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First Line of CharacterCharacter
Thanks. What's the matter, you dissentious rogues, that, rubbing the poor itch of your opinion, make yourselves scabs?
I am, my lord, as well derived as he, as well possessed.
A little more than kin and less than kind.
Stay your thanks a while, and pay them when you part.
Thou are so fat-witted with drinking of old sack, and unbuttoning thee after supper, and sleeping upon benches after noon...
So shaken as we are, so wan with care, find we a time for frightend peace to pant and breathe short-winded accents of new broils to be commenced in strands afar remote.
Benedick, didst thou note the daughter of Signor Leonato?
I have, Antiochus, and with a soul emboldened with the glory of her praise think death no hazard in this enterprise.
Attend my lords of France and Burgundy, Gloucester.
Verona, for a while I take my leave to see my friend in Padua.
So foul and fair a day I have not seen.
I do affect a sorrow indeed, but I have it too.
Princes, what grief hath set the jaundice on your cheeks?
'Tis better as it is.
Dear Celia, I show more mirth than I am mistress of; and would you yet I were merrier?
First Line of CharacterCharacter
I can but say their protestation over.
Now say, Chatillon, what would France with us?
Always obedient to your grace's will, I come to know your pleasure.
Imprisoned is he, say you?
There's beggary in the love that can be reckoned.
No more amazement. Tell your piteous heart there's no harm done.
Ay me, sad hours seem long.
Go bear it to the Centaur, where we host, and say there, Dromio, till I come to thee.
Old John of Gaunt, time-honoured Lancaster, hast thou according to thy oath and bond brought hither Henry Hereford, they bold son, here to make good the boist'rous late appeal...
Hail, Rome, victorious in thy mourning weeds!
Now is the winter of our discontent made glorious summer by this son of York; and all the clouds that loured upon our house in the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
Now, Master Shallow, you'll complain of me to the King?
Cease to persuade, my loving Proteus.
What country, friends, is this?
Uncles of Gloucester and of Winchester, the special watchmen of our English weal, I would prevail, if prayers might prevail to join your hearts in love and amity.
In sooth, I know not why I am so sad.

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