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are treated as single work with 154 parts.
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Cymbeline
[I, 1] |
First Gentleman |
20 |
He that hath miss'd the princess is a thing
Too bad for bad report: and he that hath her—
I mean, that married her, alack, good man!
And therefore banish'd—is a creature such
As, to seek through the regions of the earth
For one his like, there would be something failing
In him that should compare. I do not think
So fair an outward and such stuff within
Endows a man but he.
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2 |
Cymbeline
[I, 1] |
Posthumus Leonatus |
131 |
Should we be taking leave
As long a term as yet we have to live,
The loathness to depart would grow. Adieu!
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3 |
Cymbeline
[I, 1] |
Imogen |
189 |
Almost, sir: heaven restore me! Would I were
A neat-herd's daughter, and my Leonatus
Our neighbour shepherd's son!
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4 |
Cymbeline
[I, 1] |
Imogen |
216 |
Your son's my father's friend; he takes his part.
To draw upon an exile! O brave sir!
I would they were in Afric both together;
Myself by with a needle, that I might prick
The goer-back. Why came you from your master?
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5 |
Cymbeline
[I, 1] |
Pisanio |
221 |
On his command: he would not suffer me
To bring him to the haven; left these notes
Of what commands I should be subject to,
When 't pleased you to employ me.
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6 |
Cymbeline
[I, 2] |
First Lord |
235 |
Sir, I would advise you to shift a shirt; the
violence of action hath made you reek as a
sacrifice: where air comes out, air comes in:
there's none abroad so wholesome as that you vent.
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7 |
Cymbeline
[I, 2] |
Cloten |
245 |
The villain would not stand me.
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8 |
Cymbeline
[I, 2] |
Cloten |
250 |
I would they had not come between us.
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9 |
Cymbeline
[I, 2] |
Second Lord |
251 |
[Aside] So would I, till you had measured how long
a fool you were upon the ground.
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10 |
Cymbeline
[I, 2] |
Cloten |
261 |
Come, I'll to my chamber. Would there had been some
hurt done!
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11 |
Cymbeline
[I, 3] |
Imogen |
271 |
I would thou grew'st unto the shores o' the haven,
And question'dst every sail: if he should write
And not have it, 'twere a paper lost,
As offer'd mercy is. What was the last
That he spake to thee?
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12 |
Cymbeline
[I, 3] |
Imogen |
292 |
I would have broke mine eye-strings; crack'd them, but
To look upon him, till the diminution
Of space had pointed him sharp as my needle,
Nay, follow'd him, till he had melted from
The smallness of a gnat to air, and then
Have turn'd mine eye and wept. But, good Pisanio,
When shall we hear from him?
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13 |
Cymbeline
[I, 3] |
Imogen |
301 |
I did not take my leave of him, but had
Most pretty things to say: ere I could tell him
How I would think on him at certain hours
Such thoughts and such, or I could make him swear
The shes of Italy should not betray
Mine interest and his honour, or have charged him,
At the sixth hour of morn, at noon, at midnight,
To encounter me with orisons, for then
I am in heaven for him; or ere I could
Give him that parting kiss which I had set
Betwixt two charming words, comes in my father
And like the tyrannous breathing of the north
Shakes all our buds from growing.
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14 |
Cymbeline
[I, 4] |
Frenchman |
367 |
'Faith, yes, to be put to the arbitrement of swords,
and by such two that would by all likelihood have
confounded one the other, or have fallen both.
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15 |
Cymbeline
[I, 4] |
Posthumus Leonatus |
384 |
Being so far provoked as I was in France, I would
abate her nothing, though I profess myself her
adorer, not her friend.
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16 |
Cymbeline
[I, 4] |
Iachimo |
405 |
You may wear her in title yours: but, you know,
strange fowl light upon neighbouring ponds. Your
ring may be stolen too: so your brace of unprizable
estimations; the one is but frail and the other
casual; a cunning thief, or a that way accomplished
courtier, would hazard the winning both of first and last.
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17 |
Cymbeline
[I, 4] |
Iachimo |
438 |
Would I had put my estate and my neighbour's on the
approbation of what I have spoke!
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18 |
Cymbeline
[I, 4] |
Posthumus Leonatus |
440 |
What lady would you choose to assail?
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19 |
Cymbeline
[I, 4] |
Iachimo |
455 |
I am the master of my speeches, and would undergo
what's spoken, I swear.
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20 |
Cymbeline
[I, 6] |
Iachimo |
646 |
It cannot be i' the eye, for apes and monkeys
'Twixt two such shes would chatter this way and
Contemn with mows the other; nor i' the judgment,
For idiots in this case of favour would
Be wisely definite; nor i' the appetite;
Sluttery to such neat excellence opposed
Should make desire vomit emptiness,
Not so allured to feed.
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