| Parolles | Prose |
Virginity being blown down, man will quicklier be blown up
| I i 79 |
| King | Verse |
I would I had that corporal soundness now
| I ii 34 |
| King intercut | Verse |
'Tis only title thou disdain'st in her
| II iii 104 |
| Orlando | Prose |
As I remember, Adam, it was upon this fashion
| I i 1 |
| Oliver | Prose |
Charles, I thank thee for thy love to me
| I i 44 |
| Adam | Verse |
What, my young master? O, my gentle master!
| II iii 4 |
| Jaques | Verse |
A fool, a fool! I met a fool i' th' forest
| II vii 15 |
| Jaques | Verse |
All the world's a stage
| II vii 147 |
| Oliver intercut | Verse |
When last the young Orlando parted from you
| IV iii 74 |
| Touchstone intercut | Prose |
I press in here, Sir, amoung the rest of the country copulatives
| V iv 47 |
| Duke | Verse |
Merchant of Syracusa, plead no more
| I i 5 |
| Aegeon intercut | Verse |
A heavier task could not have been impos'd
| I i 33 |
| Balthazar | Verse |
Have patience, sir, O, let it be not so!
| III i 93 |
| S Antipholus | Verse |
Sweet mistress--what your name is else, I know not,
| III ii 31 |
| Courtezan | Verse |
Now out of doubt Antipholus is mad
| IV iii 56 |
| E. Antipholus | Verse |
My liege, I am advised what I say
| V i 224 |
| Duke | Verse |
Angelo, There is a kind of character in thy life
| I i 31 |
| Claudio intercut | Verse |
Thus it stands with me; upon a true contract
| I ii 91 |
| Duke intercut | Verse |
No; Holy Father, throw away that thought
| I iii 1 |
| Lucio | Verse |
This is the point
| I iv 56 |
| Angelo | Verse |
Tis one thing to be tempted, Escalus
| II i 20 |
| Angelo | Verse |
What's this? What's this? Is this her fault or mine?
| II ii 196 |
| Angelo | Verse |
When I would pray and think, I think and pray
| II iv 1 |
| Angelo | Verse | Who will believe thee, Isabel? | II iv 154-170 |
| Duke | Verse |
Be absolute for death: either death or life
| III i 7 |
| Claudio | Verse |
Aye, but to die and go we know not where
| III i 131 |
| Duke | Prose |
This forenam'd maid hath yet in her
| III i 194 |
| Duke | Verse |
He who the sword of heaven will bear
| III ii 111 |
| Pompey | Prose |
I am as well acquainted here as I was in our house of proffesion
| IV iii 1 |
| Angelo | Verse |
This deed unshapes mequite, makes me unpregnant
| IV iv 13 |
| Duke | Verse |
She, Claudio, that you wrong'd, look you restore
| V i 539 |
| Falstaff | Prose |
O, she did so course o'er my exteriors
| I iii 35 |
| Falstaff | Prose |
Reason, you rogue, reason
| II ii 9 |
| Ford | Prose |
What a damn'd Epicurean rascal is this
| II ii 93 |
| Falstaff | Prose |
Have I liv'd to be carried in a basket
| III v 5 |
| Falstaff | Prose |
Nay, you shall hear, Master Brook
| IV i 43 |
| Fenton | Verse |
From time to time I have acquainted you
| IV vi 8 |
| Benedick | Prose |
O, she misused me past the endurance of a block
| II i 111 |
| Benedick | Prose |
I do much wonder that one man, seeing how much another man is a fool
| II iii 8 |
| Benedick | Prose |
This can be no trick, the conference was sadly borne.
| II iii 90 |
| Borachio intercut | Prose |
Seest thou not, I say, what a deformed thief
| III iii 58 |
| Claudio intercut |
Verse | There, Leonato, take her back again | IV i 25 |
| Leonato | Verse |
Wherefore? Why, doth not every earthly thing
| IV i 115 |
| Friar Francis | Verse |
Marry, this well carried on her behalf
| IV i 215 |
| Dogberry | Prose |
Dost thou not suspect my place?
| IV ii 41 |
| Leonato | Verse |
I pray thee cease thy counsel
| V i 6 |
| Borachio | Prose |
Sweet Prince, let me go no farther to mine answer
| V i 171 |
| Pericles | Verse |
See where she comes, apparelled like the spring
| I i 15 |
| Pericles | Verse |
Great King, few love to hear the sins
| I i 86 |
| Pericles | Verse |
How courtesy would seem to cover sin
| I i 116 |
| Pericles | Verse |
Why should this change of thoughts
| I ii 1 |
| Pericles | Verse |
Thou speak'st like a physician, Helicanus
| I ii 175 |
| Cleon | Verse |
But see what heaven can do by this our change
| I iv 35 |
| Gower | Verse |
Thus time we waste and longest leagues make short
| IV iv 1 |
| Pericles | Verse |
O Helicanus, strike me honored sir
| V i 223 |
epilogue | Verse |
In Antiochus and his daughter you have heard
| V iii 100 |
| Lord | Verse |
Even as a flattering dream or worthless fancy
| Induct. i 39 |
| Lord | Verse |
Sirrah, go you to Barthol'mew my page
| Induct. i 104 |
| Lord | Verse |
Hence comes it that your kindred shuns your house
| Induct. i 15 |
| Lucentio | Verse |
Tranio, since for the great desire I had
| I i 1 |
| Tranio | Verse |
Mi perdonate, gentle master mine
| I i 27 |
| Tranio | Verse |
Pardon me, sir, the boldness is mine own
| II i 81 |
| Petruchio intercut | Verse | Now, by the world, it is a lusty wench! | II i 156 |
| Petruchio | Verse | No, not a whit: I find you passing gentle. | II i 243 |
| Petruchio | Verse | Be patient, gentlemen; I choose her for myself: | II i 304 |
| Gremio | Verse | First, as you know, my house within the city | II i 349 |
| Petruchio | Verse | They shall go forward, Kate, at thy command | III ii 203 |
| Petruchio | Verse |
Thus have I politicly begun my reign
| IV i 126 |
| Petruchio | Verse | Well, come, my Kate; we will unto your father's, | IV iii 163 |
| Pedant | Verse | Sir, by your leave: having come to Padua | IV iv 28 |
| Prospero intercut | Verse | My brother and thy uncle, call'd Antonio, | I ii 82 |
| Ariel intercut | Verse | I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak, | I ii 230 |
| Caliban intercut | Verse | This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother, | I ii 396 |
| Caliban | Verse |
All the infections that the sun sucks up
| II ii 1 |
| Trinculo | Prose |
Here's neither bush nor shrub to bear off any weather
| II ii 23 |
| Ferdinand | Verse |
There be some sports are painful and their labor
| III i 4 |
| Caliban | Verse |
Why, as I told thee, 'tis a custom with him
| III ii 57 |
| Ariel | Verse | You are three men of sin, whom Destiny | III iii 69 |
| Prospero | Verse |
Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and groves
| V i 40 |
| Prospero | Verse | You do look, my son, in a mov'd sort | III iii 158 |
| Ariel | Verse | I told you, sir, they were red-hot with drinking | IV i 186 |
| Prospero | Verse | In this last tempest. I perceive, these lords | V i 168 |
| Prospero | Verse | Now my charms are all o'erthrown, | Epilogue |
| Prologue | Verse | In Troy there lies the scene | Prologue |
| Troilus | Verse | O Pandarus! I tell thee, Pandarus | I i 36 |
| Troilus | Verse | Peace, you ungracious clamours! peace, rude sounds! | I i 66 |
| Agamemnon | Verse |
Princes, What grief hath set the jaundice on your cheeks? | I iii 1 |
| Nestor | Verse | With due observance of thy god-like seat, | I iii 33 |
| Ulysses | Verse | Troy, yet upon his basis, had been down, | I iii 78 |
| Aeneas | Verse |
Trumpet, blow aloud, Send thy brass voice through all these lazy tents; | I iii 263 |
| Nestor | Verse | Yes, 'tis most meet: whom may you else oppose, | I iii 341 |
| Ulysses | Verse | What glory our Achilles shares from Hector | I iii 376 |
| Hector | Verse | Though no man lesser fears the Greeks than I, | II ii 10 |
| Hector | Verse | You are for dreams and slumbers, brother priest; | II ii 40 |
| Troilus | Verse |
I take today a wife, and my election
| II ii 65 |
| Paris | Verse | Sir, I propose not merely to myself | II ii 154 |
| Hector | Verse | Paris and Troilus, you have both said well; | II ii 171 |
| Thersites | Prose | How now, Thersites! what, lost in the labyrinth | II iii 1 |
| Agamemnon | Verse |
Hear you, Patroclus We are too well acquainted with these answers: | II iii 59 |
| Ulysses | Verse | O Agamemnon! let it not be so. | II iii 122 |
| Achilles | Verse | What! am I poor of late? | III iii 79 |
| Ulysses intercut | Verse | I do not strain at the position | III iii 121 |
| Ulysses | Verse | The providence that's in a watchful state | III iii 208 |
| Thersites intercut | Verse | Ajax goes up and down the field, asking for himself. | III iii 259 |
| Troilus | Verse | And suddenly; where injury of chance | IV iv 30 |
| Hector | Verse | Thou art, great lord, my father's sister's son, | IV v 140 |
| Nestor | Verse | I have, thou gallant Trojan, see thee oft, | IV v 206 |
| Thersites | Prose | With too much blood and too little brain | V i 36 |
| Troilus | Verse | This she? no, this is Diomed's Cressida | V ii 163 |
| Troilus | Verse | You understand me not that tell me so. | V x 15 |
| Duke | Verse |
If music be the food of love, play on
| I i 1 |
| Malvolio | Verse | M, O, A, I; this simulation is not as the former | II v 74 |
| Malvolio | Prose |
O ho, do you come near me now?
| III iv 49 |
| Sebastian | Verse |
This is the air, that is the glorius sun
| IV iii 1 |
| Antonio | Verse |
Orsino, noble sir, Be pleased that I shake off these names you give me
| V i 52 |
| Duke | Verse |
Why should I not (had I the heart to do it)
| V i 100 |
| Malvolio intercut | Verse |
Madam, you have done me wrong, Notorious wrong. | V i 294 |
| Launce | Prose | Nay, 'twill be this hour ere I have done weeping
| II iii 1-32 |
| Valentine | Verse | Ay, Proteus, but that life is alter'd now | V i 123 |
| Proteus | Verse |
Even as one heat another heat expels
| II iv 190 |
| Proteus | Verse | To leave my Julia, shall I be forsworn; | II vi 1 |
| Proteus | Verse | My gracious lord, that which I would discover | III i 6 |
| Duke | Verse | Proteus, I thank thee for thine honest care, | III i 24 |
| Valentine | Verse | A woman sometime scorns what best contents her. | III i 96 |
| Duke | Verse | What letter is this same? What's here? To Silvia! | III i 141 |
| Valentine | Verse | And why not death rather than living torment? | III i 163 |
| Proteus | Verse | Ay, ay; and she hath offer'd to the doom | III i 215 |
| Proteus | Verse | Cease to lament for that thou canst not help, | III i 234 |
| Launce | Prose | I am but a fool, look you; and yet I have the wit | III i 254 |
| Proteus | Verse | Say that upon the altar of her beauty | III ii 76 |
| Launce | Prose |
When a man's servant shall play the cur with him
| IV iv 1 |
| Leontes | Verse | Thou want'st a rough pash and the shoots that I have | I ii 157 |
| Leontes | Verse |
To your own bents dispose you; you'll be found
| I ii 215 |
| Camillo | Verse |
My gracious lord, I may be negligent, foolish, and fearful | I ii 295 |
| Leontes | Verse |
Apollo, pardon My great profaneness 'gainst thine oracle! | III ii 160 |
| Antigonus | Verse |
Come, poor babe: I have heard, but not believed, the spirits o' the dead
| III iii 21 |
| Autolycus | Prose |
Ho, ha, what a fool Honesty is!
| IV iii 586 |
| King Henry | Verse | So shaken as we are, so wan with care, | I i 1 |
| King Henry | Verse | Yea, there thou mak'st me sad and mak'st me sin | I i 80 |
| King Henry | Verse | I know you all, and will awhile uphold | I ii 64 |
| Hotspur | Verse | My liege, I did deny no prisoners
| I iii 28-68 |
| Hotspur | Verse |
Revolted Mortimer! He never did fall off, my sovereign liege, | I iii 96 |
| Hotspur | Verse |
Nay, then I cannot blame his cousin king
| I iii 164 |
| Falstaff | Prose | I am accursed to rob in that thief's company | II ii 10 |
| Hotspur | Prose |
But for mine own part, my lord, I could be well contented
| II iii 1 |
| Prince Hal | Prose | With three or four loggerheads | II iv 5 |
| Falstaff intercut | Prose | Peace, good pint-pot! peace, good tickle-brain! | II iv 162 |
| King | Verse |
God pardon thee! Yet let me wonder Harry
| III ii 31 |
| King Henry | Verse |
For all the world, As thou art to this hour was Richard then | III ii 96 |
| Prince Hal | Verse |
Do not think so, you shall not find it so
| III ii 132 |
| Falstaff | Prose | No, I'll be sworn; I make as good use of it | III iii 9 |
| Falstaff | Prose | If I be not ashamed of my soldiers, I am a soused gurnet. | IV ii 9 |
| Hotspur intercut | Verse | The king is kind; and well we know the king | IV iii 60 |
| Worchester | Verse | It pleas'd your majesty to turn your looks | V i 34 |
| Falstaff | Prose | 'Tis not due yet: I would be loath to pay him before | V i 129 |
| Worchester | Verse |
Then are we all undone. It is not possible, it cannot be, | V ii 6 |
| Prince Hal | Verse | For worms, brave Percy. Fare thee well, great heart! | V iv 94 |
| Chorus | Verse |
O for a Muse of fire, that would ascend
| Prologue I i |
| Canterbury | Verse | Hear him but reason in divinity, | I i 42 |
| Henry | Verse |
Sure, we thank you. My learned lord, we pray you to proceed, | I ii 13 |
| Canterbury | Verse | Then hear me, gracious sovereign, and you peers, | I ii 38 |
| Canterbury | Verse |
Therefore doth heaven divide The state of man in divers functions, | I ii 186 |
| King Henry | Verse | We are glad the Dauphin is so pleasant with us | I ii 268 |
| Chorus | Verse |
Now all the youth of England are on fire
| Prologue II i |
| King Henry | Verse | The mercy that was quick in us but late | II ii 83 |
| King Henry | Verse | God quit you in his mercy! Hear your sentence. | II ii 167 |
| Exeter intercut | Verse | From him; and thus he greets your majesty | II iv 84 |
| Chorus | Verse |
Thus with imagin'd wing our swift scene flies
| Prologue III i |
| Henry | Verse |
Once more into the breach dear friends, once more
| III i 4 |
| Boy | Prose | As young as I am, I have observed these three | III ii 16 |
| Henry | Verse |
Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more;
| III i 1 |
| Henry | Verse | How yet resolves the governor of the town? | III iii 1 |
| French King | Verse | Where is Montjoy the herald? speed him hence | III v 8 |
| Montjoy | Verse | Thus says my king: Say thou to Harry of England: | III vi 55 |
| Henry | Verse | Thou dost thy office fairly. Turn thee back, | III vi 58 |
| Chorus | Verse |
Now entertain conjecture of a time
| IV i |
| Henry | Prose | So, if a son that is by his father sent | IV i 95 |
| Henry | Verse |
Upon the King! Let us our lives, our souls
| IV i 116 |
| Henry | Verse | O God of battles! steel my soldiers' hearts | IV i 178 |
| Constable | Verse | To horse, you gallant princes! straight to horse! | IV ii 19 |
| Henry | Verse | This day is called the feast of Crispian
| IV iii 45 |
| Henry | Verse | I pray thee, bear my former answer back | IV iii 98 |
| Exeter | Verse | In which array, brave soldier, doth he lie, | IV vi 9 |
| Henry | Verse | This note doth tell me of ten thousand French | IV viii 47 |
| Chorus | Verse | Vouchsafe to those that have not read the story | V i |
| Third Messenger | Verse | O, no! wherein Lord Talbot was o'erthrown | I i 113 |
| Talbot intercut | Verse |
The Duke of Bedford had a prisoner
| I iv 30 |
| Talbot | Verse | What chance is this that suddenly hath cross'd us? | I iv 76 |
| Talbot | Verse | My thoughts are whirled like a potter's wheel | I iv 22 |
| Mortimer | Verse | I will, if that my fading breath permit, | II v 64 |
| Plantagenet | Verse | And peace, no war, befall thy parting soul | II v 118 |
| Gloucester | Verse | Presumptuous priest! this place commands my patience | III i 10 |
| Talbot intercut | Verse | Shame to the Duke of Burgundy and thee! | IV i 16 |
| King Henry | Verse | Come hither, you that would be combatants | IV i 138 |
| General | Verse | Thou ominous and fearful owl of death | IV ii 18 |
| Talbot | Verse | When from the Dauphin's crest thy sword struck fire | IV vi 12 |
| Talbot intercut | Verse | Where is my other life? Mine own is gone | IV vii 3 |
| Suffolk | Verse | An earl I am, and Suffolk am I call'd | V iii 58 |
| Suffolk | Verse | A dower, my lords! disgrace not so your king | V v 50 |
| King Henry | Verse | Whether it be through force of your report | V v 81 |
| Gloucester | Verse | Brave peers of England, pillars of the state | I i 64 |
| Cardinal | Verse | So, there goes our protector in a rage | I i 136 |
| Salisbury | Verse | Pride went before, ambition follows him. | I i 169 |
| York | Verse | Anjou and Maine are given to the French | I i 203 |
| Hume | Verse | Hume must make merry with the duchess' gold | I ii 91 |
| Gloucester | Verse |
Ah, gracious lord, these days are dangerous
| III i 146 |
| King Henry | Verse | Ay, Margaret; my heart is drown'd with grief, | III i 202 |
| York | Verse |
Now, York, or never, steel they fearful thoughts
| III i 336 |
| King Henry | Verse | What! doth my Lord of Suffolk comfort me? | III ii 45 |
| Salisbury | Verse |
Sirs, stand apart, the King shall know your mind
| III ii 253 |
| Suffolk | Verse | A plague upon them! Wherefore should I curse them? | III ii 318 |
| Captain | Verse | Ay, kennel, puddle, sink; whose filth and dirt | IV i 76 |
| Old Clifford | Verse | Is Cade the son of Henry the Fifth | IV viii 21 |
| York | Verse | How now! is Somerset at liberty? | V i 91 |
| Young Clifford | Verse |
Shame and confusion! All is on the rout
| V ii 36 |
| York | Verse | The army of the queen hath got the field | I iv 1 |
| York intercut | Verse | She-wolf of France, but worse than wolves of France | I iv 114 |
| Richard intercut | Verse | I cannot joy until I be resolv'd | II i 11 |
| Messenger | Verse | Environed he was with many foes | II i 53 |
| Warwick | Verse | Ten days ago I drown'd these news in tears, | II i 108 |
| Warwick | Verse | Why, therefore Warwick came to seek you out | II i 170 |
| Clifford | Verse | My gracious liege, this too much lenity | II ii 11 |
| Edward | Verse | A wisp of straw were worth a thousand crowns | II ii 148 |
| Henry | Verse |
This battle fares like to the morning's war
| II v 1 |
| Son | Verse |
Ill blows the wind that profits nobody
| II v 1 |
| Clifford | Verse | Here burns my candle out; ay, here it dies, | II vi 1 |
| King Henry | Verse | My queen and son are gone to France for aid | III i 31 |
| Gloucester | Verse |
Ay, Edward will use women honorably
| III ii 128 |
| Warwick | Verse | King Lewis, I here protest, in sight of heaven | III iii 187 |
| Warwick | Verse | Then, gentle Clarence, welcome unto Warwick | IV ii 9 |
| Warwick | Verse | Ah! who is nigh? come to me, friend or foe | V ii 7 |
| Warwick | Verse |
I, that have neither pity, love nor fear
| V vi 11 |
| King Henry | Verse | Hadst thou been kill'd, when first thou didst presume | V vi 37 |
| Gloucester | Verse | What! will the aspiring blood of Lancaster | V vi 63 |
| King Edward | Verse | Once more we sit in England's royal throne | V vii 1 |
| Prologue | Verse | I come no more to make you laugh: things now | prologue |
| Norfolk | Verse |
Then you lost The view of earthly glory: men might say | I i 20 |
| Buckingham | Verse | Pray give me favour, sir. This cunning cardinal | I i 201 |
| Wolsey | Verse |
And for me, I have no further gone in this than by | I ii 81 |
| King Henry | Verse |
It grieves many: The gentleman is learn'd, and a most rare speaker, | I ii 127 |
| Surveyor intercut | Verse | Not long before your highness sped to France | I ii 175 |
| Buckingham | Verse |
All good people You that thus far have come to pity me
| II i 74 |
| Buckingham | Verse | When I came hither, I was Lord High Constable, | II i 123 |
| Wolsey | Verse |
I do profess You speak not like yourself; who ever yet | II iv 93 |
| King Henry | Verse |
My Lord Cardinal, I do excuse you; yea, upon mine honour, | II iv 167 |
| Wolsey | Verse |
What should this mean? What sudden anger's this? how have I reap'd it? | III ii 255 |
| Wolsey | Verse |
So farewell; to the little good you bear me
| III ii 418 |
| Wolsey | Verse |
Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear
| III ii 507 |
| 3rd General intercut | Verse | As well as I am able. The rich stream | IV i 84 |
| Griffith | Verse |
This cardinal, Though from a humble stock, undoubtedly | IV ii 57 |
| King Henry intercut | Verse |
Know you not How your state stands i' the world, | IV ii 156 |
| Porter's Man | Prose | The spoons will be the bigger, sir. | IV iv 28 |
| Cranmer intercut | Verse |
Let me speak, sir, For heaven now bids me; and the words I utter | V v 20 |
| King John | Verse | Sirrah, your brother is legitimate | I i 121 |
| Bastard | Verse | Brother, adieu: good fortune come to thee! | I i 185 |
| Bastard | Verse | Now, by this light, were I to get again, | I i 264 |
| Chatillon | Verse | Then turn your forces from this paltry siege | II i 57 |
| King Philip | Verse | Peace be to England, if that war return | II i 93 |
| King John | Verse | For our advantage; therefore hear us first. | II i 217 |
| King Philip | Verse | When I have said, make answer to us both. | II i 246 |
| Bastard | Verse | By heaven, these scroyles of Angiers flout you | II i 386 |
| First Citizen | Verse | That daughter there of Spain, the Lady Blanch | II i 439 |
| Bastard | Verse | Mad world, mad kings, mad composition | II i 561-599 |
| King Philip | Verse | Good reverend father, make my person yours, | III i 234 |
| Pandulph | Verse | So mak'st thou faith an enemy to faith | III i 273 |
| King John | Verse | Good friend, thou hast no cause to say so yet | III iii 33 |
| Pandulf intercut | Verse | Your mind is all as youthful as your blood | III iii 130 |
| Arthur intercut | Verse | Must you with hot irons burn out both mine eyes? | IV i 45 |
| Bastard | Verse |
Go, bear him in thine arms. I am amaz'd, methinks, and lose my way | IV iii 152 |
| Bastard intercut | Verse | But wherefore do you droop? why look you sad? | V i 48 |
| Salisbury | Verse | Upon our sides it never shall be broken | V ii 10 |
| Lewis | Verse | A noble temper dost thou show in this | V ii 40 |
| Lewis | Verse | Your grace shall pardon me; I will not back | V ii 82 |
| Bastard | Verse | By all the blood that ever fury breath'd | V ii 132 |
| Melun | Verse | Have I not hideous death within my view | V iv 26 |
| Bolingbroke | Verse | First, heaven be the record to my speech! | I i 33 |
| Mowbray | Verse | Let not my cold words here accuse my zeal | I i 50 |
| Bolingbroke | Verse | Look, what I speak, my life shall prove it true | I i 90 |
| Mowbray | Verse | Then, Bolingbroke, as low as to thy heart | I i 127 |
| Gaunt | Verse | All places that the eye of heaven visits | I iii 279 |
| Gaunt | Verse |
Methinks I am a prophet new inspir'd
| II i 33 |
| Gaunt intercut | Verse | Now, he that made me knows I see thee ill | II i 96 |
| York intercut | Verse | How long shall I be patient? Ah! how long | II i 169 |
| York | Verse | Grace me no grace, nor uncle me no uncle | II iii 95 |
| Bolingbroke | Verse |
As I was banish'd, I was banish'd Hereford;
| II iii 121 |
| Bolingbroke | Verse |
Bring forth these men
| III i 1 |
| King Richard | Verse | Needs must I like it well: I weep for joy | III ii 6 |
| King Richard | Verse | Discomfortable cousin! know'st thou not | III ii 38 |
| Richard | Verse |
No matter where. Of comfort no man speak
| III ii 148 |
| Bolingbroke | Verse |
Noble Lord, Go to the rude ribs of that ancient castle
| III iii 36 |
| King Richard | Verse | We are amaz'd; and thus long have we stood | III iii 78 |
| King Richard | Verse | What must the king do now? Must he submit? | III iii 149 |
| B. of Carlisle | Verse |
Marry, God forbid! Worst in this royal presence may I speak | IV i 119 |
| King Richard | Verse | Ay, no; no, ay; for I must nothing be | IV i 208 |
| Richard | Verse |
I have been studying how I may compare
| V v 1 |
| Gloucester | Verse |
Now is the winter of our discontent
| I i 1 |
| Gloucester | Verse | Those eyes of thine from mine have drawn salt tears | I ii 164 |
| Gloucester | Verse | Was ever woman in this humor woo'd?
| I ii 241 |
| Clarence intercut | Verse |
O, I have pass'd a miserable night
| I iv 1 |
| Gloucester | Verse | A blessed labour, my most sovereign lord. | II i 55 |
| King Edward | Verse | Have I a tongue to doom my brother's death, | II i 107 |
| Gloucester | Verse | I cannot tell, if to depart in silence | III vii 146 |
| Buckingham | Verse | My lord, this argues conscience in your Grace | III vii 179 |
| King Richard | Verse | Look, what is done cannot be now amended | IV vi 302 |
| King Richard | Verse | As I intend to prosper, and repent, | IV vi 414 |
| King Richard | Verse | Give me another horse! bind up my wounds! | V iii 196 |
| King Richard | Verse | More than I have said, loving countrymen, | V iii 260 |
| King Richard | Verse |
Go, gentlemen, every man unto his charge
| V iii 335 |
| Enobarbus intercut | Verse | The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, | II ii 223 |
| Ventidius | Verse | I have done enough; a lower place, note well | III i 16 |
| Antony intercut | Verse | Hark! the land bids me tread no more upon 't | III ix 3 |
| Antony | Verse | If that thy father live, let him repent | III xi 171 |
| Antony | Verse |
All is lost! This foul Egytian hath betrayed me.
| IV x 29 |
| Antony intercut | Verse | Unarm, Eros; the long day's task is done | IV xii 46 |
| Antony intercut | Verse |
Since Cleopatra died, I have liv'd in such dishonour, that the gods | IV xii 69 |
| Menenius intercut | Verse | I tell you, friends, most charitable care | I i 32 |
| Marcius | Verse |
He that will give good words to thee will flatter
| I i 134 |
| Aufidius intercut | Verse | I would I were a Roman; for I cannot, | I x 6 |
| Menenius intercut | Prose | I am known to be a humorous patrician | II i 27 |
| Brutus | Verse | All tongues speak of him, and the bleared sights | II i 116 |
| Cominius | Verse |
I shall lack voice: the deeds of Coriolanus
| II ii 69 |
| Coriolanus | Verse | Most sweet voices! | II iii 61 |
| Coriolanus | Verse | O good but most unwise patricians! why | III i 116 |
| Coriolanus intercut | Verse |
I'll give my reasons, More worthier than their voices. | III i 153 |
| Coriolanus | Verse | You common cry of curs! whose breath I hate | III iii 152 |
| Coriolanus intercut | Verse | Come, leave your tears: a brief farewell | IV i 1 |
| Coriolanus | Verse | O world! thy slippery turns. Friends now fast sworn | IV iv 19 |
| Coriolanus | Verse |
My name is Caius, Martius, who hath done
| IV v 61 |
| Aufidius intercut | Verse | Each word thou hast spoke hath weeded from my heart | IV v 99 |
| Aufidius | Verse | All places yield to him ere he sits down | IV vii 32 |
| Menenius | Prose | Now, you companion, I.ll say an errand for you | V ii 45 |
| Coriolanus | Verse |
This last old man, Whom with a crack'd heart I have sent to Rome, | V iii 12 |
| Horatio intercut | Verse | At least, the whisper goes so. Our last king | I i 97 |
| Claudius | Verse | Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother's death | I ii 1 |
| Claudius | Verse | 'Tis sweet and commendable in your nature Hamlet, | I ii 91 |
| Hamlet | Verse | O, that this too too solid flesh would melt
| I ii 133 |
| Horatio | Verse | Two nights together had these gentlemen | I ii 205 |
| Laertes | Verse |
Think it no more For nature, crescent, does not grow alone | I iii 15 |
| Polonius | Verse |
Yet here, Laertes! aboard, aboard, for shame! The wind sits in the shoulder of your sail, | I iii 62 |
| Polonius | Verse | Ay, springes to catch woodcocks. I do know | I iii 123 |
| Hamlet intercut | Verse | But to my mind, though I am native here | I iv 18 |
| Ghost intercut | Verse | I am thy father's spirit; | I v 15 |
| Hamlet | Verse | O all you host of heaven! O earth! What else? | I v 100 |
| Hamlet | Prose |
I will tell you why; so shall my anticipation prevent your discovery | II ii 250 |
| 1st Player | Verse |
Anon, he finds him Striking too short at Greeks; his antique sword, | II ii 321 |
| Hamlet | Verse |
O, what a rogue and peasant slave am i
| II ii 382 |
| Hamlet | Verse | To be, or not to be, that is the question
| III i 64 |
| Hamlet intercut | Prose | Get thee to a nunnery | III i 125 |
| Hamlet intercut | Prose | Speak the speech, I pray you | III ii 1 |
| Hamlet | Verse | Since my dear soul was mistress of her choice | III ii 27 |
| Player King | Verse | I do believe you think what now you speak | III ii 134 |
| Claudius | Verse | O! my offence is rank, it smells to heaven | III iii 142 |
| Hamlet | Verse | Now might I do it pat, now he is praying | III iii 80 |
| Hamlet | Verse | Look here, upon this picture, and on this | III iv 63 |
| Hamlet | Verse | How all occasions do inform against me | IV iv 35 |
| Claudius | Verse | O! this is the poison of deep grief; it springs | IV v 45 |
| Hamlet | Prose | Alas! poor Yorick. I knew him, Horatio | V i 80 |
| Marullus | Verse |
Wherefore rejoice? What conquest brings he home?
| I i 24 |
| Cassius | Verse |
I know that virtue to be in you, Brutus
| I ii 98 |
| Cassius | Verse | Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world | I ii 143 |
| Casca | Prose | I can as well be hanged as tell the manner of it | I ii 240 |
| Cassius | Verse | Well Brutus thou art noble yet I see | I ii 271 |
| Casca | Verse |
Are not you mov'd, when all the sway of earth
| I iii 5 |
| Cassius | Verse | You are dull, Casca, and those sparks of life | I iii 63 |
| Brutus | Verse |
It must be by his death; and for my part
| II i 13 |
| Brutus | Verse | No, not an oath: if not the face of men, | II i 127 |
| Brutus | Verse | Our course will seem too bloody, Caius Cassius, | II i 177 |
| Antony | Verse | O mighty Cæsar! dost thou lie so low? | III i 167 |
| Antony | Verse | My credit now stands on such slippery ground, | III i 211 |
| Antony | Verse |
O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth
| III i 279 |
| Brutus intercut | Prose | Romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me for my cause | III ii 16 |
| Antony | Verse |
Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears
| III ii 52 |
| Antony | Verse | But yesterday the word of Cæsar might | III ii 98 |
| Antony | Verse | If you have tears, prepare to shed them now
| III ii 148 |
| Antony | Verse | Good friends, sweet friends, let me not stir you up | III ii 188 |
| Brutus | Verse | You have done that you should be sorry for. | IV iii 74 |
| Cassius intercut | Verse | This is my birth-day: as this very day | V i 84 |
| Edmund | Verse |
Thou, Nature, art my goddess, to thy law
| I ii 1 |
| Edmund | Prose | This is the excellent foppery of the world | I ii 58 |
| Edgar | Verse |
I heard myself proclaim'd
| II iii 1 |
| Fool | Verse | We'll set thee to school to an ant | II iv 68 |
| Lear | Verse |
O, reason not the need! Our basest beggars
| II iv 274 |
| Lear | Verse | Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow! | III ii 1 |
| Edgar | Verse | A servingman, proud in heart and mind | III iv 73 |
| Edgar | Verse |
How have [I] known the miseries of [my] father? By nursing them, my lord. List a brief tale | V iii 210 |
| Sergeant intercut | Verse |
Doubtful it stood; As two spent swimmers, that do cling together | I ii 11 |
| Macbeth | Verse |
If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well
| I vii 1 |
| Macbeth | Verse |
Is this a dagger which I see before me
| II i 44 |
| Porter | Prose | Here's a knocking, indeed! | II iii 1 |
| Macbeth | Verse |
To be thus is nothing; But to be safely thus. Our fears in Banquo | III i 54 |
| Lennox | Verse | My former speeches have but hit your thoughts | III vi 1 |
| Malcolm | Verse |
Macduff, this noble passion, Child of integrity, hath from my soul | IV iii 131 |
| Iago | Verse |
Three great ones of the city, In personal suit to make me his lieutenant, | I i 10 |
| Iago | Verse | I follow him to serve my turn upon him; | I i 45 |
| Roderigo | Verse | Sir, I will answer any thing. But, I beseech you | I i 125 |
| Brabantio | Verse | O thou foul thief! where hast thou stow'd my daughter? | I ii 79 |
| Othello | Verse | Most potent, grave, and reverend signiors | I iii 88 |
| Othello | Verse | Her father lov'd me; oft invited me; | I iii 146 |
| Iago intercut | Prose |
Virtue? A fig! 'tis in ourselves that we are thus
| I iii 331 |
| Iago | Prose | Thus do I ever make my fool my purse;
| I iii 344 |
| Iago intercut | Prose | If thou be'st valiant | II i 217 |
| Iago | Verse |
That Cassio loves her, I do well believe't
| II i 229 |
| Iago | Verse | I had rather have this tongue cut from my mouth | II i 181 |
| Iago | Verse |
And what's he then that says I play the villian?
| II iii 244 |
| Othello | Verse | Think'st thou I'd make a life of jealousy, | III iii 204 |
| Othello | Verse | This fellow's of exceeding honesty | III iii 292 |
| Othello intercut | Verse |
Had it pleas'd heaven To try me with affliction
| IV ii 59 |
| Othello | Verse | It is the cause, it is the cause, my soul | V ii 1 |
| Othello | Verse |
Behold! I have a weapon A better never did itself sustain | V ii 307 |
| Othello | Verse | Soft you; a word or two before you go. | V ii 394 |
| Prince | Verse |
Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace
| I i 67 |
| Mercutio | Verse |
O then I see Queen Mab hath been with you
| I iv 59 |
| Friar | Verse | The grey-ey'd morn smiles on the frowning night | II iii 1 |
| Friar | Verse | Holy Saint Francis! what a change is here | II iii 69 |
| Mercutio intercut | Prose |
Why, what is Tybalt? More than prince of cats, I can tell you | II iv 15 |
| Romeo | Verse | But soft, what light through yonder window breaks?
| II ii 1-24 |
| Benvolio | Verse | Tybalt, here slain, whom Romeo's hand did slay | III i 123 |
| Romeo | Verse | 'Tis torture, and not mercy: heaven is here | III iii 33 |
| Friar | Verse | Hold thy desperate hand | III iii 116 |
| Capulet | Verse |
God's bread, it makes me mad!
| III v 190 |
| Friar | Verse | Hold, then; go home, be merry, give consent | IV i 91 |
| Friar | Verse | Peace, ho! for shame! confusion's cure lives not | IV v 73 |
| Romeo | Verse |
In faith, I will. Let me peruse this face
| V iii 77 |
| Friar | Verse | I will be brief, for my short date of breath | V iii 250 |
| Apemantus | Verse | I scorn thy meat; 'twould choke me | I ii 39 |
| Timon | Prose | O! no doubt, my good friends, | I ii 69 |
| Lucius | Prose | What a wicked beast was I to disfurnish myself | III ii 23 |
| 1st Stranger intercut | Verse | Why this is the world's soul | III ii 30 |
| Sempronius | Verse | How! have they denied him? | III iii 11 |
| Alcibiades | Verse | My lords, then, under favour, pardon me | III v 44 |
| Timon intercut | Prose then Verse | You great benefactors sprinkle our society | III vi 44 |
| Timon | Verse |
Let me look back upon thee. O thou wall
| IV i 1 |
| Flavius | Verse | O! the fierce wretchedness that glory brings us | IV ii 36 |
| Timon | Verse | O blessed breeding sun! draw from the earth | IV iii 1 |
| Timon intercut | Verse | Put up thy gold: go on, here's gold, go on; | IV iii 116 |
| Timon | Verse | That nature, being sick of man's unkindness, | IV iii 187 |
| Apemantus intercut | Verse | This is in thee a nature but infected; | IV iii 187 |
| Timon | Verse | Thou art a slave, whom Fortune's tender arm | IV iii 268 |
| Timon | Prose | A beastly ambition, which the gods grant | IV iii 335 |
| Timon | Verse | I am sick of this false world, | IV iii 359 |
| Timon | Verse |
Nor on the beasts themselves
| IV iii 409 |
| Timon | Verse |
Had I a steward So true, so just, and now so comfortable? | IV iii 476 |
| Timon | Verse | If Alcibiades kill my countrymen | V i 165 |
| Alcibiades | Verse | Here lies a wretched corse | V iv 84 |
| Marcus | Verse |
Princes, that strive by factions and by friends
| I i 21 |
| Titus | Verse | Hail, Rome, victorious in thy mourning weeds! | I i 75 |
| Aaron | Verse | Now climbeth Tamora Olympus' top, | II i 1 |
| Aaron | Verse | For shame, be friends, and join for that you jar | II i 113 |
| Aaron | Verse | Madam, though Venus govern your desires | II iii 33 |
| Marcus | Verse |
Who is this? My niece, that flies away so fast?
| II iv 14 |
| Titus | Verse |
Hear me, grave fathers! Noble tribunes, stay!
| III i 1 |
| Titus intercut | Verse |
he that wounded her Hath hurt me more than had he kill'd me dead | III i 96 |
| Titus | Verse | If there were reason for these miseries, | III i 227 |
| Titus | Verse | Why, I have not another tear to shed | III i 275 |
| Titus | Verse | Thou map of woe, that thus dost talk in signs | III ii 14 |
| Aaron | Verse | Shall she live to betray this guilt of ours | IV ii 155 |
| Titus | Verse | Be you remember'd, Marcus, she's gone, she's fled. | IV iii 7 |
| Saturninus | Verse | Why, lords, what wrongs are these! | IV iv 1 |
| 2nd Goth | Verse | Renowned Lucius, from our troops I stray'd, | V i 23 |
| Aaron intercut | Verse | Indeed, I was their tutor to instruct them | V i 102 |
| Titus | Verse |
Come, come, Lavinia, look, thy foes are bound
| V ii 174 |
| Marcus | Verse | You sad-fac'd men, people and sons of Rome | V iii 71 |
| Lucius | Verse | Then, noble auditory, be it known to you | V iii 100 |
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