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Call you that backing of your friends? A plague upon such backing! -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. read more
Call you that backing of your friends? A plague upon such backing! -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4.
Exceedingly well read. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 1.
Exceedingly well read. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act iii. Sc. 1.
He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one; Exceeding wise, fair-spoken, and persuading; Lofty and sour to them read more
He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one; Exceeding wise, fair-spoken, and persuading; Lofty and sour to them that loved him not, But to those men that sought him sweet as summer. -King Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 2.
Take, O, take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that read more
Take, O, take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn: But my kisses bring again, bring again; Seals of love, but sealed in vain, sealed in vain. -Measure for Measure. Act iv. Sc. 1.
Must I hold a candle to my shames? -The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 6.
Must I hold a candle to my shames? -The Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 6.
A needy, hollow-eyed, sharp-looking wretch, A living-dead man. -The Comedy of Errors. Act v. Sc. 1.
A needy, hollow-eyed, sharp-looking wretch, A living-dead man. -The Comedy of Errors. Act v. Sc. 1.
Answer me in one word. -As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Answer me in one word. -As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.
Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them. Nought shall make us rue, If read more
Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them. Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true. -King John. Act v. Sc. 7.
The weariest and most loathed worldly life That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment Can lay on nature, is a paradise read more
The weariest and most loathed worldly life That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment Can lay on nature, is a paradise To what we fear of death. -Measure for Measure. Act iii. Sc. 1.
