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Base is the slave that pays.

      — King Henry V, Act II Scene 1

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1

Measure for Measure
[I, 2]

Lucio

108

Ay, that he razed.

2

Measure for Measure
[I, 2]

Lucio

121

Ay, why not? Grace is grace, despite of all
controversy: as, for example, thou thyself art a
wicked villain, despite of all grace.

3

Measure for Measure
[I, 2]

First Gentleman

143

Ay, and more.

4

Measure for Measure
[II, 1]

Escalus

457

Ay, but yet
Let us be keen, and rather cut a little,
Than fall, and bruise to death. Alas, this gentleman
Whom I would save, had a most noble father!
Let but your honour know,
Whom I believe to be most strait in virtue,
That, in the working of your own affections,
Had time cohered with place or place with wishing,
Or that the resolute acting of your blood
Could have attain'd the effect of your own purpose,
Whether you had not sometime in your life
Err'd in this point which now you censure him,
And pull'd the law upon you.

5

Measure for Measure
[II, 1]

Elbow

524

Ay, sir; whom, I thank heaven, is an honest woman,—

6

Measure for Measure
[II, 1]

Elbow

534

Ay, sir, by Mistress Overdone's means: but as she
spit in his face, so she defied him.

7

Measure for Measure
[II, 1]

Froth

560

Ay, so I did indeed.

8

Measure for Measure
[II, 1]

Escalus

598

Ay, sir, very well.

9

Measure for Measure
[II, 2]

Provost

763

Ay, my good lord; a very virtuous maid,
And to be shortly of a sisterhood,
If not already.

10

Measure for Measure
[II, 2]

Lucio

829

[Aside to ISABELLA]
Ay, touch him; there's the vein.

11

Measure for Measure
[II, 2]

Lucio

852

[Aside to ISABELLA] Ay, well said.

12

Measure for Measure
[II, 2]

Isabella

915

Ay, with such gifts that heaven shall share with you.

13

Measure for Measure
[II, 4]

Isabella

1153

Ay, as the glasses where they view themselves;
Which are as easy broke as they make forms.
Women! Help Heaven! men their creation mar
In profiting by them. Nay, call us ten times frail;
For we are soft as our complexions are,
And credulous to false prints.

14

Measure for Measure
[III, 1]

Isabella

1295

Ay, just; perpetual durance, a restraint,
Though all the world's vastidity you had,
To a determined scope.

15

Measure for Measure
[III, 1]

Claudio

1353

Ay, but to die, and go we know not where;
To lie in cold obstruction and to rot;
This sensible warm motion to become
A kneaded clod; and the delighted spirit
To bathe in fiery floods, or to reside
In thrilling region of thick-ribbed ice;
To be imprison'd in the viewless winds,
And blown with restless violence round about
The pendent world; or to be worse than worst
Of those that lawless and incertain thought
Imagine howling: 'tis too horrible!
The weariest and most loathed worldly life
That age, ache, penury and imprisonment
Can lay on nature is a paradise
To what we fear of death.

16

Measure for Measure
[IV, 2]

Abhorson

1918

Ay, sir; a mystery

17

Measure for Measure
[V, 1]

Vincentio

2650

Ay, with my heart
And punish them to your height of pleasure.
Thou foolish friar, and thou pernicious woman,
Compact with her that's gone, think'st thou thy oaths,
Though they would swear down each particular saint,
Were testimonies against his worth and credit
That's seal'd in approbation? You, Lord Escalus,
Sit with my cousin; lend him your kind pains
To find out this abuse, whence 'tis derived.
There is another friar that set them on;
Let him be sent for.

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