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As You Like It
[V, 4] |
Duke |
2562 |
Welcome, young man.
Thou offer'st fairly to thy brothers' wedding:
To one, his lands withheld; and to the other,
A land itself at large, a potent dukedom.
First, in this forest let us do those ends
That here were well begun and well begot;
And after, every of this happy number,
That have endur'd shrewd days and nights with us,
Shall share the good of our returned fortune,
According to the measure of their states.
Meantime, forget this new-fall'n dignity,
And fall into our rustic revelry.
Play, music; and you brides and bridegrooms all,
With measure heap'd in joy, to th' measures fall.
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2 |
Comedy of Errors
[IV, 4] |
Dromio of Ephesus |
1265 |
To a rope's-end, sir; and to that end am I returned.
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3 |
Coriolanus
[I, 3] |
Volumnia |
363 |
I pray you, daughter, sing; or express yourself in a
more comfortable sort: if my son were my husband, I
should freelier rejoice in that absence wherein he
won honour than in the embracements of his bed where
he would show most love. When yet he was but
tender-bodied and the only son of my womb, when
youth with comeliness plucked all gaze his way, when
for a day of kings' entreaties a mother should not
sell him an hour from her beholding, I, considering
how honour would become such a person. that it was
no better than picture-like to hang by the wall, if
renown made it not stir, was pleased to let him seek
danger where he was like to find fame. To a cruel
war I sent him; from whence he returned, his brows
bound with oak. I tell thee, daughter, I sprang not
more in joy at first hearing he was a man-child
than now in first seeing he had proved himself a
man.
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4 |
Measure for Measure
[III, 2] |
Lucio |
1679 |
Why? For filling a bottle with a tundish. I would
the duke we talk of were returned again: the
ungenitured agent will unpeople the province with
continency; sparrows must not build in his
house-eaves, because they are lecherous. The duke
yet would have dark deeds darkly answered; he would
never bring them to light: would he were returned!
Marry, this Claudio is condemned for untrussing.
Farewell, good friar: I prithee, pray for me. The
duke, I say to thee again, would eat mutton on
Fridays. He's not past it yet, and I say to thee,
he would mouth with a beggar, though she smelt brown
bread and garlic: say that I said so. Farewell.
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5 |
Much Ado about Nothing
[I, 1] |
Beatrice |
28 |
I pray you, is Signior Mountanto returned from the
wars or no?
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6 |
Much Ado about Nothing
[I, 1] |
Messenger |
34 |
O, he's returned; and as pleasant as ever he was.
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7 |
Much Ado about Nothing
[I, 1] |
Benedick |
177 |
Is't come to this? In faith, hath not the world
one man but he will wear his cap with suspicion?
Shall I never see a bachelor of three-score again?
Go to, i' faith; an thou wilt needs thrust thy neck
into a yoke, wear the print of it and sigh away
Sundays. Look Don Pedro is returned to seek you.
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8 |
Othello
[IV, 2] |
Roderigo |
2958 |
With nought but truth. I have wasted myself out of
my means. The jewels you have had from me to
deliver to Desdemona would half have corrupted a
votarist: you have told me she hath received them
and returned me expectations and comforts of sudden
respect and acquaintance, but I find none.
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9 |
Othello
[IV, 3] |
Othello |
3026 |
Get you to bed on the instant; I will be returned
forthwith: dismiss your attendant there: look it be done.
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10 |
Pericles
[IV, 2] |
Bawd |
1754 |
If it please the gods to defend you by men, then men
must comfort you, men must feed you, men must stir
you up. Boult's returned.
[Re-enter BOULT]
Now, sir, hast thou cried her through the market?
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11 |
Tempest
[IV, 1] |
Iris |
1804 |
Of her society
Be not afraid: I met her deity
Cutting the clouds towards Paphos and her son
Dove-drawn with her. Here thought they to have done
Some wanton charm upon this man and maid,
Whose vows are, that no bed-right shall be paid
Till Hymen's torch be lighted: but vain;
Mars's hot minion is returned again;
Her waspish-headed son has broke his arrows,
Swears he will shoot no more but play with sparrows
And be a boy right out.
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Timon of Athens
[III, 6] |
First Lord |
1471 |
I hope it remains not unkindly with your lordship
that I returned you an empty messenger.
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13 |
Troilus and Cressida
[I, 1] |
Aeneas |
140 |
That Paris is returned home and hurt.
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14 |
Twelfth Night
[II, 2] |
Malvolio |
669 |
Come, sir, you peevishly threw it to her; and her
will is, it should be so returned: if it be worth
stooping for, there it lies in your eye; if not, be
it his that finds it.
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15 |
Twelfth Night
[III, 4] |
Servant |
1599 |
Madam, the young gentleman of the Count Orsino's is
returned: I could hardly entreat him back: he
attends your ladyship's pleasure.
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16 |
Winter's Tale
[V, 2] |
First Gentleman |
3201 |
Are they returned to the court?
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