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As You Like It
[I, 1] |
Oliver |
81 |
Call him in. [Exit DENNIS] 'Twill be a good way; and
to-morrow the wrestling is.
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2 |
As You Like It
[I, 2] |
Le Beau |
235 |
You amaze me, ladies. I would have told you of good
wrestling, which you have lost the sight of.
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3 |
As You Like It
[I, 2] |
Rosalind |
237 |
Yet tell us the manner of the wrestling.
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4 |
As You Like It
[I, 2] |
Rosalind |
260 |
But is there any else longs to see this broken music in
his sides? Is there yet another dotes upon rib-breaking? Shall we
see this wrestling, cousin?
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5 |
As You Like It
[I, 2] |
Le Beau |
263 |
You must, if you stay here; for here is the place
appointed for the wrestling, and they are ready to perform it.
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6 |
As You Like It
[I, 2] |
Frederick |
273 |
How now, daughter and cousin! Are you crept hither to
see the wrestling?
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7 |
As You Like It
[I, 2] |
Rosalind |
294 |
Do, young sir; your reputation shall not therefore be
misprised: we will make it our suit to the Duke that the
wrestling might not go forward.
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8 |
As You Like It
[I, 2] |
Orlando |
384 |
I thank you, sir; and pray you tell me this:
Which of the two was daughter of the Duke
That here was at the wrestling?
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King John
[V, 2] |
Lewis |
2318 |
A noble temper dost thou show in this;
And great affections wrestling in thy bosom
Doth make an earthquake of nobility.
O, what a noble combat hast thou fought
Between compulsion and a brave respect!
Let me wipe off this honourable dew,
That silverly doth progress on thy cheeks:
My heart hath melted at a lady's tears,
Being an ordinary inundation;
But this effusion of such manly drops,
This shower, blown up by tempest of the soul,
Startles mine eyes, and makes me more amazed
Than had I seen the vaulty top of heaven
Figured quite o'er with burning meteors.
Lift up thy brow, renowned Salisbury,
And with a great heart heave away the storm:
Commend these waters to those baby eyes
That never saw the giant world enraged;
Nor met with fortune other than at feasts,
Full of warm blood, of mirth, of gossiping.
Come, come; for thou shalt thrust thy hand as deep
Into the purse of rich prosperity
As Lewis himself: so, nobles, shall you all,
That knit your sinews to the strength of mine.
And even there, methinks, an angel spake:
[Enter CARDINAL PANDULPH]
Look, where the holy legate comes apace,
To give us warrant from the hand of heaven
And on our actions set the name of right
With holy breath.
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Troilus and Cressida
[IV, 5] |
Nestor |
2807 |
I have, thou gallant Trojan, seen thee oft
Labouring for destiny make cruel way
Through ranks of Greekish youth, and I have seen thee,
As hot as Perseus, spur thy Phrygian steed,
Despising many forfeits and subduements,
When thou hast hung thy advanced sword i' the air,
Not letting it decline on the declined,
That I have said to some my standers by
'Lo, Jupiter is yonder, dealing life!'
And I have seen thee pause and take thy breath,
When that a ring of Greeks have hemm'd thee in,
Like an Olympian wrestling: this have I seen;
But this thy countenance, still lock'd in steel,
I never saw till now. I knew thy grandsire,
And once fought with him: he was a soldier good;
But, by great Mars, the captain of us all,
Never saw like thee. Let an old man embrace thee;
And, worthy warrior, welcome to our tents.
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