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All's Well That Ends Well
[I, 1] |
Helena |
197 |
The wars have so kept you under that you must needs
be born under Mars.
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2 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[II, 1] |
Second Lord |
621 |
O, 'tis brave wars!
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3 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[II, 1] |
Parolles |
622 |
Most admirable: I have seen those wars.
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4 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[II, 3] |
Bertram |
1174 |
O my Parolles, they have married me!
I'll to the Tuscan wars, and never bed her.
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5 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[II, 3] |
Parolles |
1176 |
France is a dog-hole, and it no more merits
The tread of a man's foot: to the wars!
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6 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[II, 3] |
Parolles |
1180 |
Ay, that would be known. To the wars, my boy, to the wars!
He wears his honour in a box unseen,
That hugs his kicky-wicky here at home,
Spending his manly marrow in her arms,
Which should sustain the bound and high curvet
Of Mars's fiery steed. To other regions
France is a stable; we that dwell in't jades;
Therefore, to the war!
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All's Well That Ends Well
[II, 3] |
Bertram |
1196 |
Go with me to my chamber, and advise me.
I'll send her straight away: to-morrow
I'll to the wars, she to her single sorrow.
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8 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[IV, 3] |
First Lord |
2127 |
In the mean time, what hear you of these wars?
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9 |
All's Well That Ends Well
[IV, 3] |
First Soldier |
2260 |
Well, that's set down.
[Reads]
'You shall demand of him, whether one Captain Dumain
be i' the camp, a Frenchman; what his reputation is
with the duke; what his valour, honesty, and
expertness in wars; or whether he thinks it were not
possible, with well-weighing sums of gold, to
corrupt him to revolt.' What say you to this? what
do you know of it?
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10 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 1] |
Pompey |
626 |
I shall do well:
The people love me, and the sea is mine;
My powers are crescent, and my auguring hope
Says it will come to the full. Mark Antony
In Egypt sits at dinner, and will make
No wars without doors: Caesar gets money where
He loses hearts: Lepidus flatters both,
Of both is flatter'd; but he neither loves,
Nor either cares for him.
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Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 2] |
Octavius |
739 |
You may be pleased to catch at mine intent
By what did here befal me. Your wife and brother
Made wars upon me; and their contestation
Was theme for you, you were the word of war.
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12 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 2] |
Antony |
743 |
You do mistake your business; my brother never
Did urge me in his act: I did inquire it;
And have my learning from some true reports,
That drew their swords with you. Did he not rather
Discredit my authority with yours;
And make the wars alike against my stomach,
Having alike your cause? Of this my letters
Before did satisfy you. If you'll patch a quarrel,
As matter whole you have not to make it with,
It must not be with this.
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13 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 2] |
Antony |
756 |
Not so, not so;
I know you could not lack, I am certain on't,
Very necessity of this thought, that I,
Your partner in the cause 'gainst which he fought,
Could not with graceful eyes attend those wars
Which fronted mine own peace. As for my wife,
I would you had her spirit in such another:
The third o' the world is yours; which with a snaffle
You may pace easy, but not such a wife.
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14 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 2] |
Domitius Enobarus |
765 |
Would we had all such wives, that the men might go
to wars with the women!
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15 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[II, 2] |
Antony |
795 |
Neglected, rather;
And then when poison'd hours had bound me up
From mine own knowledge. As nearly as I may,
I'll play the penitent to you: but mine honesty
Shall not make poor my greatness, nor my power
Work without it. Truth is, that Fulvia,
To have me out of Egypt, made wars here;
For which myself, the ignorant motive, do
So far ask pardon as befits mine honour
To stoop in such a case.
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Antony and Cleopatra
[III, 1] |
Ventidius |
1560 |
O Silius, Silius,
I have done enough; a lower place, note well,
May make too great an act: for learn this, Silius;
Better to leave undone, than by our deed
Acquire too high a fame when him we serve's away.
Caesar and Antony have ever won
More in their officer than person: Sossius,
One of my place in Syria, his lieutenant,
For quick accumulation of renown,
Which he achieved by the minute, lost his favour.
Who does i' the wars more than his captain can
Becomes his captain's captain: and ambition,
The soldier's virtue, rather makes choice of loss,
Than gain which darkens him.
I could do more to do Antonius good,
But 'twould offend him; and in his offence
Should my performance perish.
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17 |
Antony and Cleopatra
[III, 4] |
Antony |
1752 |
Nay, nay, Octavia, not only that,—
That were excusable, that, and thousands more
Of semblable import,—but he hath waged
New wars 'gainst Pompey; made his will, and read it
To public ear:
Spoke scantly of me: when perforce he could not
But pay me terms of honour, cold and sickly
He vented them; most narrow measure lent me:
When the best hint was given him, he not took't,
Or did it from his teeth.
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Antony and Cleopatra
[III, 4] |
Octavia |
1782 |
Thanks to my lord.
The Jove of power make me most weak, most weak,
Your reconciler! Wars 'twixt you twain would be
As if the world should cleave, and that slain men
Should solder up the rift.
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Antony and Cleopatra
[III, 5] |
Eros |
1798 |
Caesar and Lepidus have made wars upon Pompey.
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Antony and Cleopatra
[III, 5] |
Eros |
1800 |
Caesar, having made use of him in the wars 'gainst
Pompey, presently denied him rivality; would not let
him partake in the glory of the action: and not
resting here, accuses him of letters he had formerly
wrote to Pompey; upon his own appeal, seizes him: so
the poor third is up, till death enlarge his confine.
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