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Twelfth Night
Shakespeare
soft, soft!
Shakespeare
Out upon't, What pushes are we wenches driven to, When fifteen once has found us!
He has as much to please a woman in him, (If he please to bestow it so) as ever
These eyes yet lookt on. Next, I pittied him, And so would any young wench, o' my
Conscience,
Extremely lov'd him, infinitely lov'd him; And yet he had a Cousin, faire as he too.
But in my heart was Palamon, and there, Lord, what a coyle he keepes! To heare him
Sing in an evening, what a heaven it is! And yet his Songs are sad ones. Fairer spoken
'Faire, gentle Mayde, good morrow; may thy goodness Get thee a happy husband.'
Once he kist me. I lov'd my lips the better ten days after. Would he would do so ev'ry
day!
What should I do, to make him know I love him? For I would faine enjoy him.
Say I ventur'd To set him free? what saies the law then? Thus much For Law, or kindred!
I will do it, And this night, or to morrow, he shall love me. [Exit.]
Viola
Twelfth Night
As you like it
Two Gents
Shakespeare
Cymbeline
Shakespeare
Helena
Shakespeare
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind;
Julius Caesar
Shakespeare
Shakespeare
Then for her wealth's sake use her with more kindness:
Henry VI
Shakespeare
Othello
Shakespeare
But I do think it is their husbands' faults If wives do fall: say that they slack their
duties,
Throwing restraint upon us; or say they strike us, Or scant our former having in
despite;
Let husbands know Their wives have sense like them: they see and smell And
have their palates both for sweet and sour,
When they change us for others? Is it sport? I think it is: and doth affection breed
it?
I think it doth: is't frailty that thus errs? It is so too: and have not we affections,
Desires for sport, and frailty, as men have? Then let them use us well: else let
them know,
Shakespeare
O you beast!
Jailer’s Daughter
Two Noble Kingsmen
Shakespeare
Cordelia
King Lear
Shakespeare
Lady Ann
Richard III
Perciles
I am a maid,
My lord, that ne'er before invited eyes,
But have been gazed on like a comet: she speaks,
My lord, that, may be, hath endured a grief 2280
Might equal yours, if both were justly weigh'd.
Though wayward fortune did malign my state,
My derivation was from ancestors
Who stood equivalent with mighty kings:
But time hath rooted out my parentage, 2285
And to the world and awkward casualties
Bound me in servitude.
[Aside]
I will desist;
But there is something glows upon my cheek, 2290
And whispers in mine ear, 'Go not till he speak.'