Quotes from Revenger's Tragedy
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| grey haired | Adultery | Act1 Scene1
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| marrowless | age | Act1 Scene1
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| stuff the hollow | bones with damned desires | Act1 Scene1
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| my abused hear-strings | into fret | Act1 Scene1
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| two heaven-pointed diamonds were | set In those unsightly rings- | Act1 Scene1
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| beyond the artificial shine | of any woman's bought complexion | Act1 Scene1
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| The old duke posioned, | becaus they purer part would not consent unto his palsey lust | Act1 Scene1
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| old man | hot and vicious | Act1 Scene1
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| Faith, give Revenge | her due | Act1 Scene1
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| Thy wrongs and mine | are for on scabbard fit. | Act1 Scene1
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| A man that wer for | evil only good | Act1 Scene1
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| Were there as many concubines as ladies | He would not be contained | Act1 Scene1
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| He knows not you, | Act1 Scene1
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| strange | composed fellow. | Act1 Scene1
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| Women are apt you know | to take fals money | Act1 Scene1
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| their sex | is easy in belief | Act1 Scene1
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| Has played rape on | Lord Antonio's wie. | Act1 Scene1
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| Royal blood monster! | He deserves to die, | Act1 Scene1
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| The Law's a woman, | and would she were you | Act1 Scene1
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| Surely I think he died Of | dicontent, the nobleman's consumption. | Act1 Scene1
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| Wives are but made to | go to bed and feed. | Act1 Scene1
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| stained | our honours | Act1 Scene2
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| thrown ink upon the forehead | of our state | Act1 Scene2
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| for what is it to have | a flattering false insculptioon on a tomb and in men''s heart reproach. | Act1 Scene2
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| My gracious lord I | pray be merciful | Act1 Scene2
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| offences gilt o'er with mercy show like fairest women | good only for their beauties, which washed off no sin is uglier | Act1 Scene2
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| all the Court | Act1 Scene2
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| Must I rise | fruitless then | Act1 Scene2
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| Impartial | doom | Act1 Scene2
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| Why flesh and blood my lord: | What shuld move men unto a woman else? | Act1 Scene2
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| Oh do not jest | thy doom, trust not an axe or sword too far; | Act1 Scene2
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| That lady's name has | spread such a fair wing | Act1 Scene2
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| would pleas me well | were to do it again | Act1 Scene2
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| beauty was ordained | to be my scaffold | Act1 Scene2
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| My fault being sport, | let me but die in jest. | Act1 Scene2
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| an old-col duke to be as | slack in tongue as in performance. | Act1 Scene2
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| Your too much right | does do us too much wrong. | Act1 Scene2
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| we'll have a trick | to set thee free | Act1 Scene2
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| so mild | and calm as I? | Act1 Scene2
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| an old man's | twice a child, Mine cannot speak! | Act1 Scene2
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| walk with a bold foot upon the thorny law, | whose prickles should bow under him; | Act1 Scene2
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| wedlock faith shall be | forgot | Act1 Scene2
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| I'll kill him | in his forehead | Act1 Scene2
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| I would 'twere love, but 't'as | a fouler name than lust | Act1 Scene2
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| I am an uncertain man | of mor uncertain woman | Act1 Scene2
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| he could ride | a horse well | Act1 Scene2
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| I would thank that sin that could most injure him | and be in league with is | Act1 Scene2
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| The curse o' the womb, | the thief of Nature | Act1 Scene2
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| I'll call foul | incest a venial sin | Act1 Scene2
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| Madam I blush to say | what I will do | Act1 Scene2
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| Oh one incestuous kiss | picks open hell | Act1 Scene2
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| when they rose | were merrily disposed to fall again | Act1 Scene2
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| the sin of fests, | drunken adultery | Act1 Scene2
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| I was begot in | impudent wine and ust | Act1 Scene2
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| I love thy mischief | well but I hate thee | Act1 Scene2
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| Women must not be trusted | with their own | Act1 Scene2
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| hate all | I! | Act1 Scene2
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| A bastard by nature should make cuckolds | because he is the con of a cuckold maker. | Act1 Scene2
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| am I far | enough from myself? | Act1 Scene3
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| let blushes dwell | i'the country | Act1 Scene3
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| let me blush inward that this immodest season may not | spy that scholar in my cheeks | Act1 Scene3
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| if Time had so much hair | I should take him for Time, he is so near kin to this present minute. | Act1 Scene3
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| Gold though it be dumb | does utter best thanks. | Act1 Scene3
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| How dost sweet musk-cat? | When shal we lie together? | Act1 Scene3
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| A bone | setter | Act1 Scene3
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| notable | bluntness | Act1 Scene3
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| surrenders of a | thousand virgins | Act1 Scene3
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| fruit fields | turned to bastards | Act1 Scene3
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| uncles are adulterous with their neices | brothers wit brothers' wives | Act1 Scene3
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| Oh hour of | incest! | Act1 Scene3
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| if anything be damned | it will be twelve o'clock at night | Act1 Scene3
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| Judas of | the hours | Act1 Scene3
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| the eternal | eye | Act1 Scene3
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| but let this | talk glide | Act1 Scene3
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| disease o' | the mother | Act1 Scene3
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| tell some woman a secret over night, | Your doctor may find it in the urinal i' the morning; | Act1 Scene3
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| I am past my depth in lust | and I must swim or drown | Act1 Scene3
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| In troth my lord I'd be | revenged and marry her. | Act1 Scene3
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| Marriage is good; | yet rather keep a friend | Act1 Scene3
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| Give me my bed by steath- | there's true delight; | Act1 Scene3
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| What breed a loathing | in't but night by night? | Act1 Scene3
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| bewitch | her ears | Act1 Scene3
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| honesty is like a stock | of money laid to sleep | Act1 Scene3
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| We may laugh | at the simple age within him | Act1 Scene3
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| A pretty- | perfumed villain! | Act1 Scene3
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| mere impossible that | a mother by any gifts should become a bawd | Act1 Scene3
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| 'cause I love | swearing- | Act1 Scene3
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| I've eaten | noble poison | Act1 Scene3
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| Swear me to foul | my sister! | Act1 Scene3
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| Sword I durst make a romise of | him to thee, | Act1 Scene3
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| try the faith | of both; | Act1 Scene3
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| Better to die virtuous | than live dishonoured | Act1 Scene4
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| She's made her name | an empress by that act | Act1 Scene4
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| full of | fraud and flattery | Act1 Scene4
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| Judgement in this | age is kin to favour | Act1 Scene4
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| Judgement speak all in gold | and spare the blood of such a serpent | Act1 Scene4
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| will stick rusty | and shame the blade | Act1 Scene4
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| tomb | of pearl | Act1 Scene4
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| Were not sin rich | there would be fewer sinners. | Act2 Scene1
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| mouth | to mouth with you | Act2 Scene1
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| show his teeth | in your cmpany | Act2 Scene1
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| bear to him that figure of my hate | upon thy cheek, whilst tis yet hot | Act2 Scene1
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| sweetest | box | Act2 Scene1
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| A siren's | tongue could not bewitch her so | Act2 Scene1
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| a thousand angels | can | Act2 Scene1
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| you took great pains for her once, | once when it was, let her requite it now. | Act2 Scene1
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| this over | come me! | Act2 Scene1
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| We are so weak | there words can over throw us | Act2 Scene1
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| she's | unmothered | Act2 Scene1
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| 'tis no shame to be bad, | because tis common | Act2 Scene1
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| forget | heavn | Act2 Scene1
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| enchant | our sex | Act2 Scene1
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| If she still be chaste | i'll ne'er call her mine | Act2 Scene1
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| spoke | truer that you meant it | Act2 Scene1
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| celestial | soldiers guard her heart | Act2 Scene1
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| virginity is | paradise, locked up | Act2 Scene1
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| Pray did | you seemy mother? | Act2 Scene1
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| Honesty? | tis but heavens beggar | Act2 Scene1
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| Pleasure of | the palace | Act2 Scene1
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| hurry, hurry, | hurry | Act2 Scene1
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| Ay, to | the devil! | Act2 Scene1
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| Lose but a | pearl | Act2 Scene1
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| Do you not see her? | She's too inward then | Act2 Scene1
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| Oh angels | clap your wings upon the skies and give this virgin crystal plaudities! | Act2 Scene1
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| more uncivil, | more unnatural | Act2 Scene1
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| Why does heaven not turn | black or with a frown Undo the word? | Act2 Scene1
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| Were't not for gold and | women there would be no damnation | Act2 Scene1
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| the hooks | to catch at man | Act2 Scene1
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| the deepest art | to study man | Act2 Scene2
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| rubbed hell | o'er with honey? | Act2 Scene2
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| that's good manners my lord; | the mother for her age must go formost you know. | Act2 Scene2
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| Was cold and chaste, save her mother's breath | did blow fire on her cheeks | Act2 Scene2
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| Great men were gods | if beggars could not kill 'em. | Act2 Scene2
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| the pen of his | bastard writes him cuckold! | Act2 Scene2
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| I'll damn you in your pleasure; | prcious deed! | Act2 Scene2
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| This night, this hour | -this minute, now- | Act2 Scene2
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| stong poison | eats into the Duke your father's forehead. | Act2 Scene2
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| take | 'em twisted | Act2 Scene3
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| villain! | strumpet! | Act2 Scene3
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| I have great sins, I must have days | , Nay months dear son, | Act2 Scene3
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| You little dreamed his | father slept here? | Act2 Scene3
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| thy death | shall thank me better | Act2 Scene3
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| our hate and | love be woven so subtly | Act2 Scene3
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| unpardonable, black | wicked and unnatural | Act2 Scene3
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| Here's not | step-mother's wit | Act2 Scene3
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| My wrath like | flaming wax hath spent itself | Act2 Scene3
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| envy with a poor | thin cover o'er it | Act2 Scene3
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| Like scarlet | hid in lawn | Act2 Scene3
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| Many a beauty have | i turned to poison | Act2 Scene3
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| My hairs are white | and yet my sins are green | Act2 Scene3
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| The duchess' sons are | to poud to bleed | Act3 Scene1
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| The falling of one head | lifts up another | Act3 Scene1
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| Oh liberty thou sweet and heavenly dame! | But hell, for prison, is too mild a name! | Act3 Scene2
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| privately | as he may | Act3 Scene3
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| commend us to the | scaffold in our tears | Act3 Scene3
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| Not five and thirty year | like a bankrupt, I think so! | Act3 Scene4
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| Be merry, hang merry, | draw and quarter merry, I'll be mad! | Act3 Scene4
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| strange that a man should lie | in a whole month for a woman? | Act3 Scene4
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| Suffer? | I'll suffer you be gone | Act3 Scene4
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| prepare | to die. | Act3 Scene4
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| Your hope's | s fruitless as a barren woman | Act3 Scene4
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| grief swum in | their eyes | Act3 Scene4
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| oh let me venm | their souls with curses | Act3 Scene4
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| sweet sport which the world approves; | I die for that which every woman loves. | Act3 Scene4
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| Oh sweet, delectable, | rare, happy, ravishing! | Act3 Scene5
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| Thinking my outward shape | and inward heart are cut from one piece | Act3 Scene5
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| wherein' | tis night at noon | Act3 Scene5
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| dreadfully | digested | Act3 Scene5
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| violence of my joy | forgot it | Act3 Scene5
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| 'Tis common | to be common | Act3 Scene5
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| that has forgot now | to dissemble | Act3 Scene5
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| chide myself | for doting on her beauty | Act3 Scene5
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| In sinful baths of milk, | when many an infant starves | Act3 Scene5
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| You decieve men | but cannot deceive worms | Act3 Scene5
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| What fails in poison | we'll supply in steal | Act3 Scene5
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| constan | vengence | Act3 Scene5
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| quaintness of thy malice | above thought | Act3 Scene5
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| she's somewhat a | grave look with her | Act3 Scene5
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| In the gravest looks | the greatest faults seem less | Act3 Scene5
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| Royal villain | white devil! | Act3 Scene5
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| the skull of Gloriana, whom | you poisondest last. | Act3 Scene5
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| Treason, treason, treason! | Stamping on him. | Act3 Scene5
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| kiss closer, | not like a slobbering Dutchman | Act3 Scene5
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| stick thy soul | with ulcers | Act3 Scene5
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| Is there hell | besides this, villains? | Act3 Scene5
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| Nail down | his tongue | Act3 Scene5
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| such a bitter | sweetness fate has given | Act3 Scene5
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| Forget him | or I'll poison him | Act3 Scene5
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| The brook is | turned to blood | Act3 Scene5
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| 'Tis state, in music | for a duke to bleed | Act3 Scene5
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| As fast they peep | up let's cut 'em down | Act3 Scene5
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| like you brains then; | ne'er to come out as long as you lived | Act3 Scene6
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| it shall be as easy | for you to be duke as to be honest | Act3 Scene6
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| Ha!Ha | ! Excellent! | Act3 Scene6
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| sorrows are so fluent | our eyes o'erflow our tongues | Act3 Scene6
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| loudly heard | cannot be distinguished | Act3 Scene6
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| Oh! Alive! In health! Released! | Confusion | Act3 Scene6
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| Oh death and vengence! | Hell and torments! | Act3 Scene6
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| Plagues! Confusions! | Darkness! Devils! | Act3 Scene6
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| Mock of | thy head? | Act3 Scene6
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| there is nothing sure in mortality | than mortality | Act3 Scene6
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| Come throw off | clouds brother | Act3 Scene6
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| if neglect in him | breed discontent in you | Act4 Scene1
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| I was within | a stroke of death | Act4 Scene1
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| perpetual | prisoner | Act4 Scene1
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| Faith | to curse fates | Act4 Scene1
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| discontent and want is the | best clay to mould a villain of | Act4 Scene1
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| How strangley does himself | work to undo him. | Act4 Scene1
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| Slaves are but nails | to drive out one another. | Act4 Scene1
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| has a humour, | or such a toy, about him | Act4 Scene1
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| How that great | villain puts me to my shifts | Act4 Scene2
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| only diedst | with grief | Act4 Scene2
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| once tripped | we fall forever | Act4 Scene2
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| string myself | with a heavy sounding wire | Act4 Scene2
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| Merry | things sadly | Act4 Scene2
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| nimble | and desperate tongues! | Act4 Scene2
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| a usuring father to be boiling in hell | and his son and heir with a whore dancing over him | Act4 Scene2
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| I'm sure the whore will | be liked well enough! | Act4 Scene2
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| damned indeed | than damned in colours | Act4 Scene2
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| 'Tas been my want | so long tis now my scoff. | Act4 Scene2
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| disgraced you | and injured us much | Act4 Scene2
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| trampled beneath his throat | spurned him and bruised | Act4 Scene2
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| Has not heaven an ear? | Is all the lightning waisted? | Act4 Scene2
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| He shall | not live to see the moon change | Act4 Scene2
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| I'll see | him bleed myself | Act4 Scene2
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| To bring him | hither that's already here | Act4 Scene2
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| It does betoken courage, | thou shouldst be valiant and kill thine enimies | Act4 Scene2
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| That's my | hope lord. | Act4 Scene2
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| He's not in case | now to be seen my lord | Act4 Scene2
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| impudent and wicked | should not be cloven as he stood | Act4 Scene2
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| this was | wisely carried | Act4 Scene2
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| Is there no thunder left, or is't kept up | In stock for heavier vengence? | Act4 Scene2
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| conjure that base devil | out of our mother | Act4 Scene2
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| Shame | heaped upon shame! | Act4 Scene3
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| That breast | is turned to quarled poison | Act4 Scene4
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| shell of mother | breeds a bawd | Act4 Scene4
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| that women | should dissemble when they die? | Act4 Scene4
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| soiled | with slander | Act4 Scene4
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| Oh hell | unto my soul. | Act4 Scene4
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| base | metal | Act4 Scene4
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| Wet will make | iron blush and change to red | Act4 Scene4
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| sweet | shower | Act4 Scene4
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| The fruiful grounds and meadows | of her soul has been long dry | Act4 Scene4
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| this shower | has made you higher | Act4 Scene4
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| Take this infectious | spot out of my soul! | Act4 Scene4
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| weep is to our | sex naturally give, but to weep truly- that's a gift from heaven | Act4 Scene4
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| To have her train borne up | and her soul trail i' the dirt | Act4 Scene4
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| Break ice in one place | it will crack in more | Act4 Scene4
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| Our hearts wear feathers | that before wore lead | Act4 Scene4
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| what fury | did transport me | Act4 Scene4
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| to prostitute | my breast to the duke's son | Act4 Scene4
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| I am, as you, | e'en out of marble wrought | Act4 Scene4
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| on your blessing | to be a cursed woman! | Act4 Scene4
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| Sons set in storms | and daughters lose their lights | Act4 Scene4
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| heavenly intellectual fire with in thee | oh let my revive it to a flame. | Act4 Scene4
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| deny advancment, treasure, | the duke's son? | Act4 Scene4
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| young courtiers | they are sure to be old beggars | Act4 Scene4
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| twine about | your neck | Act4 Scene4
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| A virgins honour is a crystal tower | which being weak is guarded with good spirits | Act4 Scene4
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| be thou a glass for maids, | and I for mothers | Act4 Scene4
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| flesh-flies after him that will | buzz against supper time, and hum for his coming out | Act5 Scene1
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| slain him | over his father's breast! | Act5 Scene1
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| oh I'm mad to lose | such a sweet opportunity. | Act5 Scene1
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| Death rot | thse few! | Act5 Scene1
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| 'Tis a good | child he calls his father slave! | Act5 Scene1
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| let him | reel to hell | Act5 Scene1
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| being so full of liquor | I fear he will put out all the fire | Act5 Scene1
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| he that dies drunk | falls into hell like a bucket 'o water; qush, qush. | Act5 Scene1
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| strange | spectacle | Act5 Scene1
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| father | Act5 Scene1
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| his lips are | gnawn with poison! | Act5 Scene1
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| Oh villain-oh rogue- | oh slave-oh rascal! | Act5 Scene1
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| Old | dad dead? | Act5 Scene1
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| Bear him | straight to execution. | Act5 Scene1
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| the excuse may be | called half the murder | Act5 Scene1
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| who would not lie | when men are hanged for truth? | Act5 Scene1
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| Welcome | sweet titles! | Act5 Scene1
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| I shine with tears | like the sun in April | Act5 Scene1
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| Then heavens give me grace | to be so | Act5 Scene1
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| Griefs lift up joys, | feasts put down funerals. | Act5 Scene1
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| In this time of revels | tricks may be set afoot. | Act5 Scene1
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| And do you think | then to be duke, kind brother? | Act5 Scene1
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| drop one, | and there lies t'other. | Act5 Scene1
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| We cannot | justly be revenged too much. | Act5 Scene2
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| Let our hid flames | break out as fire | Act5 Scene2
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| of all their joys | they shall sigh blood! | Act5 Scene2
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| We are | for pleasure; | Act5 Scene3
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| Thou hast comitted treason!- | A blazing star! | Act5 Scene3
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| When stars where locks | they threaten great men's heads. | Act5 Scene3
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| 'tis my hope lord | that you shall ne'er die. | Act5 Scene3
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| Mark; thunder! | Dost know thy cue, thou big-voiced crier? | Act5 Scene3
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| When thunder claps, | heaven likes the tragedy. | Act5 Scene3
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| Pistols, treason | , murder, help, guard! | Act5 Scene3
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| Those in the | masque did murder us. | Act5 Scene3
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| New | marrow! | Act5 Scene3
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| He that climbs highest | has the greatest fall. | Act5 Scene3
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| 'twas Vindice murdered thee! | Murdered thy father! and I am he! | Act5 Scene3
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| somewhat | wittily carried | Act5 Scene3
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| Twas we two that | murdered him! | Act5 Scene3
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| You that would murder him | would murder me! | Act5 Scene3
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| Tis time to die | when we ouselves are foes. | Act5 Scene3
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| Are we | not revenged? | Act5 Scene3
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| time will make the | muderer bring forth himself | Act5 Scene3
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| our mother turned, | our sister true, we die after a nest of dukes! Adieu. | Act5 Scene3
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| Pray heaven their blood may | wash away all treason. | Act5 Scene3
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| royal | lecher | Act1 Scene1
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