop hath a kindly gird.
For shame, my lord of Winchester, relent!
What, shall a child instruct you what to do?

3

Henry VI, Part I
[III, 3]

Duke of Burgundy

1668

Either she hath bewitch'd me with her words,
Or nature makes me suddenly relent.

4

Henry VI, Part II
[IV, 4]

Queen Margaret

2537

Ah, barbarous villains! hath this lovely face
Ruled, like a wandering planet, over me,
And could it not enforce them to relent,
That were unworthy to behold the same?

5

Henry VI, Part II
[IV, 7]

Lord Say

2730

Ah, countrymen! if when you make your prayers,
God should be so obdurate as yourselves,
How would it fare with your departed souls?
And therefore yet relent, and save my life.

6

Henry VI, Part II
[IV, 8]

Lord Clifford

2768

What say ye, countrymen? will ye relent,
And yield to mercy whilst 'tis offer'd you;
Or let a rebel lead you to your deaths?
Who loves the king and will embrace his pardon,
Fling up his cap, and say 'God save his majesty!'
Who hateth him and honours not his father,
Henry the Fifth, that made all France to quake,
Shake he his weapon at us and pass by.

7

Measure for Measure
[II, 2]

Provost

735

Pray you, do.
[Exit Servant]
I'll know
His pleasure; may be he will relent. Alas,
He hath but as offended in a dream!
All sects, all ages smack of this vice; and he
To die for't!

8

Measure for Measure
[II, 2]

Lucio

889

[Aside to ISABELLA] O, to him, to him, wench! he
will relent;
He's coming; I perceive 't.

9

Merchant of Venice
[III, 3]

Shylock

1720

I'll have my bond; I will not hear thee speak:
I'll have my bond; and therefore speak no more.
I'll not be made a soft and dull-eyed fool,
To shake the head, relent, and sigh, and yield
To Christian intercessors. Follow not;
I'll have no speaking: I will have my bond.

10

Merry Wives of Windsor
[II, 2]

Pistol

824

I do relent: what would thou more of man?

11

Midsummer Night's Dream
[I, 1]

Demetrius

96

Relent, sweet Hermia: and, Lysander, yield
Thy crazed title to my certain right.

12

Richard III
[I, 4]

George Plantagenet (Duke of Clarence)

1086

Relent, and save your souls.

13

Richard III
[I, 4]

First Murderer

1087

Relent! 'tis cowardly and womanish.

14

Richard III
[I, 4]

George Plantagenet (Duke of Clarence)

1088

Not to relent is beastly, savage, devilish.
Which of you, if you were a prince's son,
Being pent from liberty, as I am now,
if two such murderers as yourselves came to you,
Would not entreat for life?
My friend, I spy some pity in thy looks:
O, if thine eye be not a flatterer,
Come thou on my side, and entreat for me,
As you would beg, were you in my distress
A begging prince what beggar pities not?

15

Titus Andronicus
[II, 3]

Tamora

901

Hadst thou in person ne'er offended me,
Even for his sake am I pitiless.
Remember, boys, I pour'd forth tears in vain,
To save your brother from the sacrifice;
But fierce Andronicus would not relent;
Therefore, away with her, and use her as you will,
The worse to her, the better loved of me.

16

Titus Andronicus
[IV, 1]

Marcus Andronicus

1668

O heavens, can you hear a good man groan,
And not relent, or not compassion him?
Marcus, attend him in his ecstasy,
That hath more scars of sorrow in his heart
Than foemen's marks upon his batter'd shield;
But yet so just that he will not revenge.
Revenge, ye heavens, for old Andronicus!