FIRST JAILER: O, the charity of a penny cord! It sums up thousands in a trice: you have no true debitor and creditor but it; of what's past, is, and to come, the discharge: your neck, sir, is pen, book and counters; so the acquittance follows.
Cymbeline, V, iv
POLIXENES: And therefore, like a cipher,
Yet standing in rich place, I multiply
With one 'We thank you' many thousands more
That go before it.
The Winter's Tale, I, ii
POLIXENES: We were, fair queen,
Two lads that thought there was no more behind
But such a day tomorrow as today,
And to be boy eternal.
The Winter's Tale, I, ii
POLIXENES: What we changed
Was innocence for innocence; we knew not
The doctrine of ill-doing, nor dream'd
That any did.
The Winter's Tale, I, ii
HERMIONE: Cram's with praise, and make's
As fat as tame things. One good deed dying tongueless
Slaughters a thousand waiting upon that.
Our praises are our wages. You may ride's
With one soft kiss a thousand furlongs ere
With spur we beat an acre.
The Winter's Tale, I, ii
LEONTES: Is whispering nothing?
Is leaning cheek to cheek? Is meeting noses?
Kissing with inside lip? stopping the career
Of laughter with a sigh? -- a note infallible
Of breaking honesty! -- horsing foot on foot?
Skulking in corners? wishing clocks more swift?
Hours, minutes? noon, midnight? and all eyes
Blind with the pin and web but theirs, theirs only,
That would unseen be wicked? Is this nothing?
Why, then the world and all that's in't is nothing,
The covering sky is nothing, Bohemia nothing,
My wife is nothing, nor nothing have these nothings,
If this be nothing.
The Winter's Tale, I, ii
CAMILLO: You may as well
Forbid the sea for to obey the moon
As or by oath remove or counsel shake
The fabric of his folly, whose foundation
Is piled upon his faith and will continue
The standing of his body.
The Winter's Tale, I, ii
MAMILLIUS: A sad tale's best for winter: I have one of sprites and goblins.
The Winter's Tale, II, i
LEONTES: There may be in the cup
A spider steep'd, and one may drink, depart,
And yet partake no venom, for his knowledge
Is not infected: but if one present
The abhorr'd ingredient to his eye, make known
How he hath drunk, he cracks his gorge, his sides,
With violent hefts. I have drunk, and seen the spider.
The Winter's Tale, II, i
HERMIONE: The crown and comfort of my life,
your favour,
I do give lost; for I do feel it gone,
But know not how it went.
The Winter's Tale, III, ii
PAULINA: What's gone and what's past help should be past grief.
The Winter's Tale, III, ii
Exit, pursued by a bear.
Stage direction in The Winter's Tale, III, iii
SHEPHERD: I would there were no age between sixteen and three-and-twenty, or that youth would sleep out the rest; for there is nothing in the between but getting wenches with child, wronging the ancientry, stealing, fighting.
The Winter's Tale, III, iii
TIME: I, that please some, try all, both joy
and terror
Of good and bad, that makes and unfolds error,
Now take upon me, in the name of Time,
To use my wings.
The Winter's Tale, IV, i
PERDITA: For you there's rosemary and rue;
these keep
Seeming and savour all the winter long.
The Winter's Tale, IV, iv
POLIXENES: Yet nature is made better by no
mean
But nature makes that mean.
The Winter's Tale, IV, iv
PERDITA: Here's flowers for you;
Hot lavender, mints, savoury, marjoram;
The marigold, that goes to bed wi' the sun
And with him rises weeping: these are flowers
Of middle summer, and I think they are given
To men of middle age.
The Winter's Tale, IV, iv
PERDITA: Sure this robe of mine does change my disposition.
The Winter's Tale, IV, iv
CAMILLO: I should leave grazing, were I of
your flock,
And only live by gazing.
The Winter's Tale, IV, iv
PERDITA: O Proserpina,
For the flowers now, that frighted thou let'st fall
From Dis's waggon! daffodils,
That come before the swallow dares, and take
The winds of March with beauty; violets dim,
But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes
Or Cytherea's breath; pale primroses
That die unmarried, ere they can behold
Bight Phoebus in his strength--a malady
Most incident to maids; bold oxlips and
The crown imperial; lilies of all kinds,
The flower-de-luce being one.
The Winter's Tale, IV, iv
FLORIZEL: When you do dance, I wish you
A wave o' the sea, that you might ever do
Nothing but that, move still, still so,
And own no other function.
The Winter's Tale, IV, iv
FLORIZEL: Old sir, I know
She prizes not such trifles as these are:
The gifts she looks from me are pack'd and lock'd
Up in my heart; which I have given already,
But not deliver'd.
The Winter's Tale, IV, iv
FLORIZEL: Not for Bohemia, nor the pomp that
may
Be thereat glean'd, for all the sun sees or
The close earth wombs or the profound seas hide
In unknown fathoms, will I break my oath
To this my fair beloved.
The Winter's Tale, IV, iv
FLORIZEL: But as the unthought-on accident is
guilty
To what we wildly do, so we profess
Ourselves to be the slaves of chance, and flies
Of every wind that blows.
The Winter's Tale, IV, iv
CAMILLO: Prosperity's the very bond of
love,
Whose fresh complexion and whose heart together
Affliction alters.
The Winter's Tale, IV, iv
AUTOLYCUS: I see this is the time that the unjust man doth thrive.
The Winter's Tale, IV, iv
SERVANT: He hath songs for man or woman, of all sizes.
The Winter's Tale, IV, iv
AUTOLYCUS: Come buy of me, come; come buy,
come buy;
Buy lads, or else your lasses cry: Come buy.
The Winter's Tale, IV, iv
AUTOLYCUS: How blessed are we that are not simple men!
The Winter's Tale, IV, iv
CLEOMENES: Do as the heavens have done, forget
your evil;
With them forgive yourself.
The Winter's Tale, V, i
SECOND GENTLEMAN: How goes it now, sir? This news which is called true is so like an old tale, that the verity of it is in strong suspicion.
The Winter's Tale, V, i
GONZALO: Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground, long heath, brown furze, any thing. The wills above be done! but I would fain die a dry death.
The Tempest, I, i
MIRANDA: If by your art, my dearest father,
you have
Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them.
The Tempest, I, ii
MIRANDA: You have often
Begun to tell me what I am, but stopp'd
And left me to a bootless inquisition,
Concluding 'Stay: not yet.'
The Tempest, I, ii
PROSPERO: The hour's now come;
The very minute bids thee ope thine ear.
The Tempest, I, ii
PROSPERO: But how is it
That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou else
In the dark backward and abysm of time?
The Tempest, I, ii
MIRANDA: Your tale, sir, would cure deafness.
The Tempest, I, ii
PROSPERO: Me, poor man, my library was dukedom large enough.
The Tempest, I, ii
PROSPERO: So, of his gentleness,
Knowing I loved my books, he furnish'd me
From mine own library with volumes that
I prize above my dukedom.
The Tempest, I, ii
PROSPERO: By my prescience
I find my zenith doth depend upon
A most auspicious star, whose influence
If now I court not but omit, my fortunes
Will ever after droop.
The Tempest, I, ii
ARIEL: All hail, great master! grave sir,
hail! I come
To answer thy best pleasure; be't to fly,
To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride
On the curl'd clouds, to thy strong bidding task
Ariel and all his quality.
The Tempest, I, ii
ARIEL: The king's son, Ferdinand,
With hair up-staring, -- then like reeds, not hair, --
Was the first man that leap'd; cried, 'Hell is empty
And all the devils are here.'
The Tempest, I, ii
PROSPERO: The time 'twixt six and now must by us both be spent most preciously.
The Tempest, I, ii
ARIEL: I prithee,
Remember I have done thee worthy service;
Told thee no lies, made thee no mistakings, served
Without or grudge or grumblings: thou didst promise
To bate me a full year.
The Tempest, I, ii
MIRANDA: The strangeness of your story put heaviness in me.
The Tempest, I, ii
PROSPERO: Come on; We'll visit Caliban my slave, who never Yields us kind answer.
The Tempest, I, ii
CALIBAN: As wicked dew as e'er my mother
brush'd
With raven's feather from unwholesome fen
Drop on you both!
The Tempest, I, ii
CALIBAN: When thou camest first,
Thou strokedst me and madest much of me, wouldst give me
Water with berries in't, and teach me how
To name the bigger light, and how the less,
That burn by day and night.
The Tempest, I, ii
PROSPERO: When thou didst not, savage,
Know thine own meaning, but wouldst gabble like
A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes
With words that made them known.
The Tempest, I, ii
CALIBAN: You taught me language; and my profit
on't
Is, I know how to curse. The red plague rid you
For learning me your language!
The Tempest, I, ii
FERDINAND: This music crept by me upon the
waters,
Allaying both their fury and my passion
With its sweet air: thence I have follow'd it,
Or it hath drawn me rather.
The Tempest, I, ii
ARIEL: Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell
Hark! now I hear them, -- Ding-dong, bell.
The Tempest, I, ii
PROSPERO: They are both in either's powers;
but this swift business
I must uneasy make, lest too light winning
Make the prize light.
The Tempest, I, ii
PROSPERO: Thou dost here usurp
The name thou owest not; and hast put thyself
Upon this island as a spy, to win it
From me, the lord on't.
The Tempest, I, ii
MIRANDA: There's nothing ill can dwell in such
a temple:
If the ill spirit have so fair a house,
Good things will strive to dwell with't.
The Tempest, I, ii