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  “FIRST CITIZEN. Before we proceed any further, hear me speak.

  ALL. Speak, speak.

  FIRST CITIZEN. YOU are all resolv’d rather to die than to famish?

  ALL. Resolv’d, resolv’d.

  FIRST CITIZEN. First, you know Caius Marcius is chief enemy to the

    people.

  ALL. We know’t, we know’t.

  FIRST CITIZEN. Let us kill him, and we’ll have corn at our own

    price. Is’t a verdict?

  ALL. No more talking on’t; let it be done. Away, away!

  SECOND CITIZEN. One word, good citizens.

  FIRST CITIZEN. We are accounted poor citizens, the patricians good.

    What authority surfeits on would relieve us; if they would yield

    us but the superfluity while it were wholesome, we might guess

    they relieved us humanely; but they think we are too dear…”

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“DUKE. Escalus!

 ESCALUS. My lord.

 DUKE. Of government the properties to unfold

    Would seem in me t’ affect speech and discourse,

    Since I am put to know that your own science

    Exceeds, in that, the lists of all advice

    My strength can give you; then no more remains

    But that to your sufficiency- as your worth is able-

    And let them work. The nature of our people,

    Our city’s institutions, and the terms

    For common justice, y’are as pregnant in

    As art and practice hath enriched any

    That we remember. There is our commission,

    From which we would not have you warp. Call hither,

    I say, bid come before us, Angelo.        

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“KING. Let fame, that all hunt after in their lives,

    Live regist’red upon our brazen tombs,

    And then grace us in the disgrace of death;

    When, spite of cormorant devouring Time,

    Th’ endeavour of this present breath may buy

    That honour which shall bate his scythe’s keen edge,

    And make us heirs of all eternity.

    Therefore, brave conquerors- for so you are

    That war against your own affections

    And the huge army of the world’s desires-

    Our late edict shall strongly stand in force:

    Navarre shall be the wonder of the world;

    Our court shall be a little Academe,

    Still and contemplative in living art…”

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“VALENTINE. Cease to persuade, my loving Proteus:

    Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits.

    Were’t not affection chains thy tender days

    To the sweet glances of thy honour’d love,

    I rather would entreat thy company

    To see the wonders of the world abroad,

    Than, living dully sluggardiz’d at home,

    Wear out thy youth with shapeless idleness.

    But since thou lov’st, love still, and thrive therein,

    Even as I would, when I to love begin.

  PROTEUS. Wilt thou be gone? Sweet Valentine, adieu!

    Think on thy Proteus, when thou haply seest

    Some rare noteworthy object in thy travel…”

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“SERAP. Portents and prodigies have grown so frequent,

      That they have lost their name. Our fruitful Nile

      Flowed ere the wonted season, with a torrent

      So unexpected, and so wondrous fierce,

      That the wild deluge overtook the haste

      Even of the hinds that watched it: Men and beasts

      Were borne above the tops of trees, that grew

      On the utmost margin of the water-mark.

      Then, with so swift an ebb that flood drove backward,

      It slipt from underneath the scaly herd:

      Here monstrous phocae: panted on the shore;

      Forsaken dolphins there with their broad tails,

      Lay lashing the departing waves: hard by them,

      Sea horses floundering in the slimy mud,

      Tossed up their heads, and dashed the ooze about them…”

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 ” My dear Walkley

  You once asked me why I did not write a Don Juan play. The levity

with which you assumed this frightful responsibility has probably by

this time enabled you to forget it; but the day of reckoning has

arrived: here is your play! I say your play, because qui facit per

alium facit per se. * Its profits, like its labor, belong to me:

its morals, its manners, its philosophy, its influence on the young,

are for you to justify. You were of mature age when you made the

suggestion; and you knew your man. It is hardly fifteen years since,

as twin pioneers of the New Journalism of that time, we two, cradled

in the same new sheets, began an epoch in the criticism of the theatre

and the opera house by making it the pretext for a propaganda of our

own views of life. So you cannot plead ignorance of the character of

the force you set in motion. You meant me to epater le bourgeois…”

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“ALG. Did you hear what I was playing, Lane?

  LANE. I didn’t think it polite to listen, sir.

  ALG. I’m sorry for that, for your sake. I don’t play accurately-

     anyone can play accurately- but I play with wonderful

     expression. As far as the piano is concerned, sentiment is my

     forte. I keep science for Life.

  LANE. Yes, sir.

  ALG. And, speaking of the science of Life, have you got the

     cucumber sandwiches cut for Lady Bracknell?

  LANE. Yes, sir. [Hands them on a salver.]

  ALG. [Inspects them, takes two, and sits down on the sofa.] Oh!…

     by the way, Lane, I see from your book that on Thursday night,

     when Lord Shoreman and Mr. Worthing were dining with me, eight

bottles of champagne are entered as having been consumed….”

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 ” COUNTESS. In delivering my son from me, I bury a second husband.

  BERTRAM. And I in going, madam, weep o’er my father’s death anew;

    but I must attend his Majesty’s command, to whom I am now in

    ward, evermore in subjection.

  LAFEU. You shall find of the King a husband, madam; you, sir, a

    father. He that so generally is at all times good must of

    necessity hold his virtue to you, whose worthiness would stir it

    up where it wanted, rather than lack it where there is such

    abundance.

  COUNTESS. What hope is there of his Majesty’s amendment?

  LAFEU. He hath abandon’d his physicians, madam; under whose

    practices he hath persecuted time with hope, and finds no other

    advantage in the process but only the losing of hope by time…”

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KENT. I thought the King had more affected the Duke of Albany than

     Cornwall.

  GLOU. It did always seem so to us; but now, in the division of the

     kingdom, it appears not which of the Dukes he values most, for

     equalities are so weigh’d that curiosity in neither can make

     choice of either’s moiety.

  KENT. Is not this your son, my lord?

  GLOU. His breeding, sir, hath been at my charge. I have so often

     blush’d to acknowledge him that now I am braz’d to’t.

  KENT. I cannot conceive you.

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FIRST WITCH. When shall we three meet again?

    In thunder, lightning, or in rain?

  SECOND WITCH. When the hurlyburly’s done,

    When the battle’s lost and won.

  THIRD WITCH. That will be ere the set of sun.

  FIRST WITCH. Where the place?

  SECOND WITCH. Upon the heath.

  THIRD WITCH. There to meet with Macbeth.

  FIRST WITCH. I come, Graymalkin.

  ALL. Paddock calls. Anon!

    Fair is foul, and foul is fair.

    Hover through the fog and filthy air.