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Antony and Cleopatra
[IV, 12] |
Antony |
2913 |
All is lost;
This foul Egyptian hath betrayed me:
My fleet hath yielded to the foe; and yonder
They cast their caps up and carouse together
Like friends long lost. Triple-turn'd whore!
'tis thou
Hast sold me to this novice; and my heart
Makes only wars on thee. Bid them all fly;
For when I am revenged upon my charm,
I have done all. Bid them all fly; begone.
[Exit SCARUS]
O sun, thy uprise shall I see no more:
Fortune and Antony part here; even here
Do we shake hands. All come to this? The hearts
That spaniel'd me at heels, to whom I gave
Their wishes, do discandy, melt their sweets
On blossoming Caesar; and this pine is bark'd,
That overtopp'd them all. Betray'd I am:
O this false soul of Egypt! this grave charm,—
Whose eye beck'd forth my wars, and call'd them home;
Whose bosom was my crownet, my chief end,—
Like a right gipsy, hath, at fast and loose,
Beguiled me to the very heart of loss.
What, Eros, Eros!
[Enter CLEOPATRA]
Ah, thou spell! Avaunt!
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Comedy of Errors
[IV, 3] |
Antipholus of Syracuse |
1228 |
Avaunt, thou witch! Come, Dromio, let us go.
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3 |
Henry IV, Part II
[I, 2] |
Falstaff |
386 |
I give thee leave to tell me so! I lay aside that
grows to me! If thou get'st any leave of me, hang me; if thou
tak'st leave, thou wert better be hang'd. You hunt counter.
Hence! Avaunt!
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4 |
Henry V
[III, 2] |
Fluellen |
1147 |
Up to the breach, you dogs! avaunt, you cullions!
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5 |
Henry VI, Part I
[V, 4] |
Joan la Pucelle |
2691 |
Peasant, avaunt! You have suborn'd this man,
Of purpose to obscure my noble birth.
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6 |
Henry VIII
[II, 3] |
Anne Bullen |
1201 |
Not for that neither: here's the pang that pinches:
His highness having lived so long with her, and she
So good a lady that no tongue could ever
Pronounce dishonour of her; by my life,
She never knew harm-doing: O, now, after
So many courses of the sun enthroned,
Still growing in a majesty and pomp, the which
To leave a thousand-fold more bitter than
'Tis sweet at first to acquire,—after this process,
To give her the avaunt! it is a pity
Would move a monster.
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7 |
King John
[IV, 3] |
Salisbury |
2097 |
O, he is old and blushes not at death.
Avaunt, thou hateful villain, get thee gone!
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8 |
King Lear
[III, 6] |
Edgar |
2066 |
Tom will throw his head at them. Avaunt, you curs!
Be thy mouth or black or white,
Tooth that poisons if it bite;
Mastiff, greyhound, mongrel grim,
Hound or spaniel, brach or lym,
Bobtail tyke or trundle-tail-
Tom will make them weep and wail;
For, with throwing thus my head,
Dogs leap the hatch, and all are fled.
Do de, de, de. Sessa! Come, march to wakes and fairs and market
towns. Poor Tom, thy horn is dry.
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9 |
Love's Labour's Lost
[V, 2] |
Princess of France |
2212 |
Avaunt, perplexity! What shall we do,
If they return in their own shapes to woo?
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10 |
Macbeth
[III, 4] |
Macbeth |
1388 |
Avaunt! and quit my sight! let the earth hide thee!
Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold;
Thou hast no speculation in those eyes
Which thou dost glare with!
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11 |
Merry Wives of Windsor
[I, 3] |
Falstaff |
377 |
[To ROBIN] Hold, sirrah, bear you these letters tightly;
Sail like my pinnace to these golden shores.
Rogues, hence, avaunt! vanish like hailstones, go;
Trudge, plod away o' the hoof; seek shelter, pack!
Falstaff will learn the humour of the age,
French thrift, you rogues; myself and skirted page.
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12 |
Othello
[III, 3] |
Othello |
2011 |
Avaunt! be gone! thou hast set me on the rack:
I swear 'tis better to be much abused
Than but to know't a little.
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13 |
Othello
[IV, 1] |
Othello |
2698 |
Ay; you did wish that I would make her turn:
Sir, she can turn, and turn, and yet go on,
And turn again; and she can weep, sir, weep;
And she's obedient, as you say, obedient,
Very obedient. Proceed you in your tears.
Concerning this, sir,—O well-painted passion!—
I am commanded home. Get you away;
I'll send for you anon. Sir, I obey the mandate,
And will return to Venice. Hence, avaunt!
[Exit DESDEMONA]
Cassio shall have my place. And, sir, tonight,
I do entreat that we may sup together:
You are welcome, sir, to Cyprus.—Goats and monkeys!
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14 |
Pericles
[IV, 6] |
Lysimachus |
2061 |
Avaunt, thou damned door-keeper!
Your house, but for this virgin that doth prop it,
Would sink and overwhelm you. Away!
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15 |
Rape of Lucrece |
Shakespeare |
325 |
'Then, childish fear, avaunt! debating, die!
Respect and reason, wait on wrinkled age!
My heart shall never countermand mine eye:
Sad pause and deep regard beseem the sage;
My part is youth, and beats these from the stage:
Desire my pilot is, beauty my prize;
Then who fears sinking where such treasure lies?'
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16 |
Richard III
[I, 2] |
Lady Anne |
217 |
What, do you tremble? are you all afraid?
Alas, I blame you not; for you are mortal,
And mortal eyes cannot endure the devil.
Avaunt, thou dreadful minister of hell!
Thou hadst but power over his mortal body,
His soul thou canst not have; therefore be gone.
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Titus Andronicus
[I, 1] |
Titus Andronicus |
312 |
Traitors, avaunt! Where is the emperor's guard?
Treason, my lord! Lavinia is surprised!
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