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Had I a dozen sons, each in my love alike and none less dear than thine and my good Marcius, I had rather eleven die nobly for their country than one voluptuously surfeit out of action.

      — Coriolanus, Act I Scene 3

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KEYWORD: aside

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1

As You Like It
[III, 2]

Rosalind

1235

Peace!
Here comes my sister, reading; stand aside.

2

As You Like It
[III, 2]

Rosalind

1391

[Aside to CELIA] I will speak to him like a saucy lackey,
and under that habit play the knave with him.- Do you hear,
forester?

3

As You Like It
[III, 3]

Jaques (lord)

1512

[Aside] O knowledge ill-inhabited, worse than Jove in a
thatch'd house!

4

As You Like It
[III, 3]

Jaques (lord)

1530

[Aside] A material fool!

5

As You Like It
[III, 3]

Jaques (lord)

1541

[Aside] I would fain see this meeting.

6

As You Like It
[III, 3]

Touchstone

1576

[Aside] I am not in the mind but I were better to be
married of him than of another; for he is not like to marry me
well; and not being well married, it will be a good excuse for me
hereafter to leave my wife.

7

As You Like It
[IV, 3]

Oliver

2101

When last the young Orlando parted from you,
He left a promise to return again
Within an hour; and, pacing through the forest,
Chewing the food of sweet and bitter fancy,
Lo, what befell! He threw his eye aside,
And mark what object did present itself.
Under an oak, whose boughs were moss'd with age,
And high top bald with dry antiquity,
A wretched ragged man, o'ergrown with hair,
Lay sleeping on his back. About his neck
A green and gilded snake had wreath'd itself,
Who with her head nimble in threats approach'd
The opening of his mouth; but suddenly,
Seeing Orlando, it unlink'd itself,
And with indented glides did slip away
Into a bush; under which bush's shade
A lioness, with udders all drawn dry,
Lay couching, head on ground, with catlike watch,
When that the sleeping man should stir; for 'tis
The royal disposition of that beast
To prey on nothing that doth seem as dead.
This seen, Orlando did approach the man,
And found it was his brother, his elder brother.

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