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Work
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are treated as single work with 154 parts.
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the character name is "Poet."
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Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 2] |
Antony |
190 |
Speak to me home, mince not the general tongue:
Name Cleopatra as she is call'd in Rome;
Rail thou in Fulvia's phrase; and taunt my faults
With such full licence as both truth and malice
Have power to utter. O, then we bring forth weeds,
When our quick minds lie still; and our ills told us
Is as our earing. Fare thee well awhile.
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Antony and Cleopatra
[III, 7] |
Antony |
1969 |
A good rebuke,
Which might have well becomed the best of men,
To taunt at slackness. Canidius, we
Will fight with him by sea.
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3 |
Comedy of Errors
[IV, 4] |
Antipholus of Ephesus |
1325 |
Did not her kitchen-maid rail, taunt, and scorn me?
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4 |
Henry VI, Part I
[III, 2] |
Lord Talbot/Earl of Shrewsbury |
1505 |
Foul fiend of France, and hag of all despite,
Encompass'd with thy lustful paramours!
Becomes it thee to taunt his valiant age
And twit with cowardice a man half dead?
Damsel, I'll have a bout with you again,
Or else let Talbot perish with this shame.
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5 |
Merry Wives of Windsor
[V, 5] |
Falstaff |
2716 |
'Seese' and 'putter'! have I lived to stand at the
taunt of one that makes fritters of English? This
is enough to be the decay of lust and late-walking
through the realm.
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Richard III
[III, 1] |
Duke of Buckingham |
1726 |
Think you, my lord, this little prating York
Was not incensed by his subtle mother
To taunt and scorn you thus opprobriously?
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Twelfth Night
[III, 2] |
Sir Toby Belch |
1443 |
Go, write it in a martial hand; be curst and brief;
it is no matter how witty, so it be eloquent and fun
of invention: taunt him with the licence of ink:
if thou thou'st him some thrice, it shall not be
amiss; and as many lies as will lie in thy sheet of
paper, although the sheet were big enough for the
bed of Ware in England, set 'em down: go, about it.
Let there be gall enough in thy ink, though thou
write with a goose-pen, no matter: about it.
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