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GLOUCESTER
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I was provoked by her slanderous tongue, which laid their guilt upon my guiltless shoulders.
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ISABELLA
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True.
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HENRY BOLINGBROKE
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What is the matter, uncle? speak; Recover breath; tell us how near is danger, That we may arm us to encounter it.
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LUCENTIO
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But in the other's silence do I see Maid's mild behavior and sobriety. Peace, Tranio!
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TYBALT
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This, by his voice, should be a Montague. Fetch me my rapier, boy. What dares the slave Come hither, cover'd with an antic face, To fleer and scorn at our solemnity? Now, by the stock and honour of my kin, To strike him dead, I hold it not a sin.
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Servant
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What, are they dead?
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HENRY BOLINGBROKE
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Fetch hither Richard, that in common view He may surrender; so we shall proceed Without suspicion.
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LADY CAPULET
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Find thou the means, and I'll find such a man. But now I'll tell thee joyful tidings, girl.
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GLOUCESTER
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Welcome, dear cousin, my thoughts' sovereign The weary way hath made you melancholy.
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Page
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My husband and my lord, my lord and husband; I am your wife in all obedience.
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PROSPERO
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Thou dost, and think'st it much to tread the ooze Of the salt deep, To run upon the sharp wind of the north, To do me business in the veins o' the earth When it is baked with frost.
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Till you have done your business in the city
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If this be courtesy, sir, accept of it.
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EDWARD
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I wonder how our princely father 'scaped, Or whether he be 'scaped away or no
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Be mad and merry, or go hang yourselves
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But for my bonny Kate, she must with me. Nay, look not big, nor stamp, nor stare, nor fret;
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CURTIS
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Come, you are so full of cony-catching!
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KING RICHARD II
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Join not with grief, fair woman, do not so, To make my end too sudden: learn, good soul, To think our former state a happy dream; From which awaked, the truth of what we are Shows us but this: I am sworn brother, sweet, To grim Necessity, and he and I Will keep a league till death. Hie thee to France
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ISABELLA
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That in the captain's but a choleric word, Which in the soldier is flat blasphemy.
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AUTOLYCUS
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I humbly beseech you, sir, to pardon me all the faults I have committed to your worship and to give me your good report to the prince my master.
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Second Lady
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She is spread of late Into a goodly bulk: good time encounter her!
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HENRY BOLINGBROKE
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Villain, I'll make thee safe.
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SICINIUS
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They say she's mad.
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'Fair cousin'? I am greater than a king
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For when I was a king, my flatterers Were then but subjects; being now a subject, I have a king here to my flatterer. Being so great, I have no need to beg.
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JULIET
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I do confess it, and repent it, father.
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MENENIUS
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From Rome.
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BALTHASAR
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As I did sleep under this yew-tree here, I dreamt my master and another fought, And that my master slew him.
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KING HENRY VI
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My lords, look where the sturdy rebel sits, Even in the chair of state: belike he means, Back'd by the power of Warwick, that false peer, To aspire unto the crown and reign as king. Earl of Northumberland, he slew thy father. And thine, Lord Clifford; and you both have vow'd revenge On him, his sons, his favourites and his friends.
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PAULINA
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A most unworthy and unnatural lord Can do no more.
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FLORIZEL
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By his command Have I here touch'd Sicilia and from him Give you all greetings that a king, at friend, Can send his brother: and, but infirmity Which waits upon worn times hath something seized His wish'd ability, he had himself The lands and waters 'twixt your throne and his Measured to look upon you; whom he loves-- He bade me say so--more than all the sceptres And those that bear them living.
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Let's purge this choler without letting blood
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This we prescribe, though no physician; Deep malice makes too deep incision; Forget, forgive; conclude and be agreed; Our doctors say this is no month to bleed. Good uncle, let this end where it begun; We'll calm the Duke of Norfolk, you your son.
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THOMAS MOWBRAY
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Yea, but not change his spots: take but my shame. And I resign my gage. My dear dear lord, The purest treasure mortal times afford Is spotless reputation: that away, Men are but gilded loam or painted clay. A jewel in a ten-times-barr'd-up chest Is a bold spirit in a loyal breast.
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And this small packet of Greek and Latin books
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If you accept them, then their worth is great.
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Sheriff
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It is, my lord.
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BIONDELLO
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Why, sir, he comes not.
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FRIAR LAURENCE
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That's my good son: but where hast thou been, then?
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Those are pearls that were his eyes
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Nothing of him that doth fade But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange. Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell Hark! now I hear them,--Ding-dong, bell.
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BAPTISTA
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Lucentio is your name; of whence, I pray?
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Servant
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My lord, I had forgot to tell your lordship, To-day, as I came by, I called there; But I shall grieve you to report the rest.
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Say thou wilt walk; we will bestrew the ground
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Or wilt thou ride? thy horses shall be trapp'd, Their harness studded all with gold and pearl. Dost thou love hawking? thou hast hawks will soar Above the morning lark or wilt thou hunt? Thy hounds shall make the welkin answer them And fetch shrill echoes from the hollow earth.
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Provost
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I would do more than that, if more were needful. Look, here comes one: a gentlewoman of mine, Who, falling in the flaws of her own youth, Hath blister'd her report: she is with child; And he that got it, sentenced; a young man More fit to do another such offence Than die for this.
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ABRAHAM
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Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?
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QUEEN MARGARET
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What, dost thou scorn me for my gentle counsel? And soothe the devil that I warn thee from? O, but remember this another day, When he shall split thy very heart with sorrow, And say poor Margaret was a prophetess! Live each of you the subjects to his hate, And he to yours, and all of you to God's!
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BENVOLIO
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Am I like such a fellow?
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ESCALUS
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Double and treble admonition, and still forfeit in the same kind! This would make mercy swear and play the tyrant.
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TRANIO
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O despiteful love! unconstant womankind! I tell thee, Licio, this is wonderful.
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CORIOLANUS
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Spoke he of me?
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TYRREL
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If to have done the thing you gave in charge Beget your happiness, be happy then, For it is done, my lord.
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PETRUCHIO
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Padua affords nothing but what is kind.
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BRAKENBURY
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I will, my lord: God give your grace good rest! Sorrow breaks seasons and reposing hours, Makes the night morning, and the noon-tide night. Princes have but their tides for their glories, An outward honour for an inward toil; And, for unfelt imagination,
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Servant
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One three of them, by their own report, sir, hath danced before the king; and not the worst of the three but jumps twelve foot and a half by the squier.
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BUCKINGHAM
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Upon record, my gracious lord.
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All Conspirators
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Let him die for't.
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POMPEY
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I beseech you, sir, look in this gentleman's face. Good Master Froth, look upon his honour; 'tis for a good purpose. Doth your honour mark his face?
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Page
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It is a kind of history.
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Give me thy torch, boy: hence, and stand aloof
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Yet put it out, for I would not be seen. Under yond yew-trees lay thee all along, Holding thine ear close to the hollow ground; So shall no foot upon the churchyard tread, Being loose, unfirm, with digging up of graves, But thou shalt hear it: whistle then to me, As signal that thou hear'st something approach. Give me those flowers. Do as I bid thee, go.
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Pray, be counsell'd
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I have a heart as little apt as yours, But yet a brain that leads my use of anger To better vantage.
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CURTIS
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This is to feel a tale, not to hear a tale.
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CORIOLANUS
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I muse my mother Does not approve me further, who was wont To call them woollen vassals, things created To buy and sell with groats, to show bare heads In congregations, to yawn, be still and wonder, When one but of my ordinance stood up To speak of peace or war.
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Their needless vouches? Custom calls me to't
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What custom wills, in all things should we do't, The dust on antique time would lie unswept, And mountainous error be too highly heapt For truth to o'er-peer. Rather than fool it so, Let the high office and the honour go To one that would do thus. I am half through; The one part suffer'd, the other will I do. Here come more voices. Your voices: for your voices I have fought; Watch'd for your voices; for Your voices bear Of wounds two dozen odd; battles thrice six I have seen and heard of; for your voices have
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WARWICK
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Ay, but he's dead: off with the traitor's head, And rear it in the place your father's stands. And now to London with triumphant march,
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PERDITA
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How often have I told you 'twould be thus! How often said, my dignity would last But till 'twere known!
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DUKE OF YORK
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As in a theatre, the eyes of men, After a well-graced actor leaves the stage, Are idly bent on him that enters next, Thinking his prattle to be tedious; Even so, or with much more contempt, men's eyes Did scowl on gentle Richard; no man cried 'God save him!'
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SEBASTIAN
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What a strange drowsiness possesses them!
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QUEEN ELIZABETH
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And must she die for this? O, let her live, And I'll corrupt her manners, stain her beauty; Slander myself as false to Edward's bed;
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A bachelor, a handsome stripling too
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I wis your grandam had a worser match.
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BAPTISTA
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Son, I'll be your half, Bianca comes.
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AUTOLYCUS
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I am a poor fellow, sir. I know ye well enough.
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Nurse
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I'll lay fourteen of my teeth,-- And yet, to my teeth be it spoken, I have but four-- She is not fourteen. How long is it now To Lammas-tide?
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DUKE VINCENTIO
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Never crave him; we are definitive.
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I know not how to tell thee who I am
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My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself, Because it is an enemy to thee; Had I it written, I would tear the word.
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HORTENSIO
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'Tis well; and I have met a gentleman Hath promised me to help me to another, A fine musician to instruct our mistress; So shall I no whit be behind in duty To fair Bianca, so beloved of me.
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EXETER
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The doubt is that he will seduce the rest.
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Roman
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I am a Roman; and my services are, as you are, against 'em: know you me yet?
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What's this? a sleeve? 'tis like a demi-cannon
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What, up and down, carved like an apple-tart? Here's snip and nip and cut and slish and slash,
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BUCKINGHAM
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I hear that news, my lord.
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For me, I'll not be gone till I please myself
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'Tis like you'll prove a jolly surly groom, That take it on you at the first so roundly.
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BAPTISTA
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She shall, Lucentio. Come, gentlemen, let's go.
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Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate-tree
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Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.
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GLOUCESTER
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My dagger, little cousin? with all my heart.
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GLOUCESTER
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Your highness shall do well to grant her suit; It were dishonour to deny it her.
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Romeo, come forth; come forth, thou fearful man
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Affliction is enamour'd of thy parts, And thou art wedded to calamity.
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Keeper
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My lord, will't please you to fall to?
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First Officer
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That's a brave fellow; but he's vengeance proud, and loves not the common people.
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First Senator
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Amen, amen.
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GREMIO
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And me too, good Lord!
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WARWICK
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They mock thee, Clifford: swear as thou wast wont.
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POLIXENES
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Nine changes of the watery star hath been The shepherd's note since we have left our throne Without a burthen: time as long again Would be find up, my brother, with our thanks; And yet we should, for perpetuity, Go hence in debt: and therefore, like a cipher, Yet standing in rich place, I multiply With one 'We thank you' many thousands moe That go before it.
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DUKE VINCENTIO
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What, I prithee, might be the cause?
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ANGELO
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Look, what I will not, that I cannot do.
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MAMILLIUS
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I learnt it out of women's faces. Pray now What colour are your eyebrows?
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BIANCA
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Believe me, sister, of all the men alive I never yet beheld that special face Which I could fancy more than any other.
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KING RICHARD III
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I partly know the man: go, call him hither. The deep-revolving witty Buckingham
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JULIET
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I will not fail: 'tis twenty years till then. I have forgot why I did call thee back.
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PAULINA
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There's time enough for that; Lest they desire upon this push to trouble Your joys with like relation. Go together, You precious winners all; your exultation Partake to every one. I, an old turtle, Will wing me to some wither'd bough and there My mate, that's never to be found again, Lament till I am lost.
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ANGELO
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How! bribe me?
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PETRUCHIO
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A combless cock, so Kate will be my hen.
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DUCHESS OF YORK
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I prithee, hear me speak.
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EMILIA
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A daughter, and a goodly babe, Lusty and like to live: the queen receives Much comfort in't; says 'My poor prisoner, I am innocent as you.'
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To fight with Glendower and his complices
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Awhile to work, and after holiday.
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MIRANDA
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'Tis a villain, sir, I do not love to look on.
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HORTENSIO
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Marry, sir, to get a husband for her sister.
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Taken from Andrej Karpathy and repurposed for UofT's CSC 413 Deep Learning 40,000 lines of Shakespeare from a variety of Shakespeare's plays. Featured in Andrej Karpathy's blog post 'The Unreasonable Effectiveness of Recurrent Neural Networks': http://karpathy.github.io/2015/05/21/rnn-effectiveness/.
Usage
To use for e.g. character modelling:
from datasets import load_dataset
# Load the dataset
dataset = load_dataset("r-three/shakespeare-dialogue")
# Access examples
for example in dataset['train'][:5]:
print(f"{example['character']}: {example['text']}")
print(f"From: {example['work']}\n")
# Filter by play
hamlet = dataset['train'].filter(lambda x: 'HAMLET' in x['work'])
# Filter by character
hamlet_lines = dataset['train'].filter(lambda x: x['character'] == 'Hamlet')
# Get character statistics
from collections import Counter
characters = Counter(dataset['train']['character'])
print(f"Top 10 characters: {characters.most_common(10)}")
Source
Public domain works by William Shakespeare, sourced from the Karpathy char-rnn repository.
To cite:
@misc{
author={Karpathy, Andrej},
title={char-rnn},
year={2015},
howpublished={\url{https://github.com/karpathy/char-rnn}}
}
License
This dataset is in the public domain (CC0-1.0) as Shakespeare's works are no longer under copyright.
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