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the-winters-tale-act-4-scene-4.json-line-210 | I have some business with the king, sir. | What advocate hast thou to him? |
othello-act-2-scene-3.json-line-43 | He's always drunk before going to bed. He can't sleep unless he's had something to drink. | It were well The general were put in mind of it. Perhaps he sees it not, or his good nature Prizes the virtue that appears in Cassio And looks not on his evils. Is not this true? |
pericles-act-4-scene-6.json-line-48 | May the gods protect you! | For me, be you thoughten That I came with no ill intent; for to me The very doors and windows savour vilely. Fare thee well. Thou art a piece of virtue, and I doubt not but thy training hath been noble. Hold, here's more gold for thee. A curse upon him, die he like a thief, That robs thee of thy goodness! If thou dost Hear from me, it shall be for thy good. |
richard-iii-act-4-scene-4.json-line-155 | My lord, it's nothing so good that it will please you to hear it, but nothing so bad that I can't report it. | Hoyday, a riddle! Neither good nor bad. What needst thou run so many mile about When thou mayst tell thy tale the nearest way? Once more, what news? |
timon-of-athens-act-4-scene-3.json-line-87 | Under what's above me. Where do you eat these days, Apemantus? | Where my stomach finds meat; or, rather, where I eatit. |
richard-iii-act-2-scene-1.json-line-20 | You do him wrong to joke about his death. | Who knows not he is dead! Who knows he is? |
the-taming-of-the-shrew-act-1-scene-1.json-line-34 | Please tell me, sir, is it possible that love could overpower a person so suddenly? | O Tranio, till I found it to be true, I never thought it possible or likely. But see, while idly I stood looking on, I found the effect of love in idleness And now in plainness do confess to thee That art to me as secret and as dear As Anna to the Queen of Carthage was, Tranio, I burn, I pine, I perish, Tranio, If I achieve not this young modest girl. Counsel me, Tranio, for I know thou canst. Assist me, Tranio, for I know thou wilt. |
the-two-gentlemen-of-verona-act-5-scene-4.json-line-15 | Rascal, stop that rude, brutish behavior, you wicked friend! | Valentine! |
timon-of-athens-act-3-scene-1.json-line-5 | He is healthy. | I am right glad that his health is well, sir: andwhat hast thou there under thy cloak, pretty Flaminius? |
titus-andronicus-act-4-scene-2.json-line-6 | Oh, it's a verse by Horace, I know it well; I read it in school a long time ago. | Ay, just; a verse in Horace; right, you have it. [Aside] Now, what a thing it is to be an ass! Here's no sound jest! the old man hath found their guilt; And sends them weapons wrapped about with lines, That wound, beyond their feeling, to the quick. But were our witty empress well afoot, She would applaud Andronicus' conceit: But let her rest in her unrest awhile. And now, young lords, was't not a happy star Led us to Rome, strangers, and more than so, Captives, to be advanced to this height? It did me good, before the palace gate To brave the tribune in his brother's hearing. |
the-taming-of-the-shrew-act-2-scene-1.json-line-1 | I order you to tell me which of your suitors you like best. And make sure you don't lie. | Believe me, sister, of all the men aliveI never yet beheld that special faceWhich I could fancy more than any other. |
timon-of-athens-act-5-scene-1.json-line-67 | These words do the person who speaks them justice. | And enter in our ears like great triumphersIn their applauding gates. |
timon-of-athens-act-2-scene-2.json-line-13 | Please, he has been putting me off every day for the past month. Please, my master is newly aware of reasons to want his money back, and only asks that your honor will prove consistent and give him what you owe. | Mine honest friend,I prithee, but repair to me next morning. |
richard-ii-act-2-scene-1.json-line-3 | No; his ears are filled with other sounds, like flattering praise from his hangers-on (which the young are always happy to hear) and reports of Italian fashions (which our country still shamefully attempts to imitate). When is there some new vanity in the worldfor it's novelty that matters to him, not moralitythat isn't quickly buzzed into his ears? Then advice comes all too late, since his desires are stronger than his willpower. Don't give advice to him, since he only does what he wants: you're already short of breath, so don't waste it on him. | Methinks I am a prophet new inspired And thus expiring do foretell of him: His rash fierce blaze of riot cannot last, For violent fires soon burn out themselves; Small showers last long, but sudden storms are short; He tires betimes that spurs too fast betimes; With eager feeding food doth choke the feeder: Light vanity, insatiate cormorant, Consuming means, soon preys upon itself. This royal throne of kings, this scepter'd isle, This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden, demi-paradise, This fortress built by Nature for herself Against infection and the hand of war, This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set in the silver sea, Which serves it in the office of a wall, Or as a moat defensive to a house, Against the envy of less happier lands, This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England, This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings, Fear'd by their breed and famous by their birth, Renowned for their deeds as far from home, For Christian service and true chivalry, As is the sepulchre in stubborn Jewry, Of the world's ransom, blessed Mary's Son, This land of such dear souls, this dear dear land, Dear for her reputation through the world, Is now leased out, I die pronouncing it, Like to a tenement or pelting farm: England, bound in with the triumphant sea Whose rocky shore beats back the envious siege Of watery Neptune, is now bound in with shame, With inky blots and rotten parchment bonds: That England, that was wont to conquer others, Hath made a shameful conquest of itself. Ah, would the scandal vanish with my life, How happy then were my ensuing death! |
othello-act-2-scene-1.json-line-65 | Oh, what a lame, bad punchline! Emilia, don't listen to him, even though he's your husband. What do you think, Cassio? Doesn't he give profane, poor advice? | He speaks home, madam. You may relish him more in the soldier than in the scholar. |
othello-act-1-scene-3.json-line-0 | This news is so inconsistent that it doesn't have any credibility. | Indeed, they are disproportioned.My letters say a hundred and seven galleys. |
othello-act-1-scene-3.json-line-27 | I humbly thank you, your Grace. Here is the culprit: this Moor, who it seems your orders have brought here for state business. | We are very sorry fort. |
the-winters-tale-act-4-scene-4.json-line-101 | Listen, and be a witness. | And this my neighbour too? |
the-taming-of-the-shrew-act-4-scene-2.json-line-23 | The taming school? What, is there such a place? | Ay, mistress, and Petruchio is the master,That teacheth tricks eleven and twenty longTo tame a shrew and charm her chattering tongue. |
romeo-and-juliet-act-2-scene-4.json-line-39 | Stop there, stop there. | Thou desirest me to stop in my tale against the hair. |
romeo-and-juliet-act-2-scene-4.json-line-16 | You gave us the slip, sir, the slip. Do you understand me now? | Pardon, good Mercutio, my business was great, and in such a case as mine a man may strain courtesy. |
the-taming-of-the-shrew-act-5-scene-1.json-line-69 | First kiss me, Kate, and then we will. | What, in the midst of the street? |
pericles-act-5-scene-1.json-line-16 | Let me see him anyway. | Behold him. |
titus-andronicus-act-5-scene-1.json-line-7 | But he's too like the father to ever be good. First hang the child so he can see it die, which is a sight that will distress a father's soul. Get me a ladder. | Lucius, save the child, And bear it from me to the empress. If thou do this, I'll show thee wondrous things, That highly may advantage thee to hear: If thou wilt not, befall what may befall, I'll speak no more but 'Vengeance rot you all!' |
richard-ii-act-3-scene-2.json-line-28 | My liege, one word | He does me double wrong That wounds me with the flatteries of his tongue. Discharge my followers: let them hence away, From Richard's night to Bolingbroke's fair day. |
timon-of-athens-act-4-scene-3.json-line-21 | Is this the darling of Athens everyone spoke so well of? | Art thou Timandra? |
twelfth-night-act-3-scene-4.json-line-27 | Your yellow stockings? | And wished to see thee cross-gartered. |
the-taming-of-the-shrew-induction-scene-2.json-line-20 | Oh yes, my lord, but only complete nonsense. Even though you were lying here in this nice room, you would talk as if you'd been thrown out of a tavern, and you'd curse at the tavern's hostess, and swear you would take her to court for cheating you out of liquor. Sometimes you would call out for Cicely Hacket. | Ay, the womans maid of the house. |
the-tempest-act-3-scene-3.json-line-14 | [To himself] Don't offer your praise until you've seen the whole performance. | They vanished strangely. |
richard-ii-act-1-scene-1.json-line-11 | I take it up; and by the sword that knighted me, I'll answer you in any fair fight: and when I mount my horse, may I not get down again alive, if I'm a traitor or fight unjustly! | What doth our cousin lay to Mowbray's charge? It must be great that can inherit us So much as of a thought of ill in him. |
the-winters-tale-act-1-scene-2.json-line-11 | Well said, Hermione. | To tell, he longs to see his son, were strong: But let him say so then, and let him go; But let him swear so, and he shall not stay, We'll thwack him hence with distaffs. Yet of your royal presence I'll adventure The borrow of a week. When at Bohemia You take my lord, I'll give him my commission To let him there a month behind the gest Prefix'd for's parting: yet, good deed, Leontes, I love thee not a jar o' the clock behind What lady-she her lord. You'll stay? |
the-winters-tale-act-4-scene-4.json-line-91 | And you'll pay well for them.[AUTOLYCUS follows them, singing] Do you want to buy any ribbonsOr lace to decorate your coat,My beautiful girl, my dear?Any silk, any thread,Any hats or bows for your hairOf the newest and best there is?Come to the traveling salesman.Money makes the world go 'roundAnd it's with money that men buy everything. | Master, there is three carters, three shepherds, three neat-herds, three swine-herds, that have made themselves all men of hair, they call themselves Saltiers, and they have a dance which the wenches say is a gallimaufry of gambols, because they are not in't; but they themselves are o' the mind, if it be not too rough for some that know little but bowling, it will please plentifully. |
the-winters-tale-act-2-scene-3.json-line-26 | I wish you feared your wife, too. Then you'd know your children are yours beyond all reasonable doubt. | A nest of traitors! |
pericles-act-4-scene-3.json-line-4 | That she's dead. The Fates aren't nurses; they don't protect our lives forever or even for a while. She died at night; I'll say so. Who would dare to contradict me? Unless you try to play Mr. Innocent and, in a display of honesty, blurt out, "She was murdered!" | O, go to. Well, well,Of all the faults beneath the heavens, the godsDo like this worst. |
romeo-and-juliet-act-2-scene-2.json-line-22 | What should I swear by? | Do not swear at all.Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self,Which is the god of my idolatry, And Ill believe thee. |
othello-act-3-scene-4.json-line-54 | Cassio has always had good fortune because of your love for him. He and you have faced dangers together. | The handkerchief! |
twelfth-night-act-2-scene-4.json-line-20 | [Singing]Come now, come now death,And let me be laid in a cypress coffin.Fly away, fly away breath,I've been killed by a fair, cruel girl.My shroud of white, adorned with yew sprigs,Oh, prepare it for me!No one as faithful as IHas ever died like me.Throw no flowers, no sweet flowersUpon my black coffin.Let no friends, no friends seeMy poor corpse, or my scattered bones.Save your thousand sighs of mourning,And bury me, Oh, whereNo sad true lovers can find my grave,To weep there! | [giving money] Theres for thy pains. |
the-tempest-act-2-scene-1.json-line-113 | Thank you. Im extremely tired. [He falls asleep] | What a strange drowsiness possesses them! |
othello-act-5-scene-2.json-line-72 | Help! Hey, help, help! Oh, my lady, say something! Sweet Desdemona! Oh, sweet mistress, say something! | A guiltless death I die. |
timon-of-athens-act-1-scene-2.json-line-81 | What a fuss of bows and butts sticking out, here! I wonder whether their bows are worth the money that you pay for them. Friendship is full of worthless people, and such false people should not have good legs, so that true fools do not give all their wealth for a few curtsies. | Now, Apemantus, if thou wert not sullen, I would begood to thee. |
richard-iii-act-1-scene-4.json-line-5 | It seemed like I did. And I often tried to die, but the jealous waves kept my soul bottled up inside of me, and wouldn't let it go free to find the empty, wandering air. The water kept my soul smothered inside my panting body until I almost burst open. | Awaked you not in this sore agony? |
the-two-gentlemen-of-verona-act-5-scene-2.json-line-23 | Why? | [Aside] That such an ass should owe them. |
timon-of-athens-act-5-scene-4.json-line-1 | Previously, you filled your days by using your own power unchecked, making your own personal desires equivalent with justice. Before now I and people like me slept in the shadow of your power, walking about with folded arms and voicing our opinions only in vain. Now is the time for action, when the bones of those bowing down to you finally cry out, "No more!" Now those supposed wrongdoers, voiceless then, will have the opportunity to sit in your positions of power. And those who were supposedly ill-mannered during your time shall be able to say and do whatever they like. | Noble and young, When thy first griefs were but a mere conceit, Ere thou hadst power or we had cause of fear, We sent to thee, to give thy rages balm, To wipe out our ingratitude with loves Above their quantity. |
twelfth-night-act-5-scene-1.json-line-45 | Where is Cesario going? | After him I love More than I love these eyes, more than my life, More, by all mores, than e'er I shall love wife. If I do feign, you witnesses above, Punish my life for tainting of my love! |
romeo-and-juliet-act-5-scene-2.json-line-6 | Brother, Ill go and bring it to you. | Now must I to the monument alone. Within this three hours will fair Juliet wake. She will beshrew me much that Romeo Hath had no notice of these accidents. But I will write again to Mantua, And keep her at my cell till Romeo come. Poor living corpse, closed in a dead man's tomb! |
othello-act-1-scene-3.json-line-84 | No more of this drowning nonsense, you hear? | I am changed. |
othello-act-2-scene-1.json-line-39 | Sir, if she gave you as much of her lips as she gives me of her talkative tongue, you'd have had enough. | Alas, she has no speech! |
richard-iii-act-1-scene-1.json-line-7 | Well, this is what happens when men are ruled by women. It isn't the king who's sending you to the Towerit's his wife, Lady Elizabeth Grey. She's the one who persuaded him to take such an extreme action. Didn't she and her brother, Anthony Woodeville, make the king send Lord Hastings to the Tower? He was released only today. We are not safe, Clarence. We are not safe. | By heaven, I think there is no man is secure But the queens kindred and night-walking heralds That trudge betwixt the king and Mistress Shore. Heard ye not what an humble suppliant Lord Hastings was to her for his delivery? |
the-tempest-act-3-scene-1.json-line-1 | Oh, please, I beg you, dont work so hard. I wish the lightning had burned up these logs that youve been commanded to stack in a pile! Please, put the log down and rest. When this wood burns, it will cry because it made you tired. My father is hard at work studying. So please, rest. Were safe from my father for the next three hours. | O most dear mistress,The sun will set before I shall dischargeWhat I must strive to do. |
twelfth-night-act-2-scene-4.json-line-39 | I am all of my father's daughters, and all of his sons tooand yet I'm not certain of that. Sir, should I go see this lady then? | Ay, thats the theme.To her in haste. Give her this jewel. SayMy love can give no place, bide no denay. [he hands her a jewel] |
timon-of-athens-act-1-scene-1.json-line-18 | After I have presented my poem to Timon. Let me see your painting. | 'Tis a good piece. |
othello-act-4-scene-2.json-line-41 | I beg your pardon, then. I mixed you up with that cunning whore from Venice who married that man Othello. You, madam, must be Saint Peter's diabolical counterpart, the gate-keeper of hell! | You, you, ay, you!We have done our course. Theres money for your pains.I pray you, turn the key and keep our counsel. |
richard-iii-act-3-scene-2.json-line-5 | Can't Lord Stanley sleep on this long night? | So it appears by that I have to say. First, he commends him to your noble self. |
twelfth-night-act-3-scene-4.json-line-63 | Why, we're really going to make him crazy. | The house will be the quieter. |
the-taming-of-the-shrew-act-2-scene-1.json-line-92 | But you're also wrinkled. | 'Tis with cares. |
richard-iii-act-1-scene-2.json-line-22 | Let's say that I didn't kill them. | Then say they were not slain. But dead they are, and devilish slave, by thee. |
pericles-act-1-scene-2.json-line-5 | You look angry, sir. | If there be such a dart in princes' frowns,How durst thy tongue move anger to our face? |
timon-of-athens-act-2-scene-2.json-line-82 | You are telling the truth. | If you suspect my husbandry or falsehood, Call me before the exactest auditors And set me on the proof. So the gods bless me, When all our offices have been oppress'd With riotous feeders, when our vaults have wept With drunken spilth of wine, when every room Hath blazed with lights and bray'd with minstrelsy, I have retired me to a wasteful cock, And set mine eyes at flow. |
timon-of-athens-act-2-scene-2.json-line-19 | If you knew why my master needed the money, sir | 'Twas due on forfeiture, my lord, six weeks And past. |
the-winters-tale-act-3-scene-2.json-line-22 | Yes, sir. Exactly as it's written down. | There is no truth at all i' the oracle:The sessions shall proceed: this is mere falsehood. |
pericles-act-4-scene-2.json-line-63 | I swear I'll stay a virgin! Diana, help me! | What have we to do with Diana? Pray you, will you go with us? |
romeo-and-juliet-act-2-scene-4.json-line-62 | A pimp! A pimp! A pimp! Thats it! | What hast thou found? |
twelfth-night-act-3-scene-4.json-line-62 | No, pursue him now, before he exposes the prank and it gets ruined. | Why, we shall make him mad indeed. |
the-winters-tale-act-4-scene-4.json-line-74 | [To DORCAS] We can both sing it.[To AUTOLYCUS] If you'll take a part, we can do it, since it has three parts. | We had the tune on't a month ago. |
the-two-gentlemen-of-verona-act-4-scene-3.json-line-2 | Your servant and your friend. One that is waiting to hear your Ladyship's order. | Sir Eglamour, a thousand times good morrow. |
romeo-and-juliet-act-2-scene-4.json-line-53 | Its not any earlier, I tell you. The lusty hand of the clock is now upon the prick of noon. | Out upon you! What a man are you? |
romeo-and-juliet-act-1-scene-5.json-line-33 | Then my lips now have the sin they took from yours. | Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again. |
twelfth-night-act-2-scene-4.json-line-19 | Yes; please, sing. | [sings] Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid. Fly away, fly away breath, I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it! My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet On my black coffin let there be strown. Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown. A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there! |
the-taming-of-the-shrew-act-5-scene-2.json-line-17 | A very mean meaning. | Right, I mean you. |
the-tempest-act-2-scene-1.json-line-108 | I promise you, Im not. I wouldn't risk my reputation for self-control for such a tiny thing. Will you laugh me to sleep? For Im feeling very tired. | Go sleep, and hear us. |
the-taming-of-the-shrew-act-5-scene-1.json-line-29 | [As LUCENTIO] Sir, who are you that you would presume to beat my servant? | What am I, sir! Nay, what are you, sir? O immortal gods! O fine villain! A silken doublet, a velvet hose, ascarlet cloak, and a copatain hat! Oh, I am undone, I am undone! While I play the good husband at home, my sonand my servant spend all at the university. |
richard-iii-act-2-scene-1.json-line-17 | A blessed labor, my sovereign lord. If any among this princely group considers me an enemywhether from lies they've heard about me, or because by accident or in anger I've done something to give offenseI want us to be reconciled and become peaceful friends. To be enemies with anyone is like death to me; I hate it, and only desire the love of all good men. | A holy day shall this be kept hereafter. I would to God all strifes were well compounded. My sovereign lord, I do beseech your Highness To take our brother Clarence to your grace. |
twelfth-night-act-2-scene-3.json-line-62 | What, for being a Puritan? And what's your far-fetched reason for that, dear knight? | I have no exquisite reason for t, but I have reason good enough. |
othello-act-5-scene-2.json-line-131 | Oh, you stupid Moor! I found the handkerchief you speak of by chance, and gave it to my husband. For he often eagerly and earnestly begged me to steal it. He was more concerned about it than one would expect for such a little thing. | Villainous whore! |
timon-of-athens-act-3-scene-4.json-line-11 | Not yet. | I wonder on't; he was wont to shine at seven. |
timon-of-athens-act-5-scene-1.json-line-72 | Stop bothering him. You will find him this way again. | Come not to me again: but say to Athens, Timon hath made his everlasting mansion Upon the beached verge of the salt flood; Who once a day with his embossed froth The turbulent surge shall cover: thither come, And let my grave-stone be your oracle. Lips, let sour words go by and language end: What is amiss plague and infection mend! Graves only be men's works and death their gain! Sun, hide thy beams! Timon hath done his reign. |
romeo-and-juliet-act-3-scene-3.json-line-35 | Do that, and tell my beloved to be ready to scold me. | Here, sir, a ring she bid me give you, sir. [Gives ROMEO JULIETs ring] Hie you, make haste, for it grows very late. |
the-winters-tale-act-2-scene-1.json-line-53 | Well done, sir. | Though I am satisfied and need no more Than what I know, yet shall the oracle Give rest to the minds of others, such as he Whose ignorant credulity will not Come up to the truth. So have we thought it good From our free person she should be confined, Lest that the treachery of the two fled hence Be left her to perform. Come, follow us; We are to speak in public; for this business Will raise us all. |
the-taming-of-the-shrew-act-4-scene-2.json-line-24 | Yes, mistress, and Petruchio is the headmaster. He teaches suitable tricks to tame a shrew and her chattering tongue. | O master, master, I have watched so long That I am dog-weary, but at last I spied An ancient angel coming down the hill Will serve the turn. |
the-winters-tale-act-2-scene-1.json-line-38 | Go, do what I say! Get out! | Beseech your highness, call the queen again. |
the-tempest-act-4-scene-1.json-line-15 | Ceres, I am the messenger that carries the rainbow for Juno, the Queen of the Sky. She commands you to leave behind your rich farmlands of wheat, rye, barley, oats, and peas; the grassy hills where sheep graze and the meadows covered with hay for the sheep to eat in winter; your riverbanks covered in vines and branches that April, on your orders, covers with flowers for virginal nymphs to use to make crowns; your yellow-flowered groves where young men go when they have been rejected by their lovers; your pruned vineyards; your rocky seashore where you yourself fly. Leave all those places, and come to meet the Queen on this grassy spotthis very placeto come and play. The peacocks that draw her chariot approach at full speed. | Approach, rich Ceres, her to entertain. |
romeo-and-juliet-act-2-scene-4.json-line-78 | Go on, I insist. | [Takes the money] This afternoon, sir? Well, she shall be there. |
twelfth-night-act-2-scene-5.json-line-61 | [Whispering] He'll pick up the scent eventually, no matter how much it smells of a prank. | MMalvolio. Mwhy, that begins my name. |
othello-act-4-scene-2.json-line-61 | Why did he call you this? | I do not know. I am sure I am none such. |
the-winters-tale-act-1-scene-2.json-line-54 | Did you notice that? | He would not stay at your petitions: madeHis business more material. |
the-winters-tale-act-4-scene-4.json-line-178 | Unbuckle, unbuckle. | Fortunate mistress,let my prophecy Come home to ye! you must retire yourself Into some covert: take your sweetheart's hat And pluck it o'er your brows, muffle your face, Dismantle you, and, as you can, disliken The truth of your own seeming; that you may For I do fear eyes overto shipboard Get undescried. |
richard-iii-act-1-scene-3.json-line-53 | Just trying to redo what you have undone. I will do that much before I let you go. | Wert thou not banishèd on pain of death? |
romeo-and-juliet-act-2-scene-4.json-line-2 | Rosalinethat pale-skinned, hard-hearted wenchtorments him so much that hes going to go insane. | Tybalt, the kinsman to old Capulet,Hath sent a letter to his fathers house. |
richard-iii-act-1-scene-4.json-line-23 | That word "judgment" has made me feel a little bit guilty. | What, art thou afraid? |
the-two-gentlemen-of-verona-act-5-scene-4.json-line-3 | Oh, I am miserable and unhappy! | Unhappy were you, madam, ere I came;But by my coming I have made you happy. |
richard-ii-act-5-scene-4.json-line-1 | That's what he said. | 'Have I no friend?' quoth he: he spake it twice,And urged it twice together, did he not? |
the-winters-tale-act-3-scene-3.json-line-17 | That's heavy stuff! Heavy stuff! But lookee here, boy. Cross your heartyou came across the dying, and I came across something that's newborn. [He lifts Perdita's blanket out of the basket] Here's a sight for you: look, a blanket for a gentleman's baby! [He pulls out a bag of gold] Lookee here, pick it up now, pick it up, boy, and open it! So, let's see: I've got an idea the fairies have made me rich. This is a changelingopen it. What's it say, boy? | You're a made old man: if the sins of your youthare forgiven you, you're well to live. Gold! all gold! |
richard-iii-act-2-scene-2.json-line-32 | [Standing up] Amen. | You cloudy princes and heart-sorrowing peers That bear this heavy mutual load of moan, Now cheer each other in each others love. Though we have spent our harvest of this king, We are to reap the harvest of his son. The broken rancor of your high-swoll'n hates, But lately splintered, knit, and joined together, Must gently be preserved, cherished, and kept. Meseemeth good that with some little train Forthwith from Ludlow the young prince be fet Hither to London, to be crowned our king. |
the-taming-of-the-shrew-act-1-scene-1.json-line-39 | Oh yes, I saw the sweet beauty in her face, just like that of Europa, the daughter of Agenorbeauty that made even the great god Jove fall in love and humble himself, falling to his knees and kissing the ground on that beach in Crete. | Saw you no more? Marked you not how her sisterBegan to scold and raise up such a stormThat mortal ears might hardly endure the din? |
timon-of-athens-act-1-scene-1.json-line-95 | How do you like this portrait, Apemantus? | The best, for the innocence. |
timon-of-athens-act-2-scene-2.json-line-84 | Please stop. | Heavens, have I said, the bounty of this lord! How many prodigal bits have slaves and peasants This night englutted! Who is not Timon's? What heart, head, sword, force, means, but is Lord Timon's? Great Timon, noble, worthy, royal Timon! Ah, when the means are gone that buy this praise, The breath is gone whereof this praise is made: Feast-won, fast-lost; one cloud of winter showers, These flies are couch'd. |
othello-act-3-scene-4.json-line-62 | How are you, Cassio? What's going on with you? | Madam, my former suit. I do beseech you That by your virtuous means I may again Exist, and be a member of his love Whom I, with all the office of my heart Entirely honor. I would not be delayed. If my offence be of such mortal kind That nor my service past, nor present sorrows, Nor purposed merit in futurity, Can ransom me into his love again, But to know so must be my benefit. So shall I clothe me in a forced content, And shut myself up in some other course, To fortunes alms. |
the-winters-tale-act-5-scene-1.json-line-49 | Oh, my poor father! The spies have found us, and now we won't get to celebrate our wedding. | You are married? |
richard-iii-act-1-scene-3.json-line-67 | Yes? | I call thee not. |
titus-andronicus-act-4-scene-3.json-line-10 | Oh, nicely done, Lucius! Good boy, in Virgo's lap; give it to Pallas. | My lord, I aim a mile beyond the moon;Your letter is with Jupiter by this. |