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All's Well That Ends Well
[IV, 5] |
Lafeu |
2519 |
A shrewd knave and an unhappy.
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2 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[III, 4] |
Octavia |
1762 |
O my good lord,
Believe not all; or, if you must believe,
Stomach not all. A more unhappy lady,
If this division chance, ne'er stood between,
Praying for both parts:
The good gods me presently,
When I shall pray, 'O bless my lord and husband!'
Undo that prayer, by crying out as loud,
'O, bless my brother!' Husband win, win brother,
Prays, and destroys the prayer; no midway
'Twixt these extremes at all.
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3 |
As You Like It
[II, 3] |
Adam |
660 |
O unhappy youth!
Come not within these doors; within this roof
The enemy of all your graces lives.
Your brother- no, no brother; yet the son-
Yet not the son; I will not call him son
Of him I was about to call his father-
Hath heard your praises; and this night he means
To burn the lodging where you use to lie,
And you within it. If he fail of that,
He will have other means to cut you off;
I overheard him and his practices.
This is no place; this house is but a butchery;
Abhor it, fear it, do not enter it.
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4 |
As You Like It
[II, 7] |
Duke |
1033 |
Thou seest we are not all alone unhappy:
This wide and universal theatre
Presents more woeful pageants than the scene
Wherein we play in.
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5 |
Comedy of Errors
[I, 2] |
Antipholus of Syracuse |
197 |
He that commends me to mine own content
Commends me to the thing I cannot get.
I to the world am like a drop of water
That in the ocean seeks another drop,
Who, falling there to find his fellow forth,
Unseen, inquisitive, confounds himself:
So I, to find a mother and a brother,
In quest of them, unhappy, lose myself.
[Enter DROMIO of Ephesus]
Here comes the almanac of my true date.
What now? how chance thou art return'd so soon?
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6 |
Comedy of Errors
[IV, 4] |
Adriana |
1374 |
I will discharge thee ere I go from thee:
Bear me forthwith unto his creditor,
And, knowing how the debt grows, I will pay it.
Good master doctor, see him safe convey'd
Home to my house. O most unhappy day!
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7 |
Comedy of Errors
[IV, 4] |
Antipholus of Ephesus |
1379 |
O most unhappy strumpet!
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8 |
Henry IV, Part I
[I, 3] |
Earl of Northumberland |
476 |
He was; I heard the proclamation:
And then it was when the unhappy king,
—Whose wrongs in us God pardon!—did set forth
Upon his Irish expedition;
From whence he intercepted did return
To be deposed and shortly murdered.
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Henry VI, Part II
[III, 2] |
Queen Margaret |
1737 |
Why do you rate my Lord of Suffolk thus?
Although the duke was enemy to him,
Yet he most Christian-like laments his death:
And for myself, foe as he was to me,
Might liquid tears or heart-offending groans
Or blood-consuming sighs recall his life,
I would be blind with weeping, sick with groans,
Look pale as primrose with blood-drinking sighs,
And all to have the noble duke alive.
What know I how the world may deem of me?
For it is known we were but hollow friends:
It may be judged I made the duke away;
So shall my name with slander's tongue be wounded,
And princes' courts be fill'd with my reproach.
This get I by his death: ay me, unhappy!
To be a queen, and crown'd with infamy!
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10 |
Henry VIII
[III, 1] |
Queen Katharine |
1783 |
Would I had never trod this English earth,
Or felt the flatteries that grow upon it!
Ye have angels' faces, but heaven knows your hearts.
What will become of me now, wretched lady!
I am the most unhappy woman living.
Alas, poor wenches, where are now your fortunes!
Shipwreck'd upon a kingdom, where no pity,
No friend, no hope; no kindred weep for me;
Almost no grave allow'd me: like the lily,
That once was mistress of the field and flourish'd,
I'll hang my head and perish.
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11 |
King Lear
[I, 1] |
Cordelia |
93 |
Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave
My heart into my mouth. I love your Majesty
According to my bond; no more nor less.
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12 |
King Lear
[IV, 6] |
Oswald |
2844 |
A proclaim'd prize! Most happy!
That eyeless head of thine was first fram'd flesh
To raise my fortunes. Thou old unhappy traitor,
Briefly thyself remember. The sword is out
That must destroy thee.
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13 |
Love's Labour's Lost
[V, 2] |
Katharine |
1892 |
Ay, and a shrewd unhappy gallows too.
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14 |
Measure for Measure
[I, 4] |
Lucio |
367 |
Hail, virgin, if you be, as those cheek-roses
Proclaim you are no less! Can you so stead me
As bring me to the sight of Isabella,
A novice of this place and the fair sister
To her unhappy brother Claudio?
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15 |
Measure for Measure
[I, 4] |
Isabella |
372 |
Why 'her unhappy brother'? let me ask,
The rather for I now must make you know
I am that Isabella and his sister.
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16 |
Measure for Measure
[IV, 3] |
Isabella |
2248 |
Unhappy Claudio! wretched Isabel!
Injurious world! most damned Angelo!
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17 |
Merchant of Venice
[V, 1] |
Antonio |
2706 |
I am the unhappy subject of these quarrels.
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18 |
Othello
[I, 1] |
Brabantio |
176 |
It is too true an evil: gone she is;
And what's to come of my despised time
Is nought but bitterness. Now, Roderigo,
Where didst thou see her? O unhappy girl!
With the Moor, say'st thou? Who would be a father!
How didst thou know 'twas she? O she deceives me
Past thought! What said she to you? Get more tapers:
Raise all my kindred. Are they married, think you?
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19 |
Othello
[II, 3] |
Cassio |
1164 |
Not to-night, good Iago: I have very poor and
unhappy brains for drinking: I could well wish
courtesy would invent some other custom of
entertainment.
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20 |
Othello
[III, 4] |
Desdemona |
2290 |
I ne'er saw this before.
Sure, there's some wonder in this handkerchief:
I am most unhappy in the loss of it.
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