Hint | Answer |
Isabella: Let not your rough tongue set at louder ... | |
Monticelso: When you awake from this lascivious dream, repentance will follow, like the sting placed in the adders ... | |
Monticelso: When they to wilful shipwreck lose good fame, all princely titles perish with their ... | |
Francisco: Some eagles that should gaze upon the sun seldom soar high, but take their lustful ease, since they from dunghill birds their prey can ... | |
Francisco: Her husband is lord of a poor fortune, yet she wears cloth of ... | |
Brachiano: Uncivil sir there's hemlock in thy breath, and that black ... | |
Brachiano: Spit thy ...! | |
Brachiano: Thunder! In faith they are but ...! | |
Brachiano: Thou will get naught by it, but iron in thy wounds and gunpowder in thy ... | |
Brachiano: I am ..., I am ... sir. | |
Monticelso: (about Giovanni) See, my lords, what hopes you store in him, this is a ... for both your crowns. | |
Giovanni: The first year that I go to war, all prisoners that I take, I will set ... | |
Monticelso: Witty ...! | |
Francisco: See, a good habit makes a child a man, whereas a bad one makes a man a ... | |
Brachiano: Devotion! Is your soul charged with any grievous ...? | |
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Isabella: Tis burden with many, and I think the oftener that we cast our reckonings up, our sleep will be the ... | |
Isabella: O, my loved lord, I do not come to chide: my ...! | |
Brachiano: All his reverend wit lies in his ... | |
Brachiano: Let not thy love make thee an ... | |
Isabella: Are all these ruins of my former beauty laid out for a **** ...? | |
Isabella: O that I were a ..., or that I had power to execute my apprehended wishes! | |
Isabella: Hell, to my ..., is mere snow-water | |
Flamineo: Remember this you slave, when knaves come to preferment they rise as gallows in the low countries one upon anothers ... | |
Monticelso: I'll tell you, tis given out you are a ... | |
Francisco: (in response to Camillo having no children) You are the ... | |
Camillo: You must watch in the nights, then's the most ... | |
Monticelso: For my revenge I'd stake a ... life | |
Conjuror: You have won me by your bounty to a deed I do not often ... | |
Brachiano: Excellent! Then she's ... | |
Conjuror: Both flowers and weeds spring when the sun is warm, and great me do great good or else ... | |
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