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But for your words, they rob the Hybla bees,
And leave them honeyless.

      — Julius Caesar, Act V Scene 1

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KEYWORD: matter

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1

Tempest
[II, 1]

Antonio

789

What impossible matter will he make easy next?

2

Tempest
[II, 1]

Sebastian

955

Prithee, say on:
The setting of thine eye and cheek proclaim
A matter from thee, and a birth indeed
Which throes thee much to yield.

3

Tempest
[II, 1]

Gonzalo

1056

What's the matter?

4

Tempest
[II, 2]

Stephano

1148

What's the matter? Have we devils here? Do you put
tricks upon's with savages and men of Ind, ha? I
have not scaped drowning to be afeard now of your
four legs; for it hath been said, As proper a man as
ever went on four legs cannot make him give ground;
and it shall be said so again while Stephano
breathes at's nostrils.

5

Tempest
[III, 3]

Sebastian

1611

No matter, since
They have left their viands behind; for we have stomachs.
Will't please you taste of what is here?

6

Tempest
[III, 3]

Alonso

1622

I will stand to and feed,
Although my last: no matter, since I feel
The best is past. Brother, my lord the duke,
Stand to and do as we.
[Thunder and lightning. Enter ARIEL, like a]
harpy; claps his wings upon the table; and,
with a quaint device, the banquet vanishes]

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