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All's Well That Ends Well
[I, 1] |
Helena |
182 |
That wishing well had not a body in't,
Which might be felt; that we, the poorer born,
Whose baser stars do shut us up in wishes,
Might with effects of them follow our friends,
And show what we alone must think, which never
Return us thanks.
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2 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[I, 2] |
Bertram |
264 |
My thanks and duty are your majesty's.
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3 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[II, 1] |
King of France |
738 |
I cannot give thee less, to be call'd grateful:
Thou thought'st to help me; and such thanks I give
As one near death to those that wish him live:
But what at full I know, thou know'st no part,
I knowing all my peril, thou no art.
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4 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[II, 1] |
King of France |
754 |
I must not hear thee; fare thee well, kind maid;
Thy pains not used must by thyself be paid:
Proffers not took reap thanks for their reward.
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5 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[II, 3] |
Helena |
975 |
Thanks, sir; all the rest is mute.
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6 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[II, 4] |
Clown |
1206 |
She is not well; but yet she has her health: she's
very merry; but yet she is not well: but thanks be
given, she's very well and wants nothing i', the
world; but yet she is not well.
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7 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[IV, 3] |
Bertram |
2239 |
But I con him no thanks for't, in the nature he
delivers it.
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8 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[IV, 3] |
First Lord |
2258 |
Nothing, but let him have thanks. Demand of him my
condition, and what credit I have with the duke.
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9 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[IV, 4] |
Helena |
2423 |
That you may well perceive I have not wrong'd you,
One of the greatest in the Christian world
Shall be my surety; 'fore whose throne 'tis needful,
Ere I can perfect mine intents, to kneel:
Time was, I did him a desired office,
Dear almost as his life; which gratitude
Through flinty Tartar's bosom would peep forth,
And answer, thanks: I duly am inform'd
His grace is at Marseilles; to which place
We have convenient convoy. You must know
I am supposed dead: the army breaking,
My husband hies him home; where, heaven aiding,
And by the leave of my good lord the king,
We'll be before our welcome.
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10 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 6] |
Antony |
1268 |
I have heard it, Pompey;
And am well studied for a liberal thanks
Which I do owe you.
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11 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 6] |
Antony |
1273 |
The beds i' the east are soft; and thanks to you,
That call'd me timelier than my purpose hither;
For I have gain'd by 't.
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12 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[III, 4] |
Octavia |
1782 |
Thanks to my lord.
The Jove of power make me most weak, most weak,
Your reconciler! Wars 'twixt you twain would be
As if the world should cleave, and that slain men
Should solder up the rift.
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13 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[IV, 8] |
Antony |
2782 |
We have beat him to his camp: run one before,
And let the queen know of our gests. To-morrow,
Before the sun shall see 's, we'll spill the blood
That has to-day escaped. I thank you all;
For doughty-handed are you, and have fought
Not as you served the cause, but as 't had been
Each man's like mine; you have shown all Hectors.
Enter the city, clip your wives, your friends,
Tell them your feats; whilst they with joyful tears
Wash the congealment from your wounds, and kiss
The honour'd gashes whole.
[To SCARUS]
Give me thy hand
[Enter CLEOPATRA, attended]
To this great fairy I'll commend thy acts,
Make her thanks bless thee.
[To CLEOPATRA]
O thou day o' the world,
Chain mine arm'd neck; leap thou, attire and all,
Through proof of harness to my heart, and there
Ride on the pants triumphing!
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14 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[IV, 14] |
Antony |
3154 |
Nay, good my fellows, do not please sharp fate
To grace it with your sorrows: bid that welcome
Which comes to punish us, and we punish it
Seeming to bear it lightly. Take me up:
I have led you oft: carry me now, good friends,
And have my thanks for all.
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15 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[V, 2] |
Cleopatra |
3392 |
Antony
Did tell me of you, bade me trust you; but
I do not greatly care to be deceived,
That have no use for trusting. If your master
Would have a queen his beggar, you must tell him,
That majesty, to keep decorum, must
No less beg than a kingdom: if he please
To give me conquer'd Egypt for my son,
He gives me so much of mine own, as I
Will kneel to him with thanks.
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16 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[V, 2] |
Cleopatra |
3647 |
Farewell, and thanks.
[Exit DOLABELLA]
Now, Iras, what think'st thou?
Thou, an Egyptian puppet, shalt be shown
In Rome, as well as I. mechanic slaves
With greasy aprons, rules, and hammers, shall
Uplift us to the view; in their thick breaths,
Rank of gross diet, shall be enclouded,
And forced to drink their vapour.
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17 |
As You Like It
[II, 5] |
Jaques (lord) |
839 |
Well then, if ever I thank any man, I'll thank you; but
that they call compliment is like th' encounter of two dog-apes;
and when a man thanks me heartily, methinks have given him a
penny, and he renders me the beggarly thanks. Come, sing; and you
that will not, hold your tongues.
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18 |
As You Like It
[II, 5] |
Jaques (lord) |
847 |
And I have been all this day to avoid him. He is too
disputable for my company. I think of as many matters as he; but
I give heaven thanks, and make no boast of them. Come, warble, come.
SONG
[All together here]
Who doth ambition shun,
And loves to live i' th' sun,
Seeking the food he eats,
And pleas'd with what he gets,
Come hither, come hither, come hither.
Here shall he see
No enemy
But winter and rough weather.
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19 |
Comedy of Errors
[IV, 3] |
Antipholus of Syracuse |
1151 |
There's not a man I meet but doth salute me
As if I were their well-acquainted friend;
And every one doth call me by my name.
Some tender money to me; some invite me;
Some other give me thanks for kindnesses;
Some offer me commodities to buy:
Even now a tailor call'd me in his shop
And show'd me silks that he had bought for me,
And therewithal took measure of my body.
Sure, these are but imaginary wiles
And Lapland sorcerers inhabit here.
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20 |
Comedy of Errors
[V, 1] |
Antipholus of Ephesus |
1837 |
There, take it; and much thanks for my good cheer.
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