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Coriolanus
[IV, 5] |
First Servingman |
2922 |
What an arm he has! he turned me about with his
finger and his thumb, as one would set up a top.
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Henry IV, Part I
[I, 3] |
Hotspur (Henry Percy) |
354 |
My liege, I did deny no prisoners.
But I remember, when the fight was done,
When I was dry with rage and extreme toil,
Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword,
Came there a certain lord, neat, and trimly dress'd,
Fresh as a bridegroom; and his chin new reap'd
Show'd like a stubble-land at harvest-home;
He was perfumed like a milliner;
And 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held
A pouncet-box, which ever and anon
He gave his nose and took't away again;
Who therewith angry, when it next came there,
Took it in snuff; and still he smiled and talk'd,
And as the soldiers bore dead bodies by,
He call'd them untaught knaves, unmannerly,
To bring a slovenly unhandsome corse
Betwixt the wind and his nobility.
With many holiday and lady terms
He question'd me; amongst the rest, demanded
My prisoners in your majesty's behalf.
I then, all smarting with my wounds being cold,
To be so pester'd with a popinjay,
Out of my grief and my impatience,
Answer'd neglectingly I know not what,
He should or he should not; for he made me mad
To see him shine so brisk and smell so sweet
And talk so like a waiting-gentlewoman
Of guns and drums and wounds,—God save the mark!—
And telling me the sovereign'st thing on earth
Was parmaceti for an inward bruise;
And that it was great pity, so it was,
This villanous salt-petre should be digg'd
Out of the bowels of the harmless earth,
Which many a good tall fellow had destroy'd
So cowardly; and but for these vile guns,
He would himself have been a soldier.
This bald unjointed chat of his, my lord,
I answer'd indirectly, as I said;
And I beseech you, let not his report
Come current for an accusation
Betwixt my love and your high majesty.
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Henry IV, Part II
[IV, 3] |
Falstaff |
2739 |
Let them go. I'll through Gloucestershire, and there
I visit Master Robert Shallow, Esquire. I have him already
temp'ring between my finger and my thumb, and shortly will I
with him. Come away. Exeunt
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Love's Labour's Lost
[V, 1] |
Don Adriano de Armado |
1857 |
Pardon, sir; error: he is not quantity enough for
that Worthy's thumb: he is not so big as the end of his club.
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5 |
Love's Labour's Lost
[V, 2] |
Boyet |
1973 |
Under the cool shade of a sycamore
I thought to close mine eyes some half an hour;
When, lo! to interrupt my purposed rest,
Toward that shade I might behold addrest
The king and his companions: warily
I stole into a neighbour thicket by,
And overheard what you shall overhear,
That, by and by, disguised they will be here.
Their herald is a pretty knavish page,
That well by heart hath conn'd his embassage:
Action and accent did they teach him there;
'Thus must thou speak,' and 'thus thy body bear:'
And ever and anon they made a doubt
Presence majestical would put him out,
'For,' quoth the king, 'an angel shalt thou see;
Yet fear not thou, but speak audaciously.'
The boy replied, 'An angel is not evil;
I should have fear'd her had she been a devil.'
With that, all laugh'd and clapp'd him on the shoulder,
Making the bold wag by their praises bolder:
One rubb'd his elbow thus, and fleer'd and swore
A better speech was never spoke before;
Another, with his finger and his thumb,
Cried, 'Via! we will do't, come what will come;'
The third he caper'd, and cried, 'All goes well;'
The fourth turn'd on the toe, and down he fell.
With that, they all did tumble on the ground,
With such a zealous laughter, so profound,
That in this spleen ridiculous appears,
To cheque their folly, passion's solemn tears.
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Macbeth
[I, 3] |
First Witch |
126 |
Here I have a pilot's thumb,
Wreck'd as homeward he did come.
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7 |
Romeo and Juliet
[I, 1] |
Sampson |
54 |
Nay, as they dare. I will bite my thumb at them;
which is a disgrace to them, if they bear it.
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8 |
Romeo and Juliet
[I, 1] |
Abraham |
57 |
Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?
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Romeo and Juliet
[I, 1] |
Sampson |
58 |
I do bite my thumb, sir.
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Romeo and Juliet
[I, 1] |
Abraham |
59 |
Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?
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Romeo and Juliet
[I, 1] |
Sampson |
63 |
No, sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, sir, but I
bite my thumb, sir.
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