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are treated as single work with 154 parts.
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1 |
Cymbeline
[II, 3] |
Cloten |
1006 |
So, get you gone. If this penetrate, I will
consider your music the better: if it do not, it is
a vice in her ears, which horse-hairs and
calves'-guts, nor the voice of unpaved eunuch to
boot, can never amend.
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2 |
Cymbeline
[IV, 2] |
Imogen |
2324 |
So sick I am not, yet I am not well;
But not so citizen a wanton as
To seem to die ere sick: so please you, leave me;
Stick to your journal course: the breach of custom
Is breach of all. I am ill, but your being by me
Cannot amend me; society is no comfort
To one not sociable: I am not very sick,
Since I can reason of it. Pray you, trust me here:
I'll rob none but myself; and let me die,
Stealing so poorly.
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3 |
Cymbeline
[V, 5] |
Posthumus Leonatus |
3618 |
[Advancing] Ay, so thou dost,
Italian fiend! Ay me, most credulous fool,
Egregious murderer, thief, any thing
That's due to all the villains past, in being,
To come! O, give me cord, or knife, or poison,
Some upright justicer! Thou, king, send out
For torturers ingenious: it is I
That all the abhorred things o' the earth amend
By being worse than they. I am Posthumus,
That kill'd thy daughter:—villain-like, I lie—
That caused a lesser villain than myself,
A sacrilegious thief, to do't: the temple
Of virtue was she; yea, and she herself.
Spit, and throw stones, cast mire upon me, set
The dogs o' the street to bay me: every villain
Be call'd Posthumus Leonitus; and
Be villany less than 'twas! O Imogen!
My queen, my life, my wife! O Imogen,
Imogen, Imogen!
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4 |
Henry IV, Part I
[III, 1] |
Earl of Worcester |
1722 |
In faith, my lord, you are too wilful-blame;
And since your coming hither have done enough
To put him quite beside his patience.
You must needs learn, lord, to amend this fault:
Though sometimes it show greatness, courage, blood,—
And that's the dearest grace it renders you,—
Yet oftentimes it doth present harsh rage,
Defect of manners, want of government,
Pride, haughtiness, opinion and disdain:
The least of which haunting a nobleman
Loseth men's hearts and leaves behind a stain
Upon the beauty of all parts besides,
Beguiling them of commendation.
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5 |
Henry IV, Part I
[III, 3] |
Falstaff |
2031 |
Do thou amend thy face, and I'll amend my life:
thou art our admiral, thou bearest the lantern in
the poop, but 'tis in the nose of thee; thou art the
Knight of the Burning Lamp.
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6 |
Henry IV, Part II
[I, 2] |
Lord Chief Justice |
435 |
To punish you by the heels would amend the
of your ears; and I care not if I do become your physician.
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7 |
Love's Labour's Lost
[IV, 3] |
Biron |
1397 |
This is the liver-vein, which makes flesh a deity,
A green goose a goddess: pure, pure idolatry.
God amend us, God amend! we are much out o' the way.
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8 |
Lover's Complaint |
Shakespeare |
212 |
'The diamond,—why, 'twas beautiful and hard,
Whereto his invised properties did tend;
The deep-green emerald, in whose fresh regard
Weak sights their sickly radiance do amend;
The heaven-hued sapphire and the opal blend
With objects manifold: each several stone,
With wit well blazon'd, smiled or made some moan.
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9 |
Macbeth
[IV, 3] |
Doctor |
2001 |
Ay, sir; there are a crew of wretched souls
That stay his cure: their malady convinces
The great assay of art; but at his touch—
Such sanctity hath heaven given his hand—
They presently amend.
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10 |
Midsummer Night's Dream
[II, 1] |
Oberon |
487 |
Do you amend it then; it lies in you:
Why should Titania cross her Oberon?
I do but beg a little changeling boy,
To be my henchman.
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11 |
Midsummer Night's Dream
[V, 1] |
Theseus |
2056 |
The best in this kind are but shadows; and the worst
are no worse, if imagination amend them.
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12 |
Othello
[I, 3] |
Roderigo |
675 |
What should I do? I confess it is my shame to be so
fond; but it is not in my virtue to amend it.
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13 |
Richard III
[III, 7] |
Duke of Buckingham |
2325 |
You have, my lord: would it might please your grace,
At our entreaties, to amend that fault!
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14 |
Twelfth Night
[I, 5] |
Feste |
334 |
Two faults, madonna, that drink and good counsel
will amend: for give the dry fool drink, then is
the fool not dry: bid the dishonest man mend
himself; if he mend, he is no longer dishonest; if
he cannot, let the botcher mend him. Any thing
that's mended is but patched: virtue that
transgresses is but patched with sin; and sin that
amends is but patched with virtue. If that this
simple syllogism will serve, so; if it will not,
what remedy? As there is no true cuckold but
calamity, so beauty's a flower. The lady bade take
away the fool; therefore, I say again, take her away.
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15 |
Twelfth Night
[II, 5] |
Malvolio |
1098 |
'You must amend your drunkenness.'
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16 |
Winter's Tale
[V, 2] |
Clown |
3262 |
Thou wilt amend thy life?
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