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All's Well That Ends Well
[II, 1] |
Helena |
734 |
My duty then shall pay me for my pains:
I will no more enforce mine office on you.
Humbly entreating from your royal thoughts
A modest one, to bear me back a again.
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2 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[III, 7] |
Helena |
1863 |
Take this purse of gold,
And let me buy your friendly help thus far,
Which I will over-pay and pay again
When I have found it. The count he wooes your daughter,
Lays down his wanton siege before her beauty,
Resolved to carry her: let her in fine consent,
As we'll direct her how 'tis best to bear it.
Now his important blood will nought deny
That she'll demand: a ring the county wears,
That downward hath succeeded in his house
From son to son, some four or five descents
Since the first father wore it: this ring he holds
In most rich choice; yet in his idle fire,
To buy his will, it would not seem too dear,
Howe'er repented after.
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3 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[V, 3] |
King of France |
3046 |
Let us from point to point this story know,
To make the even truth in pleasure flow.
[To DIANA]
If thou be'st yet a fresh uncropped flower,
Choose thou thy husband, and I'll pay thy dower;
For I can guess that by thy honest aid
Thou keep'st a wife herself, thyself a maid.
Of that and all the progress, more or less,
Resolvedly more leisure shall express:
All yet seems well; and if it end so meet,
The bitter past, more welcome is the sweet.
[Flourish]
EPILOGUE
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4 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[V, 3] |
King of France |
3059 |
The king's a beggar, now the play is done:
All is well ended, if this suit be won,
That you express content; which we will pay,
With strife to please you, day exceeding day:
Ours be your patience then, and yours our parts;
Your gentle hands lend us, and take our hearts.
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5 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[III, 4] |
Antony |
1752 |
Nay, nay, Octavia, not only that,—
That were excusable, that, and thousands more
Of semblable import,—but he hath waged
New wars 'gainst Pompey; made his will, and read it
To public ear:
Spoke scantly of me: when perforce he could not
But pay me terms of honour, cold and sickly
He vented them; most narrow measure lent me:
When the best hint was given him, he not took't,
Or did it from his teeth.
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6 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[IV, 14] |
Antony |
3021 |
Unarm, Eros; the long day's task is done,
And we must sleep.
[To MARDIAN]
That thou depart'st hence safe,
Does pay thy labour richly; go.
[Exit MARDIAN]
Off, pluck off:
The seven-fold shield of Ajax cannot keep
The battery from my heart. O, cleave, my sides!
Heart, once be stronger than thy continent,
Crack thy frail case! Apace, Eros, apace.
No more a soldier: bruised pieces, go;
You have been nobly borne. From me awhile.
[Exit EROS]
I will o'ertake thee, Cleopatra, and
Weep for my pardon. So it must be, for now
All length is torture: since the torch is out,
Lie down, and stray no farther: now all labour
Mars what it does; yea, very force entangles
Itself with strength: seal then, and all is done.
Eros!—I come, my queen:—Eros!—Stay for me:
Where souls do couch on flowers, we'll hand in hand,
And with our sprightly port make the ghosts gaze:
Dido and her AEneas shall want troops,
And all the haunt be ours. Come, Eros, Eros!
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7 |
As You Like It
[II, 4] |
Rosalind |
809 |
I pray thee, if it stand with honesty,
Buy thou the cottage, pasture, and the flock,
And thou shalt have to pay for it of us.
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8 |
Comedy of Errors
[I, 2] |
Dromio of Ephesus |
220 |
O,—sixpence, that I had o' Wednesday last
To pay the saddler for my mistress' crupper?
The saddler had it, sir; I kept it not.
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9 |
Comedy of Errors
[I, 2] |
Dromio of Ephesus |
246 |
I have some marks of yours upon my pate,
Some of my mistress' marks upon my shoulders,
But not a thousand marks between you both.
If I should pay your worship those again,
Perchance you will not bear them patiently.
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10 |
Comedy of Errors
[II, 2] |
Dromio of Syracuse |
467 |
Yes, to pay a fine for a periwig and recover the
lost hair of another man.
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11 |
Comedy of Errors
[IV, 1] |
Angelo |
1024 |
This touches me in reputation.
Either consent to pay this sum for me
Or I attach you by this officer.
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12 |
Comedy of Errors
[IV, 1] |
Antipholus of Ephesus |
1027 |
Consent to pay thee that I never had!
Arrest me, foolish fellow, if thou darest.
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13 |
Comedy of Errors
[IV, 4] |
Dromio of Ephesus |
1259 |
Here's that, I warrant you, will pay them all.
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14 |
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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15 |
Comedy of Errors
[V, 1] |
Solinus |
1564 |
Yet once again proclaim it publicly,
If any friend will pay the sum for him,
He shall not die; so much we tender him.
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16 |
Comedy of Errors
[V, 1] |
Aegeon |
1721 |
Most mighty duke, vouchsafe me speak a word:
Haply I see a friend will save my life
And pay the sum that may deliver me.
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17 |
Coriolanus
[I, 9] |
Coriolanus |
806 |
I thank you, general;
But cannot make my heart consent to take
A bribe to pay my sword: I do refuse it;
And stand upon my common part with those
That have beheld the doing.
[A long flourish. They all cry 'CORIOLANUS! CORIOLANUS!']
cast up their caps and lances: COMINIUS and TITUS
stand bare]
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18 |
Coriolanus
[IV, 6] |
Menenius Agrippa |
3177 |
Here come the clusters.
And is Aufidius with him? You are they
That made the air unwholesome, when you cast
Your stinking greasy caps in hooting at
Coriolanus' exile. Now he's coming;
And not a hair upon a soldier's head
Which will not prove a whip: as many coxcombs
As you threw caps up will he tumble down,
And pay you for your voices. 'Tis no matter;
if he could burn us all into one coal,
We have deserved it.
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19 |
Cymbeline
[I, 4] |
Posthumus Leonatus |
355 |
Since when I have been debtor to you for courtesies,
which I will be ever to pay and yet pay still.
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20 |
Cymbeline
[I, 6] |
Iachimo |
738 |
And himself. Not I,
Inclined to this intelligence, pronounce
The beggary of his change; but 'tis your graces
That from pay mutest conscience to my tongue
Charms this report out.
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