Comparison of William Shakespeare Cymbeline 4.2 to William Shakespeare
Summary

William Shakespeare Cymbeline 4.2 has 405 lines, and 1% of them have strong matches at magnitude 15+ in William Shakespeare. 23% of the lines have weak matches at magnitude 10 to 14. 76% of the lines have no match. On average, each line has 0.01 strong matches and 0.48 weak matches.

Cymbeline 4.2

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William Shakespeare

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Cymbeline 4.2: 5

Whose dust is both alike. I am very sick.
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Cymbeline 4.2: 13

To one not sociable. I am not very sick,
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Merchant of Venice 4.1: 150

“Your Grace shall understand that at the receipt of your letter I am very sick, but in the instant that your messenger came, in loving visitation was with me a young doctor of Rome. His name is Balthazar. I acquainted him with the cause in controversy between the Jew and Antonio the merchant. We turn’d o’er many books together. He is furnish’d with my opinion, ...
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Cymbeline 4.2: 7

So sick I am not, yet I am not well;
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Sir Thomas More 4.2: 3

And yet I am not well. I would be merry;
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As You Like It 1.2: 90

Yes, I beseech your Grace, I am not yet well breath’d.
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Midsummer Night's Dream 3.2: 297

How low am I? I am not yet so low
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Twelfth Night 2.3: 45

Am not I consanguineous? Am I not of her blood? Tilly-vally! Lady!
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Richard III 5.3: 192

I am a villain; yet I lie, I am not.
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Cymbeline 4.2: 9

To seem to die ere sick. So please you, leave me,
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Troilus and Cressida 5.3: 73

Let me not shame respect, but give me leave [continues next]
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Cymbeline 4.2: 10

Stick to your journal course: the breach of custom
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Troilus and Cressida 5.3: 74

[continues previous] To take that course by your consent and voice,
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Cymbeline 4.2: 13

To one not sociable. I am not very sick,
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Cymbeline 4.2: 5

Whose dust is both alike. I am very sick.
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Cymbeline 4.2: 17

How much the quantity, the weight as much,
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Two Gentlemen of Verona 3.2: 66

As much as I can do, I will effect. [continues next]
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Troilus and Cressida 5.2: 163

Hark, Greek: as much as I do Cressid love, [continues next]
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Troilus and Cressida 5.2: 164

So much by weight hate I her Diomed. [continues next]
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Cymbeline 4.2: 18

As I do love my father. What? How? How?
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Two Gentlemen of Verona 3.2: 65

[continues previous] To hate young Valentine and love my friend.
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Two Gentlemen of Verona 3.2: 66

[continues previous] As much as I can do, I will effect.
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Troilus and Cressida 5.2: 163

[continues previous] Hark, Greek: as much as I do Cressid love,
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Cymbeline 4.2: 19

If it be sin to say so, sir, I yoke me
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Merry Wives of Windsor 4.5: 24

May I be bold to say so, sir?
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Cymbeline 4.2: 20

In my good brother’s fault. I know not why
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Merchant of Venice 1.1: 1

In sooth, I know not why I am so sad; [continues next]
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Cymbeline 4.2: 21

I love this youth, and I have heard you say,
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Merchant of Venice 1.1: 1

[continues previous] In sooth, I know not why I am so sad;
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King John 3.4: 76

And, father Cardinal, I have heard you say
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Coriolanus 3.2: 41

But when extremities speak. I have heard you say
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Coriolanus 3.2: 42

Honor and policy, like unsever’d friends,
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Cymbeline 4.2: 27

Nature hath meal and bran, contempt and grace.
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Coriolanus 3.1: 320

In bolted language; meal and bran together
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Cymbeline 4.2: 30

’Tis the ninth hour o’ th’ morn. Brother, farewell.
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Antony and Cleopatra 5.2: 259

Well, get thee gone, farewell. [continues next]
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Antony and Cleopatra 5.2: 260

Yes, forsooth; I wish you joy o’ th’ worm. [continues next]
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Cymbeline 4.2: 31

I wish ye sport. You health. So please you, sir.
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Measure for Measure 2.1: 113

Yes, and’t please you, sir.
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Tempest 2.1: 157

They are inclin’d to do so. Please you, sir,
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Winter's Tale 2.3: 197

Hasting to th’ court. So please you, sir, their speed
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Antony and Cleopatra 5.2: 260

[continues previous] Yes, forsooth; I wish you joy o’ th’ worm.
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Cymbeline 4.2: 32

These are kind creatures. Gods, what lies I have heard!
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Julius Caesar 1.2: 158

O! You and I have heard our fathers say [continues next]
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Cymbeline 4.2: 33

Our courtiers say all’s savage but at court.
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Julius Caesar 1.2: 158

[continues previous] O! You and I have heard our fathers say
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Cymbeline 4.2: 38

I’ll now taste of thy drug. I could not stir him.
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Henry IV Part 1 3.2: 46

By being seldom seen, I could not stir
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Cymbeline 4.2: 43

We’ll leave you for this time, go in, and rest.
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Othello 3.4: 181

Take it, and do’t, and leave me for this time.
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Othello 3.4: 182

Leave you? Wherefore?
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Cymbeline 4.2: 45

For you must be our huswife. Well or ill,
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Measure for Measure 4.1: 20

Very well met, and well come. [continues next]
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Cymbeline 4.2: 46

I am bound to you.
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Winter's Tale 4.4: 488

And speak his very heart. I am bound to you.
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Henry VI Part 1 2.4: 128

Good Master Vernon, I am bound to you
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Othello 1.3: 182

To you I am bound for life and education;
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Othello 3.3: 214

For too much loving you. I am bound to thee forever.
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Cymbeline 4.2: 53

A smiling with a sigh, as if the sigh
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Rape of Lucrece: 1716

Here with a sigh as if her heart would break,
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Cymbeline 4.2: 58

That grief and patience, rooted in them both,
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Winter's Tale 1.1: 8

Sicilia cannot show himself overkind to Bohemia. They were train’d together in their childhoods; and there rooted betwixt them then such an affection, which cannot choose but branch now. Since their more mature dignities and royal necessities made separation of their society, their encounters (though not personal) hath been royally attorney’d with interchange of gifts, letters, loving embassies, that they have seem’d to be together, though absent; shook hands, ... [continues next]
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Richard II 5.2: 33

The badges of his grief and patience,
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Richard II 5.2: 34

That had not God, for some strong purpose, steel’d
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Cymbeline 4.2: 59

Mingle their spurs together. Grow patience,
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Winter's Tale 1.1: 8

[continues previous] Sicilia cannot show himself overkind to Bohemia. They were train’d together in their childhoods; and there rooted betwixt them then such an affection, which cannot choose but branch now. Since their more mature dignities and royal necessities made separation of their society, their encounters (though not personal) hath been royally attorney’d with interchange of gifts, letters, loving embassies, that they have seem’d to ...
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Cymbeline 4.2: 63

I cannot find those runagates, that villain
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Romeo and Juliet 2.4: 85

And ’a speak any thing against me, I’ll take him down, and ’a were lustier than he is, and twenty such Jacks; and if I cannot, I’ll find those that shall. Scurvy knave, I am none of his flirt-gills, I am none of his skains-mates.
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Cymbeline 4.2: 65

Means he not us? I partly know him, ’tis
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Winter's Tale 5.3: 142

(For him, I partly know his mind) to find thee
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Cymbeline 4.2: 68

I know ’tis he. We are held as outlaws. Hence!
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Cymbeline 4.2: 139

It may be heard at court that such as we
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Cymbeline 4.2: 140

Cave here, hunt here, are outlaws, and in time
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Cymbeline 4.2: 70

What companies are near. Pray you away,
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Twelfth Night 3.4: 94

... corner of the orchard like a burn-baily. So soon as ever thou seest him, draw, and as thou draw’st, swear horrible; for it comes to pass oft that a terrible oath, with a swaggering accent sharply twang’d off, gives manhood more approbation than ever proof itself would have earn’d him. Away! [continues next]
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Henry IV Part 2 1.2: 32

Well, God mend him! I pray you let me speak with you. [continues next]
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Cymbeline 4.2: 71

Let me alone with him. Soft, what are you
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Twelfth Night 2.3: 73

Sweet Sir Toby, be patient for tonight. Since the youth of the Count’s was today with my lady, she is much out of quiet. For Monsieur Malvolio, let me alone with him. If I do not gull him into an ayword, and make him a common recreation, do not think I have wit enough to lie straight in my bed. I know I can do it.
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Twelfth Night 3.4: 52

Go to, go to; peace, peace, we must deal gently with him. Let me alone. How do you, Malvolio? How is’t with you? What, man, defy the devil! Consider, he’s an enemy to mankind.
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Twelfth Night 3.4: 59

Prithee hold thy peace, this is not the way. Do you not see you move him? Let me alone with him.
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Twelfth Night 3.4: 95

[continues previous] Nay, let me alone for swearing.
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Henry IV Part 2 1.2: 32

[continues previous] Well, God mend him! I pray you let me speak with you.
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King John 4.1: 84

Go stand within; let me alone with him.
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Cymbeline 4.2: 73

I have heard of such. What slave art thou? A thing
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Henry IV Part 1 2.4: 104

... four, and with a word, outfac’d you from your prize, and have it, yea, and can show it you here in the house; and, Falstaff, you carried your guts away as nimbly, with as quick dexterity, and roar’d for mercy, and still run and roar’d, as ever I heard bull-calf. What a slave art thou to hack thy sword as thou hast done, and then say it was in fight! What trick? What device? What starting-hole? Canst thou now find out to hide thee from this open and apparent shame?
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Timon of Athens 4.3: 248

Thou art a slave, whom Fortune’s tender arm
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Troilus and Cressida 5.7: 10

Turn, slave, and fight.
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Troilus and Cressida 5.7: 12

A bastard son of Priam’s.
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Cymbeline 4.2: 80

My dagger in my mouth. Say what thou art;
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Sir Thomas More 2.1: 10

Sirrah, I prithee, what art thou? [continues next]
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Sonnet 51: 3

From where thou art, why should I haste me thence? [continues next]
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Othello 4.2: 34

Why? What art thou? Your wife, my lord; your true [continues next]
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Cymbeline 4.2: 81

Why I should yield to thee. Thou villain base,
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Sir Thomas More 2.1: 11

[continues previous] Why, I am a prentice as thou art; seest thou now? I’ll play with thee at blunt here in Cheapside, and when thou hast done, if thou beest angry, I’ll fight with thee at sharp in More fields. I have a sword to serve my turn in a favor ... come Julie, ...
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Sonnet 51: 3

[continues previous] From where thou art, why should I haste me thence?
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Coriolanus 4.5: 49

Prepare thy brow to frown. Know’st thou me yet? [continues next]
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Coriolanus 4.5: 50

I know thee not. Thy name? [continues next]
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Othello 4.2: 34

[continues previous] Why? What art thou? Your wife, my lord; your true
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Cymbeline 4.2: 82

Know’st me not by my clothes? No, nor thy tailor, rascal,
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Coriolanus 4.5: 49

[continues previous] Prepare thy brow to frown. Know’st thou me yet?
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Coriolanus 4.5: 50

[continues previous] I know thee not. Thy name?
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Cymbeline 4.2: 87

I am loath to beat thee. Thou injurious thief,
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Twelfth Night 3.1: 12

Troth, sir, I can yield you none without words, and words are grown so false, I am loath to prove reason with them.
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Henry IV Part 2 1.2: 48

Well, I am loath to gall a new-heal’d wound. Your day’s service at Shrewsbury hath a little gilded over your night’s exploit on Gadshill. You may thank th’ unquiet time for your quiet o’erposting that action.
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Henry IV Part 2 2.1: 54

Pray thee, Sir John, let it be but twenty nobles. I’ faith, I am loath to pawn my plate, so God save me law!
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Richard II 2.3: 169

For I am loath to break our country’s laws.
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Antony and Cleopatra 5.2: 107

I am loath to tell you what I would you knew.
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Cymbeline 4.2: 88

Hear but my name, and tremble. What’s thy name?
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Cymbeline 4.2: 90

Cloten, thou double villain, be thy name, [continues next]
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Cymbeline 4.2: 89

Cloten, thou villain.
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Cymbeline 4.2: 90

[continues previous] Cloten, thou double villain, be thy name, [continues next]
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Cymbeline 4.2: 90

Cloten, thou double villain, be thy name,
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Cymbeline 4.2: 88

Hear but my name, and tremble. What’s thy name?
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Cymbeline 4.2: 89

[continues previous] Cloten, thou villain.
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Cymbeline 4.2: 95

I am sorry for’t; not seeming
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Cymbeline 5.5: 270

Thy mother’s dead. I am sorry for’t, my lord.
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Winter's Tale 3.2: 205

I’ th’ boldness of your speech. I am sorry for’t.
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Winter's Tale 3.2: 206

All faults I make, when I shall come to know them,
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Henry VI Part 2 4.2: 49

I am sorry for’t. The man is a proper man, of mine honor; unless I find him guilty, he shall not die. Come hither, sirrah, I must examine thee. What is thy name?
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Henry VIII 2.1: 9

I am sorry for’t. So are a number more.
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Cymbeline 4.2: 98

At fools I laugh, not fear them. Die the death!
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Othello 2.1: 138

These are old fond paradoxes to make fools laugh i’ th’ alehouse. What miserable praise hast thou for her that’s foul and foolish?
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Cymbeline 4.2: 101

And on the gates of Lud’s-Town set your heads.
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Henry VI Part 3 2.1: 65

They took his head, and on the gates of York
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Henry VI Part 3 2.1: 66

They set the same, and there it doth remain,
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Cymbeline 4.2: 104

None in the world. You did mistake him sure.
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Othello 5.1: 104

Was my dear friend. What malice was between you?
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Othello 5.1: 105

None in the world; nor do I know the man.
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Cymbeline 4.2: 105

I cannot tell; long is it since I saw him,
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Richard III 2.4: 5

I hope he is much grown since last I saw him. [continues next]
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Richard III 2.4: 6

But I hear no; they say my son of York [continues next]
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Cymbeline 4.2: 106

But time hath nothing blurr’d those lines of favor
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Richard III 2.4: 6

[continues previous] But I hear no; they say my son of York
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Cymbeline 4.2: 107

Which then he wore. The snatches in his voice,
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Cymbeline 5.5: 183

Pieces of gold ’gainst this which then he wore
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Cymbeline 4.2: 111

You say he is so fell. Being scarce made up,
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Richard III 1.1: 21

Into this breathing world, scarce half made up,
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Richard III 1.1: 22

And that so lamely and unfashionable
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Cymbeline 4.2: 117

Could have knock’d out his brains, for he had none.
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Troilus and Cressida 3.3: 273

No; but he’s out of tune thus. What music will be in him when Hector has knock’d out his brains, I know not; but I am sure none, unless the fiddler Apollo get his sinews to make catlings on.
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Cymbeline 4.2: 119

My head as I do his. What hast thou done?
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Midsummer Night's Dream 3.2: 88

What hast thou done? Thou hast mistaken quite,
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Antony and Cleopatra 5.2: 65

What thou hast done thy master Caesar knows,
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Hamlet 3.4: 25

O, I am slain. O me, what hast thou done? [continues next]
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Romeo and Juliet 2.4: 35

Nay, if our wits run the wild-goose chase, I am done; for thou hast more of the wild goose in one of thy wits than, I am sure, I have in my whole five. [continues next]
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Titus Andronicus 1.1: 341

O Titus, see! O, see what thou hast done!
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Titus Andronicus 4.2: 73

Villain, what hast thou done?
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Titus Andronicus 4.3: 69

Publius, Publius, what hast thou done?
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Titus Andronicus 5.3: 48

What hast thou done, unnatural and unkind?
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Cymbeline 4.2: 120

I am perfect what: cut off one Cloten’s head,
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Hamlet 3.4: 25

[continues previous] O, I am slain. O me, what hast thou done?
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Hamlet 3.4: 26

[continues previous] Nay, I know not, is it the King?
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Romeo and Juliet 2.4: 35

[continues previous] Nay, if our wits run the wild-goose chase, I am done; for thou hast more of the wild goose in one of thy wits than, I am sure, I have in my whole five.
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Cymbeline 4.2: 125

And set them on Lud’s-Town. We are all undone.
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Taming of the Shrew 5.1: 56

O, we are spoil’d and — yonder he is. Deny him, forswear him, or else we are all undone.
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Henry IV Part 1 5.2: 3

’Twere best he did. Then are we all undone;
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Coriolanus 4.6: 107

We are all undone, unless
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Titus Andronicus 4.2: 55

O gentle Aaron, we are all undone!
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Cymbeline 4.2: 139

It may be heard at court that such as we
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Cymbeline 4.2: 68

I know ’tis he. We are held as outlaws. Hence! [continues next]
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Cymbeline 4.2: 140

Cave here, hunt here, are outlaws, and in time
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Cymbeline 4.2: 68

[continues previous] I know ’tis he. We are held as outlaws. Hence!
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Cymbeline 4.2: 151

Did make my way long forth. With his own sword,
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Two Noble Kinsmen 3.1: 56

To clear his own way with the mind and sword
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Cymbeline 4.2: 155

And tell the fishes he’s the Queen’s son, Cloten.
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Cymbeline 4.2: 245

Great griefs, I see, med’cine the less; for Cloten
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Cymbeline 4.2: 246

Is quite forgot. He was a queen’s son, boys,
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Cymbeline 4.2: 158

Becomes thee well enough. Would I had done’t!
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Othello 4.3: 69

By my troth, I think I should, and undo’t when I had done’t. Marry, I would not do such a thing for a joint-ring, nor for measures of lawn, nor for gowns, petticoats, nor caps, nor any petty exhibition; but, for all the whole world — ’ud’s pity, who would not make her husband a cuckold to make him a monarch? I should venture purgatory for’t.
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Cymbeline 4.2: 161

Thou hast robb’d me of this deed. I would revenges,
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Henry IV Part 1 5.4: 76

O Harry, thou hast robb’d me of my youth!
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Cymbeline 4.2: 192

What does he mean? Since death of my dear’st mother
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Double Falsehood 4.1: 121

Grazing below, sir. — What does he mean, to stroke one o’the cheek so? I hope, I’m not betray’d.
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Antony and Cleopatra 4.2: 23

And suffer’d my command. What does he mean?
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Cymbeline 4.2: 197

Is Cadwal mad? Look, here he comes,
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All's Well That Ends Well 5.2: 6

Foh, prithee stand away. A paper from Fortune’s close-stool to give to a nobleman! Look here he comes himself.
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Cymbeline 4.2: 204

My brother wears thee not the one half so well
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Cymbeline 2.5: 31

One vice but of a minute old, for one [continues next]
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Cymbeline 2.5: 32

Not half so old as that. I’ll write against them, [continues next]
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Henry VI Part 3 1.1: 220

Hadst thou but lov’d him half so well as I, [continues next]
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Cymbeline 4.2: 205

As when thou grew’st thyself. O melancholy,
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Cymbeline 2.5: 32

[continues previous] Not half so old as that. I’ll write against them,
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Henry VI Part 3 1.1: 220

[continues previous] Hadst thou but lov’d him half so well as I,
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Cymbeline 4.2: 206

Who ever yet could sound thy bottom? Find
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Henry V 1.2: 164

As is the ooze and bottom of the sea [continues next]
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Cymbeline 4.2: 207

The ooze, to show what coast thy sluggish crare
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Henry V 1.2: 164

[continues previous] As is the ooze and bottom of the sea
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Cymbeline 4.2: 245

Great griefs, I see, med’cine the less; for Cloten
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Cymbeline 4.2: 155

And tell the fishes he’s the Queen’s son, Cloten. [continues next]
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Cymbeline 4.2: 246

Is quite forgot. He was a queen’s son, boys,
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Cymbeline 4.2: 155

[continues previous] And tell the fishes he’s the Queen’s son, Cloten.
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Cymbeline 4.2: 260

Fear no more the heat o’ th’ sun,
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Cymbeline 4.2: 266

Fear no more the frown o’ th’ great,
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Cymbeline 4.2: 272

Fear no more the lightning-flash. [continues next]
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Cymbeline 4.2: 273

Nor th’ all-dreaded thunder-stone. [continues next]
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Cymbeline 4.2: 274

Fear not slander, censure rash. [continues next]
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Cymbeline 4.2: 261

Nor the furious winter’s rages,
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Cymbeline 4.2: 273

[continues previous] Nor th’ all-dreaded thunder-stone.
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Cymbeline 4.2: 265

As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.
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Cymbeline 4.2: 271

All follow this and come to dust. [continues next]
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Cymbeline 4.2: 266

Fear no more the frown o’ th’ great,
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Cymbeline 4.2: 260

Fear no more the heat o’ th’ sun,
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Cymbeline 4.2: 272

[continues previous] Fear no more the lightning-flash.
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Cymbeline 4.2: 271

All follow this and come to dust.
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Cymbeline 4.2: 265

As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. [continues next]
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Cymbeline 4.2: 272

Fear no more the lightning-flash.
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Cymbeline 4.2: 260

Fear no more the heat o’ th’ sun, [continues next]
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Cymbeline 4.2: 266

[continues previous] Fear no more the frown o’ th’ great,
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Cymbeline 4.2: 273

Nor th’ all-dreaded thunder-stone.
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Cymbeline 4.2: 260

[continues previous] Fear no more the heat o’ th’ sun, [continues next]
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Cymbeline 4.2: 261

[continues previous] Nor the furious winter’s rages, [continues next]
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Cymbeline 4.2: 274

Fear not slander, censure rash.
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Cymbeline 4.2: 260

[continues previous] Fear no more the heat o’ th’ sun,
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Cymbeline 4.2: 297

But soft! No bedfellow! O gods and goddesses!
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Antony and Cleopatra 3.10: 4

To see’t mine eyes are blasted. Gods and goddesses, [continues next]
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Cymbeline 4.2: 298

These flow’rs are like the pleasures of the world;
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Love's Labour's Lost 5.2: 730

Remote from all the pleasures of the world;
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King John 3.3: 35

Attended with the pleasures of the world,
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King John 4.3: 68

Never to taste the pleasures of the world,
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Antony and Cleopatra 3.10: 4

[continues previous] To see’t mine eyes are blasted. Gods and goddesses,
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Cymbeline 4.2: 311

I know the shape of ’s leg; this is his hand,
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Edward III 4.4: 53

His hand, his foot, his head hath several strengths; [continues next]
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Twelfth Night 2.3: 81

I will drop in his way some obscure epistles of love, wherein by the color of his beard, the shape of his leg, the manner of his gait, the expressure of his eye, forehead, and complexion, he shall find himself most feelingly personated. I can write very like my lady your niece; on a forgotten matter we can hardly make distinction of our hands.
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Cymbeline 4.2: 312

His foot Mercurial, his Martial thigh,
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Edward III 4.4: 53

[continues previous] His hand, his foot, his head hath several strengths;
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Cymbeline 4.2: 322

Strook the main-top! O Posthumus, alas,
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Cymbeline 4.1: 1

... as well drawn as his; no less young, more strong, not beneath him in fortunes, beyond him in the advantage of the time, above him in birth, alike conversant in general services, and more remarkable in single oppositions; yet this imperceiverant thing loves him in my despite. What mortality is! Posthumus, thy head, which now is growing upon thy shoulders, shall within this hour be off, thy mistress enforc’d, thy garments cut to pieces before her face: and all this done, spurn her home to her father, who may (happily) be a little angry for my so rough usage; but my ... [continues next]
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Cymbeline 4.2: 323

Where is thy head? Where’s that? Ay me! Where’s that?
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Cymbeline 4.1: 1

[continues previous] ... are as well drawn as his; no less young, more strong, not beneath him in fortunes, beyond him in the advantage of the time, above him in birth, alike conversant in general services, and more remarkable in single oppositions; yet this imperceiverant thing loves him in my despite. What mortality is! Posthumus, thy head, which now is growing upon thy shoulders, shall within this hour be off, thy mistress enforc’d, thy garments cut to pieces before her face: and all this done, spurn her home to her father, who may (happily) be a little angry for my so rough usage; but my mother, having ...
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Cymbeline 4.2: 332

Give color to my pale cheek with thy blood,
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Richard II 2.1: 117

Darest with thy frozen admonition
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Richard II 2.1: 118

Make pale our cheek, chasing the royal blood
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Cymbeline 4.2: 342

Under the conduct of bold Jachimo,
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Othello 2.1: 75

Left in the conduct of the bold Iago,
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Cymbeline 4.2: 346

Be muster’d; bid the captains look to’t. Now, sir,
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Henry IV Part 2 2.4: 48

... a poor whore’s ruff in a bawdy-house? He a captain! Hang him, rogue! He lives upon mouldy stew’d prunes and dried cakes. A captain! God’s light, these villains will make the word as odious as the word “occupy,” which was an excellent good word before it was ill sorted; therefore captains had need look to’t.
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Cymbeline 4.2: 350

I saw Jove’s bird, the Roman eagle, wing’d
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Cymbeline 5.5: 463

Is full accomplish’d: for the Roman eagle, [continues next]
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Cymbeline 4.2: 351

From the spungy south to this part of the west,
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Cymbeline 5.5: 463

[continues previous] Is full accomplish’d: for the Roman eagle,
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Cymbeline 5.5: 464

[continues previous] From south to west on wing soaring aloft,
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Cymbeline 4.2: 364

They crave to be demanded. Who is this
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King Lear 2.4: 6

Mak’st thou this shame thy pastime? No, my lord. [continues next]
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Cymbeline 4.2: 365

Thou mak’st thy bloody pillow? Or who was he
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King Lear 2.4: 6

[continues previous] Mak’st thou this shame thy pastime? No, my lord.
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Cymbeline 4.2: 369

What art thou? I am nothing; or if not,
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King Lear 1.4: 105

Thou wast a pretty fellow when thou hadst no need to care for her frowning, now thou art an O without a figure. I am better than thou art now, I am a Fool, thou art nothing.
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King Lear 5.3: 161

’Tis past, and so am I. But what art thou
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Cymbeline 4.2: 372

That here by mountaineers lies slain. Alas,
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Romeo and Juliet 3.1: 102

There lies the man, slain by young Romeo, [continues next]
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Cymbeline 4.2: 373

There is no more such masters. I may wander
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Cymbeline 3.1: 34

Come, there’s no more tribute to be paid. Our kingdom is stronger than it was at that time; and (as I said) there is no more such Caesars. Other of them may have crook’d noses, but to owe such straight arms, none.
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Tempest 1.2: 480

Thou think’st there is no more such shapes as he,
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Romeo and Juliet 3.1: 102

[continues previous] There lies the man, slain by young Romeo,
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Cymbeline 4.2: 377

Thou mov’st no less with thy complaining than
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Richard III 4.1: 87

Poor heart, adieu, I pity thy complaining.
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Richard III 4.1: 88

No more than with my soul I mourn for yours.
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Cymbeline 4.2: 380

No harm by it, though the gods hear, I hope
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Measure for Measure 4.2: 32

I hope it is some pardon or reprieve [continues next]
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Cymbeline 4.2: 381

They’ll pardon it. — Say you, sir? Thy name? Fidele, sir.
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Cymbeline 3.6: 59

What’s your name?
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Cymbeline 3.6: 60

Fidele, sir. I have a kinsman who
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Cymbeline 5.5: 117

And lend my best attention. What’s thy name?
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Cymbeline 5.5: 118

Fidele, sir. Thou’rt my good youth — my page;
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Measure for Measure 4.2: 31

[continues previous] Heaven give your spirits comfort! By and by.
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Measure for Measure 4.2: 32

[continues previous] I hope it is some pardon or reprieve
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Henry IV Part 2 3.2: 60

Is thy name Wart?
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Cymbeline 4.2: 382

Thou dost approve thyself the very same;
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Henry IV Part 2 3.2: 62

[continues previous] Thou art a very ragged wart.
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Cymbeline 4.2: 386

No less belov’d. The Roman Emperor’s letters,
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As You Like It 1.1: 35

O no; for the Duke’s daughter, her cousin, so loves her, being ever from their cradles bred together, that she would have follow’d her exile, or have died to stay behind her. She is at the court, and no less belov’d of her uncle than his own daughter, and never two ladies lov’d as they do.
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Henry VI Part 2 2.3: 26

And go in peace, Humphrey, no less belov’d
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Cymbeline 4.2: 388

Than thine own worth prefer thee. Go with me.
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Midsummer Night's Dream 3.1: 81

And I do love thee; therefore go with me. [continues next]
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Midsummer Night's Dream 3.1: 82

I’ll give thee fairies to attend on thee; [continues next]
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Much Ado About Nothing 5.1: 83

Come follow me, boy; come, sir boy, come follow me. [continues next]
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Cymbeline 4.2: 389

I’ll follow, sir. But first, and’t please the gods,
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Midsummer Night's Dream 3.1: 82

[continues previous] I’ll give thee fairies to attend on thee;
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Much Ado About Nothing 5.1: 83

[continues previous] Come follow me, boy; come, sir boy, come follow me.
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Much Ado About Nothing 5.1: 84

[continues previous] Sir boy, I’ll whip you from your foining fence,
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Cymbeline 4.2: 394

(Such as I can) twice o’er, I’ll weep and sigh,
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Two Gentlemen of Verona 4.2: 110

To that I’ll speak, to that I’ll sigh and weep;
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Cymbeline 4.2: 395

And leaving so his service, follow you,
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Sir Thomas More 3.3: 25

Are come to tender ye our willing service, [continues next]
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Sir Thomas More 3.3: 26

So please you to command us. What, for a play, you mean? [continues next]
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Cymbeline 4.2: 396

So please you entertain me. Ay, good youth,
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Sir Thomas More 3.3: 26

[continues previous] So please you to command us. What, for a play, you mean?
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Cymbeline 4.2: 404

As soldiers can. Be cheerful; wipe thine eyes:
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Edward III 5.1: 185

Away with mourning, Philip, wipe thine eyes;
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Tempest 1.2: 25

Lie there, my art. Wipe thou thine eyes, have comfort.
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King Lear 5.3: 23

And fire us hence like foxes. Wipe thine eyes;