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WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
English dramatist and poet
(1564 - 1616)
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Say, what's thy name?
  Thou hast a grim appearance, and thy face
    Bears a command in't; though thy tackle's torn,
      Thou show'st a noble vessel. What's thy name?
      - Coriolanus (Aufidius at IV, v) [Face]

Thou hast beat me out
  Twelve several times, and I have nightly since
    Dreamt of encounters 'twixt thyself and me.
      - Coriolanus (Aufidus at IV, v) [Dreams]

Worthy Marcius,
  Had we no other quarrel else to Rome, but that
    Thou art thence banish'd, we would muster all
      From twelve to seventy; and, pouring war
        Into the bowels of ungrateful Rome,
          Like a bold flood o'erbeat.
      - Coriolanus (Aufidius at IV, v)
        [Banishment]

I'll never
  Be such a gosling to obey instinct, but stand
    As is a man were author of himself
      And knew no other kin.
      - Coriolanus (Coriolanus at V, iii)
        [Independence]

Like a dull actor now,
  I have forgot my part, and I am out,
    Even to a full disgrace.
      - Coriolanus (Coriolanus at V, iii) [Acting]

O, a kiss
  Long as my exile, sweet as my revenge!
    Now, by the jealous queen of heaven, that kiss
      I carried from thee dear; and my true lip
        Hath virgined it e'er since.
      - Coriolanus (Coriolanus at V, iii)
        [Kisses : Proverbs]

The noble sister of Publicola,
  The moon of Rome, chaste as the icicle
    That's curded by the frost from purest snow
      And hangs on Dian's temple--dear Valeria!
      - Coriolanus (Coriolanus at V, iii)
        [Chastity : Moon]

Think'st thou it honourable for a noble man
  Still to remember wrongs?
      - Coriolanus (Volumnia at V, iii) [Proverbs]

Thou know'st, great son,
  The end of war's uncertain, but this certain,
    That, if thou conquer Rome, the benefit
      Which thou shalt thereby reap is such a name
        Whose repetition will be dogged with curses,
          Whose chronicle thus writ: 'The man was noble,
            But with his last attempt he wiped it out,
              Destroyed his country; and his name remains
                To th' ensuing age abhorred,' Speak to me son.
                  Thou hast affected the fine strains of honor,
                    To imitate the graces of the gods;
                      To tear with thunder the wide cheeks o' th' air,
                        And yet to change thy sulphur with a bolt
                          That should rive an oak.
      - Coriolanus (Volumnia at V, iii) [Treason]

Bear from hence his body,
  And mourn you for him. Let him be regarded
    As the most noble corse that ever herald
      Did follow to his urn.
      - Coriolanus (First Lord at V, vi) [Graves]

Breaking his oath and resolution, like
  A twist of rotten silk.
      - Coriolanus (Aufidius at V, vi) [Proverbs]

My rage is gone,
  And I am struck with sorrow. Take him up.
    Help, three o' th' chiefest soldiers; I'll be one.
      Beat thou the drum, that it speaks mournfully,
        Trail your steel spikes. Though in this city he
          Hath widowed and unchilded many a one,
            Which to this hour bewail the injury,
              Yet he shall have a noble memory.
                Assist.
      - Coriolanus (Aufidus at V, vi)
        [Books (Last Lines)]

That, like an eagle in a dovecote, I
  Fluttered your Volscians in Corioles.
      - Coriolanus (Coriolanus at V, vi)
        [Proverbs]

Dissembling courtesy! How fine this tyrant
  Can tickle where she wounds!
      - Cymbeline (Imogen at I, i) [Courtesy]

You do not meet a man but frowns. Our bloods
  No more obey the heavens than our courtiers
    Still seem as does the King's.
      - Cymbeline (Gentleman at I, i)
        [Books (First Lines)]

. . . or ere I could
  Give him that parting kiss which I had set
    Betwixt two charming words--comes in my father,
      And like the tyrannous breathing of the north
        Shakes all our buds from growing.
      - Cymbeline (Imogen at I, iii) [Kisses]

Hast thou not learn'd me how
  To make perfumes? distil? preserve? yea, so
    That our great king himself doth woo me oft
      For my confections?
      - Cymbeline
         (Queen, wife to Cymbeline at I, v)
        [Perfume]

Ay, madam, with his eyes in flood with laughter.
      - Cymbeline (Iachimo at I, vi) [Laughter]

O dearest soul, your cause doth strike my heart
  With pity that doth make me sick.
      - Cymbeline (Iachimo at I, vi) [Cause]

'Tis plate of rare device and jewels
  Of rich and exquisite form, their values great,
    And I am something curious, being strange,
      To have them in sale stowage.
      - Cymbeline (Iachimo at I, vi) [Jewels]

And then a whoreson jackanapes must take me up for swearing, as if I borrowed mine oaths of him and might not spend them at my pleasure.
      - Cymbeline (Cloten at II, i) [Swearing]

When a gentlemen is disposed to swear, it is not for any standers-by to curtail his oaths.
      - Cymbeline (Cloten at II, i)
        [Profanity : Swearing]

Cytherea,
  How bravely thou becom'st thy bed, fresh lily,
    And whiter than the sheets!
      - Cymbeline (Iachimo at II, ii) [Lilies]

Hark, hark, the lark at heaven's gate sings,
  And Phoebus gins arise,
    His steeds to water at those springs
      On chaliced flowers that lies;
        And winking Mary-buds begin
          To ope their golden eyes.
            With every thing that pretty is,
              My lady sweet, arise,
                Arise, arise!
      - Cymbeline (Musicians at II, ii)
        [Larks : Marigolds]

O sleep, thou ape of death, lie dull upon her.
  And be her sense but as a monument,
    Thus in a chapel lying.
      - Cymbeline (Iachimo at II, ii) [Sleep]


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