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Legitimation, name, and all is gone.


K. J. i. 1.

O, I do not like that paying back, 'tis a double labour.


Who by repentance is not satisfied

H. IV. PT. I. iii. 3.

Is nor of heaven, nor earth; for these are pleas'd;
By penitence th' Eternal's wrath's appeas'd.

Be witness to me, O thou blessed moon,

When men revolted shall upon record

Bear hateful memory, poor Enobarbus did
Before thy face repent.

And begin to patch up thine old body for heaven.

Like bright metal on a sullen ground,

T. G. v. 4.

A. C. iv. 9.

H. IV. PT. II. ii. 4.

Ě. ÍV. PT. I. i. 2.

My reformation, glittering o'er my fault,
Shall show more goodly, and attract more eyes,
Than that which hath no foil to set it off.
Never came reformation in a flood,
With such a heavy current, scow'ring faults:
Nor ever hydra-headed wilfulness

So soon did lose his seat, and fall at once,
As in this king.

What is done, cannot be now amended:
Men shall deal unadvisedly sometimes,
Which after hours give leisure to repent.
Sadly I survive

To mock the expectation of the world;
To frustrate prophecies; and to raze out
Rotten opinion, which hath writ me down
After my seeming. The tide of blood in me
Hath proudly flow'd in vanity till now;
Now doth it turn, and ebb back to the sea;
Where it shall mingle with the state of floods,

H.V. i. 1.

R. III. iv. 4.

And flow henceforth in formal majesty. H. IV. PT. II. V. 2.
Hold up your hands; say nothing, I'll speak all,
They say, best men are moulded out of faults,
And, for the most, became much more the better
For being a little bad; so may my husband.
The prince will, in the perfectness of time,
Cast off his followers; and their memory
Shall as a pattern or a measure live,

M. M. v. 1.

By which his grace must mete the lives of others:
Turning past evils to advantages.

H. IV. PT. II. iv. 4.


I do not shame

To tell you what I was, since my conversion
So sweetly tastes, being the thing I am.
Forgive me, Valentine; if hearty sorrow
Be a sufficient ransom for offence,

I tender it here: I do as truly suffer,
As e'er I did commit.

A. F. iv. 3.

T. G. v. 4.

For heaven doth know, so shall the world perceive,
That I have turn'd away my former self;
So will I those that kept me company.

H. IV. PT. ii. v. 5.

Well, I'll repent, and that suddenly, while I am in some liking; I shall be out of heart_shortly, and then I shall have no strength to repent. An I have not forgotten what the inside of a church is, I am a peppercorn, a brewer's horse: the inside of a church! Company, villainous company, has been the spoil of me. H. IV. PT. I. iii. 3.

Well, if my wind were but long enough to say my prayers, I would repent.


M.W.iv. 5.

There's gold for you; sell me your good report. Cym. ii. 3.
Bring me no more reports.


Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?

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It is suppos'd,

He, that meets Hector, issues from our choice:
And choice, being mutual act of all our souls,
Makes merit her election; and doth boil,
As 'twere from forth us all, a man distill'd
Out of our virtues.


O, Lymoges! O, Austria! thou dost shame

M. v. 3.

R. J. ii. 2.

K. L. iv. 4.


That bloody spoil: Thou slave, thou wretch, thou coward;
Thou little valliant, great in villainy!

Thou ever strong upon the stronger side!

Thou fortune's champion, that dost never fight

But when her humorous ladyship is by

To teach thee safety! thou art perjur'd, too,
And sooth'st up greatness. What a fool art thou,
A ramping fool, to brag, and stamp, and swear,
Upon my party! Thou cold-blooded slave,

Hast thou not spoke like thunder on my side?
Been sworn my soldier, bidding me depend
Upon thy stars, thy fortune, and thy strength?
And dost thou now fall over to my foes?
Thou wear a lion's hide! doff it for shame,
And hang a calf-skin on those recreant limbs!

K. J. iii. 1.


R. III. iv. 4.

Madam, I have a touch of your
And cannot bear the accent of reproof.


My lord Sebastian,

The truth you speak doth lack some gentleness,
And time to speak it in: you rob the sore,
When you should bring the plaster.


No, rather I abjure all roofs, and choose
To wage against the enmity o' the air ;
To be a comrade with the wolf and owl,
Necessity's sharp pinch!

T. ii. 1.

K. L. ii. 4.

I'll never see't; for, I am sure, my nails
Are stronger than mine eyes.

A. C. v. 2.


I have said too much unto a heart of stone,
And laid my honour too unchary out.

T. N. iii. 4.

What! Michael Cassio,

That came a wooing with you; and many a time,
When I have spoke of you dispraisingly,
Hath ta'en your part; to have so much to do
To bring him in !


Good name, in man, and woman, dear my lord,

Is the immediate jewel of their souls:

O. iii. 3.

Who steals my purse, steals trash; 'tis something, nothing;

'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands:

But he, that filches from me my good name,

Robs me of that which not enriches him,

And makes me poor indeed.

The bubble reputation.

The gravity and stillness of your youth

The world hath noted, and your name is great
In mouths of wisest censure.

O. iii. 3.

A. Y. ii. 7.

O. ii. 3.


Be not amazed: call all your senses to you: Defend your reputation, or bid farewell to your good life for ever.

I see, my reputation is at stake;
My fame is shrewdly gor'd.

M. W. iii. 3.

T.C. iii. 3.

These wise men that give fools money, get themselves a good report, after fourteen years' purchase.

T. N. iv. 1.

O, I have lost my reputation. I have lost the immortal part, Sir, of myself; and what remains is bestial.

O. ii. 3.

Reputation is an idle and most false imposition; oft got without merit, and lost without deserving.

I have offended reputation;

A most unnoble swerving.

O. ii. 3.

A. C. iii. 9.

I would to God, thou and I knew where a commodity of good names were to be bought.


Thou troublest me, I'm not i'the vein.


Youth, thou bear'st thy father's face;

Frank nature, rather curious than in haste,

H. IV. PT. I. i. 2.

R. III. iv. 2.

Hath well compos'd thee. Thy father's moral parts
May'st thou inherit too.


Thou art all ice, thy kindness freezes.
Marry, before your ladyship, I grant,

She puts her tongue a little in her heart,
And chides with thinking.


O, you mighty gods!

This world I do renounce; and in your sights,
Shake patiently my great affliction off:

If I could bear it longer, and not fall

To quarrel with your great opposeless wills,
My snuff, and loathed parts of nature, should
Burn itself out.

Happy is your grace,

That can translate the stubborness of fortune
Into so quiet and so sweet a style.

O father abbot,

An old man, broken with the storms of state,
Is come to lay his weary bones among ye;
Give him a little earth for charity.

A. W. i. 2.

R. III. iv. 2.

O. ii. 1.

K. L. iv. 6.

A. Y. ii. 1.

H. VIII. iv. 2.


Then, dreadful trumpet, sound the general doom!

I'll queen it no inch further;

But milk my ewes, and weep.

Cheer your heart:

Be you not troubled with the time, which drives
O'er your content these strong necessities;
But let determin'd things to destiny
Hold unbewail'd their way.

Grieve not that I am fall'n to this for you:
For herein fortune shows herself more kind
Than is her custom: it is still her use,
To let the wretched man outlive his wealth,
And view with hollow eye, and wrinkled brow,
An age of poverty; from the ling'ring penance
Of such a misery doth she cut me off.

God be with you!-I have done.

RESOLVE, Murderous.

Come, come, you spirits

R. J. iii. 2.

W.T. iv. 3.

A. C. iii. 6.

M.V. iv. 1.

That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here;
And fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full
Of direst cruelty! make thick my blood,
Stop up the access and passage to remorse;
That no compunctious visitings of Nature
Shake my full purpose, nor keep peace between
The effect, and it! Come to my woman's breasts,
And take my milk for gall, you murd'ring ministers,
Wherever in your sightless substances

You wait on Nature's mischief! Come, thick night,
And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell!
That my keen knife see not the wound it makes:
Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark,
To cry hold hold!


We will not from the helm, to sit and weep;

But keep our course, though the rough wind say, No.

Muse not that I thus suddenly proceed,
For what I will, I will, and there an end.

0. i. 3.

M. i. 5.

H.VI. PT. III. v. 4.

The harder match'd, the greater victory:
My mind presageth happy gain and conquest

Strike now, or else the iron cools.

T. G. i. 3.

H. VI. PT. III. v. 1
H. VI, PT, III, v. 1.

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