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All's Well That Ends Well
[II, 5] |
Bertram |
1322 |
I shall obey his will.
You must not marvel, Helen, at my course,
Which holds not colour with the time, nor does
The ministration and required office
On my particular. Prepared I was not
For such a business; therefore am I found
So much unsettled: this drives me to entreat you
That presently you take our way for home;
And rather muse than ask why I entreat you,
For my respects are better than they seem
And my appointments have in them a need
Greater than shows itself at the first view
To you that know them not. This to my mother:
[Giving a letter]
'Twill be two days ere I shall see you, so
I leave you to your wisdom.
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2 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[III, 2] |
(stage directions) |
1408 |
[Opening a letter]
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3 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[III, 2] |
Helena |
1456 |
Look on his letter, madam; here's my passport.
[Reads]
When thou canst get the ring upon my finger which
never shall come off, and show me a child begotten
of thy body that I am father to, then call me
husband: but in such a 'then' I write a 'never.'
This is a dreadful sentence.
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4 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[III, 2] |
Countess |
1463 |
Brought you this letter, gentlemen?
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5 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[III, 4] |
Countess |
1559 |
Alas! and would you take the letter of her?
Might you not know she would do as she has done,
By sending me a letter? Read it again.
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6 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[IV, 3] |
First Lord |
2093 |
You have not given him his mother's letter?
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7 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[IV, 3] |
Parolles |
2283 |
The duke knows him for no other but a poor officer
of mine; and writ to me this other day to turn him
out o' the band: I think I have his letter in my pocket.
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8 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[IV, 3] |
Parolles |
2295 |
That is not the duke's letter, sir; that is an
advertisement to a proper maid in Florence, one
Diana, to take heed of the allurement of one Count
Rousillon, a foolish idle boy, but for all that very
ruttish: I pray you, sir, put it up again.
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9 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[V, 2] |
Parolles |
2613 |
Good Monsieur Lavache, give my Lord Lafeu this
letter: I have ere now, sir, been better known to
you, when I have held familiarity with fresher
clothes; but I am now, sir, muddied in fortune's
mood, and smell somewhat strong of her strong
displeasure.
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10 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[V, 3] |
Helena |
3030 |
O my good lord, when I was like this maid,
I found you wondrous kind. There is your ring;
And, look you, here's your letter; this it says:
'When from my finger you can get this ring
And are by me with child,' &c. This is done:
Will you be mine, now you are doubly won?
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11 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 2] |
(stage directions) |
212 |
[Gives a letter]
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12 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[I, 4] |
(stage directions) |
422 |
[Enter OCTAVIUS CAESAR, reading a letter, LEPIDUS,]
and their Train]
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13 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[IV, 1] |
(stage directions) |
2494 |
[Enter OCTAVIUS CAESAR, AGRIPPA, and MECAENAS, with]
his Army; OCTAVIUS CAESAR reading a letter]
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14 |
As You Like It
[III, 5] |
Phebe |
1764 |
Think not I love him, though I ask for him;
'Tis but a peevish boy; yet he talks well.
But what care I for words? Yet words do well
When he that speaks them pleases those that hear.
It is a pretty youth- not very pretty;
But, sure, he's proud; and yet his pride becomes him.
He'll make a proper man. The best thing in him
Is his complexion; and faster than his tongue
Did make offence, his eye did heal it up.
He is not very tall; yet for his years he's tall;
His leg is but so-so; and yet 'tis well.
There was a pretty redness in his lip,
A little riper and more lusty red
Than that mix'd in his cheek; 'twas just the difference
Betwixt the constant red and mingled damask.
There be some women, Silvius, had they mark'd him
In parcels as I did, would have gone near
To fall in love with him; but, for my part,
I love him not, nor hate him not; and yet
I have more cause to hate him than to love him;
For what had he to do to chide at me?
He said mine eyes were black, and my hair black,
And, now I am rememb'red, scorn'd at me.
I marvel why I answer'd not again;
But that's all one: omittance is no quittance.
I'll write to him a very taunting letter,
And thou shalt bear it; wilt thou, Silvius?
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15 |
As You Like It
[IV, 3] |
Rosalind |
2014 |
Patience herself would startle at this letter,
And play the swaggerer. Bear this, bear all.
She says I am not fair, that I lack manners;
She calls me proud, and that she could not love me,
Were man as rare as Phoenix. 'Od's my will!
Her love is not the hare that I do hunt;
Why writes she so to me? Well, shepherd, well,
This is a letter of your own device.
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16 |
As You Like It
[IV, 3] |
Rosalind |
2024 |
Come, come, you are a fool,
And turn'd into the extremity of love.
I saw her hand; she has a leathern hand,
A freestone-colour'd hand; I verily did think
That her old gloves were on, but 'twas her hands;
She has a huswife's hand- but that's no matter.
I say she never did invent this letter:
This is a man's invention, and his hand.
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17 |
As You Like It
[IV, 3] |
Rosalind |
2033 |
Why, 'tis a boisterous and a cruel style;
A style for challengers. Why, she defies me,
Like Turk to Christian. Women's gentle brain
Could not drop forth such giant-rude invention,
Such Ethiope words, blacker in their effect
Than in their countenance. Will you hear the letter?
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18 |
As You Like It
[V, 2] |
Phebe |
2315 |
Youth, you have done me much ungentleness
To show the letter that I writ to you.
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19 |
Coriolanus
[I, 2] |
Tullus Aufidius |
315 |
Is it not yours?
What ever have been thought on in this state,
That could be brought to bodily act ere Rome
Had circumvention? 'Tis not four days gone
Since I heard thence; these are the words: I think
I have the letter here; yes, here it is.
[Reads]
'They have press'd a power, but it is not known
Whether for east or west: the dearth is great;
The people mutinous; and it is rumour'd,
Cominius, CORIOLANUS your old enemy,
Who is of Rome worse hated than of you,
And Titus TITUS, a most valiant Roman,
These three lead on this preparation
Whither 'tis bent: most likely 'tis for you:
Consider of it.'
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20 |
Coriolanus
[II, 1] |
Volumnia |
1026 |
Look, here's a letter from him: the state hath
another, his wife another; and, I think, there's one
at home for you.
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