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Henry IV, Part I
[I, 2] |
Edward Poins |
271 |
Why, we will set forth before or after them, and
appoint them a place of meeting, wherein it is at
our pleasure to fail, and then will they adventure
upon the exploit themselves; which they shall have
no sooner achieved, but we'll set upon them.
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2 |
Henry V
[V, 2] |
King of France |
3059 |
I have but with a cursorary eye
O'erglanced the articles: pleaseth your grace
To appoint some of your council presently
To sit with us once more, with better heed
To re-survey them, we will suddenly
Pass our accept and peremptory answer.
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Henry VIII
[I, 1] |
Duke of Buckingham |
117 |
Why the devil,
Upon this French going out, took he upon him,
Without the privity o' the king, to appoint
Who should attend on him? He makes up the file
Of all the gentry; for the most part such
To whom as great a charge as little honour
He meant to lay upon: and his own letter,
The honourable board of council out,
Must fetch him in the papers.
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4 |
Julius Caesar
[IV, 1] |
Antony |
1892 |
So is my horse, Octavius; and for that
I do appoint him store of provender:
It is a creature that I teach to fight,
To wind, to stop, to run directly on,
His corporal motion govern'd by my spirit.
And, in some taste, is Lepidus but so;
He must be taught and train'd and bid go forth;
A barren-spirited fellow; one that feeds
On abjects, orts and imitations,
Which, out of use and staled by other men,
Begin his fashion: do not talk of him,
But as a property. And now, Octavius,
Listen great things:—Brutus and Cassius
Are levying powers: we must straight make head:
Therefore let our alliance be combined,
Our best friends made, our means stretch'd
And let us presently go sit in council,
How covert matters may be best disclosed,
And open perils surest answered.
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5 |
Macbeth
[II, 3] |
Macbeth |
822 |
He does: he did appoint so.
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6 |
Merry Wives of Windsor
[II, 1] |
Mistress Page |
653 |
So will I. if he come under my hatches, I'll never
to sea again. Let's be revenged on him: let's
appoint him a meeting; give him a show of comfort in
his suit and lead him on with a fine-baited delay,
till he hath pawned his horses to mine host of the Garter.
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7 |
Merry Wives of Windsor
[III, 1] |
Doctor Caius |
1278 |
Diable! Jack Rugby,—mine host de Jarteer,—have I
not stay for him to kill him? have I not, at de place
I did appoint?
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8 |
Merry Wives of Windsor
[IV, 2] |
Mistress Ford |
2052 |
We'll try that; for I'll appoint my men to carry the
basket again, to meet him at the door with it, as
they did last time.
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Merry Wives of Windsor
[IV, 4] |
Page |
2205 |
'Tis well, 'tis well; no more:
Be not as extreme in submission
As in offence.
But let our plot go forward: let our wives
Yet once again, to make us public sport,
Appoint a meeting with this old fat fellow,
Where we may take him and disgrace him for it.
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10 |
Much Ado about Nothing
[II, 2] |
Borachio |
775 |
I can, at any unseasonable instant of the night,
appoint her to look out at her lady's chamber window.
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11 |
Titus Andronicus
[IV, 4] |
Tamora |
2109 |
If Tamora entreat him, then he will:
For I can smooth and fill his aged ear
With golden promises; that, were his heart
Almost impregnable, his old ears deaf,
Yet should both ear and heart obey my tongue.
[To AEmilius]
Go thou before, be our ambassador:
Say that the emperor requests a parley
Of warlike Lucius, and appoint the meeting
Even at his father's house, the old Andronicus.
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12 |
Winter's Tale
[I, 2] |
Leontes |
433 |
Make that thy question, and go rot!
Dost think I am so muddy, so unsettled,
To appoint myself in this vexation, sully
The purity and whiteness of my sheets,
Which to preserve is sleep, which being spotted
Is goads, thorns, nettles, tails of wasps,
Give scandal to the blood o' the prince my son,
Who I do think is mine and love as mine,
Without ripe moving to't? Would I do this?
Could man so blench?
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