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AUDREY I am not a slut, though I thank the gods I am foul.
Sluttery
You married ones, If each of you should take this course, how many Must murder wives much better than themselves
Cupid's butt-shaft is too hard
Now step I forth to whip hypocrisy.
Let us once lose our oaths to find ourselves, Or else we lose ourselves to keep our oaths.
rackers of orthography,
PRINCESS We are wise girls to mock our lovers so.
KATHARINE What, was your vizard made without a tongue?
This is not generous, not gentle, not humble.
Our doubts are traitors And make us lose the good we oft might win By fearing to attempt.
Yes; I do think that you might pardon him, And neither heaven nor man grieve at the mercy.
I have no superfluous leisure; my stay must be stolen out of other affairs;
What shall de honest man do in my closet? dere is no honest man dat shall come in my closet.
We burn daylight:
Hang him, mechanical salt-butter rogue!
My riots past, my wild societies;
Well, if I be served such another trick, I'll have my brains ta'en out and buttered, and give them to a dog for a new-year's gift.
Wives may be merry, and yet honest too:
Our radiant queen hates sluts and sluttery.
I do begin to perceive that I am made an ass.
Hence, get thee gone, and follow me no more.
he that is more than a youth is not for me, and he that is less than a man, I am not for him:
Silence is the perfectest herald of joy:
No, the world must be peopled. When I said I would die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were married.
O illegitimate construction!
manhood is melted into courtesies,
he is now as valiant as Hercules that only tells a lie and swears it. I
Foul words is but foul wind,
Thou and I are too wise to woo peaceably.
Few love to hear the sins they love to act;
How use doth breed a habit in a man!
It is an heretic that makes the fire, Not she which burns in't.
An if we live, we live to tread on kings; If die, brave death, when princes die with us!
The better part of valour is discretion;
be well assured You put sharp weapons in a madman's hands.
For this, I'll never follow thy pall'd fortunes more. Who seeks, and will not take when once 'tis offer'd, Shall never find it more.
Now he'll outstare the lightning.
I have many other ways to die; meantime Laugh at his challenge.
MARK ANTONY I am dying, Egypt, dying: Give me some wine, and let me speak a little. CLEOPATRA No, let me speak;
he is wounded; I thank the gods for't.
Do not cry havoc, where you should but hunt With modest warrant.
To give away thy land,
for when thou gavest them the rod, and put'st down thine own breeches,
How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is To have a thankless child!
I am ashamed That thou hast power to shake my manhood thus;
The prince of darkness is a gentleman: