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Measure for Measure
[I, 2] |
Claudio |
206 |
Fellow, why dost thou show me thus to the world?
Bear me to prison, where I am committed.
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2 |
Measure for Measure
[II, 1] |
Elbow |
508 |
If it? please your honour, I know not well what they
are: but precise villains they are, that I am sure
of; and void of all profanation in the world that
good Christians ought to have.
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3 |
Measure for Measure
[II, 2] |
Isabella |
809 |
But might you do't, and do the world no wrong,
If so your heart were touch'd with that remorse
As mine is to him?
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4 |
Measure for Measure
[II, 4] |
Isabella |
1179 |
Ha! little honour to be much believed,
And most pernicious purpose! Seeming, seeming!
I will proclaim thee, Angelo; look for't:
Sign me a present pardon for my brother,
Or with an outstretch'd throat I'll tell the world aloud
What man thou art.
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5 |
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.
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6 |
Measure for Measure
[III, 1] |
Isabella |
1473 |
What a merit were it in death to take this poor maid
from the world! What corruption in this life, that
it will let this man live! But how out of this can she avail?
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7 |
Measure for Measure
[III, 2] |
Elbow |
1514 |
Nay, if there be no remedy for it, but that you will
needs buy and sell men and women like beasts, we
shall have all the world drink brown and white bastard.
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8 |
Measure for Measure
[III, 2] |
Pompey |
1518 |
'Twas never merry world since, of two usuries, the
merriest was put down, and the worser allowed by
order of law a furred gown to keep him warm; and
furred with fox and lamb-skins too, to signify, that
craft, being richer than innocency, stands for the facing.
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9 |
Measure for Measure
[III, 2] |
Lucio |
1555 |
How now, noble Pompey! What, at the wheels of
Caesar? art thou led in triumph? What, is there
none of Pygmalion's images, newly made woman, to be
had now, for putting the hand in the pocket and
extracting it clutch'd? What reply, ha? What
sayest thou to this tune, matter and method? Is't
not drowned i' the last rain, ha? What sayest
thou, Trot? Is the world as it was, man? Which is
the way? Is it sad, and few words? or how? The
trick of it?
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10 |
Measure for Measure
[III, 2] |
Escalus |
1730 |
What news abroad i' the world?
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11 |
Measure for Measure
[III, 2] |
Vincentio |
1731 |
None, but that there is so great a fever on
goodness, that the dissolution of it must cure it:
novelty is only in request; and it is as dangerous
to be aged in any kind of course, as it is virtuous
to be constant in any undertaking. There is scarce
truth enough alive to make societies secure; but
security enough to make fellowships accurst: much
upon this riddle runs the wisdom of the world. This
news is old enough, yet it is every day's news. I
pray you, sir, of what disposition was the duke?
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12 |
Measure for Measure
[IV, 3] |
Vincentio |
2241 |
He hath released him, Isabel, from the world:
His head is off and sent to Angelo.
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13 |
Measure for Measure
[IV, 3] |
Isabella |
2248 |
Unhappy Claudio! wretched Isabel!
Injurious world! most damned Angelo!
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14 |
Measure for Measure
[V, 1] |
Isabella |
2440 |
O prince, I conjure thee, as thou believest
There is another comfort than this world,
That thou neglect me not, with that opinion
That I am touch'd with madness! Make not impossible
That which but seems unlike: 'tis not impossible
But one, the wicked'st caitiff on the ground,
May seem as shy, as grave, as just, as absolute
As Angelo; even so may Angelo,
In all his dressings, characts, titles, forms,
Be an arch-villain; believe it, royal prince:
If he be less, he's nothing; but he's more,
Had I more name for badness.
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Measure for Measure
[V, 1] |
Vincentio |
2923 |
There was a friar told me of this man.
Sirrah, thou art said to have a stubborn soul.
That apprehends no further than this world,
And squarest thy life according. Thou'rt condemn'd:
But, for those earthly faults, I quit them all;
And pray thee take this mercy to provide
For better times to come. Friar, advise him;
I leave him to your hand. What muffled fellow's that?
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