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For, that I woo, thou therefore hast no cause :
But, rather, reason thus with reason fetter:
Love sought is good, but given unsought, is better.

SCENE IV.

Antonio. Will you deny me now?
Is 't possible, that my deserts to you
Can lack persuasion? Do not tempt my misery,
Lest that it make me so unsound a man,
As to upbraid you with those kindnesses
That I have done for
Viola.

I know of none;
Nor know I you by voice, or any feature :
I hate ingratitude more in a man,
Than lying, vainness, babbling, drunkenness,
Or any taint of vice, whose strong corruption
Inhabits our frail blood.

you.

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Viola. He nam'd Sebastian ;

I
my

brother know
Yet living in my glass ; even such, and so,
In favour was my brother; and he went
Still in this fashion, colour, ornament,
For him I imitate: 0, if it prove,
Tempests are kind, and salt waves fresh in love.

ACT IV. SCENE III.

Now

go

with

Olivia. Blame not this haste of mine : If you mean well,20

me, and with this holy man, In the chantry by: there, before him, And underneath that consecrated roof,

Plight me the full assurance of your faith ;
That my most jealous and too doubtful soul
May live at peace: He shall conceal it,
Whiles you are willing it shall come to note;
What time we will our celebration keep
According to my birth.—What do you say?

ACT V. SCENE I.

Viola. And all those sayings will I over-swear ; And all those swearings keep as true in soul, As doth that orbed continent the fire That severs day from night.

MERRY WIVES OF WINDSOR.

Act III. .

SCENE IV.

Fenton.
O, heaven so speed me in my time to come!

Albeit, I will confess, thy father's wealth
Was the first motive that I woo'd thee,

Anne :
Yet, wooing thee, I found thee of more value
Than stamps in gold, or sums in sealed bags;
And 'tis the very riches of thyself
That now I aim at.

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Mrs. Quickly.

About, about;
Search Windsor Castle, elves, within and out:
Strew good luck, ouphes, on every sacred room ;
That it may stand till the perpetual doom,
In state as wholesome, as in state 'tis fit;
Worthy the owner, and the owner it.
The several chairs of order look you scour

With juice of balm, and every precious flower :
Each fair instalment, coat, and several crest,
With loyal blazon, evermore be blest !
And nightly, meadow-fairies, look you sing,
Like to the Garter's compass, in a ring :
The expressure that it bears, green let it be,
More fertile-fresh than all the field to see;
And, Hony soit qui mal y pense, write,
In emerald tufts, flowers purple, blue, and white;
Like sapphire, pearl, and rich embroidery,
Buckled below fair knighthood's bending knee :-
Fairies use flowers for their charactery.
Away; disperse: But, till ’tis one o'clock,
Our dance of custom, round about the oak
Of Herne the hunter, let us not forget.

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MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING.

ACT I.

SCENE I.

Claudio.
MY lord,
When you went onward on this ended action,
I look'd upon her with a soldier's eye,

That lik'd, but had a rougher task in hand
Than to drive liking to the name of love :
But now I am return'd, and that war-thoughts
Have left their places vacant, in their rooms
Come thronging soft and delicate desires,
All prompting me how fair young Hero is,
Saying, I lik’d her ere I went to wars.

Don Pedro. Thou wilt be like a lover presently,
And tire the hearer with a book of words.
If thou dost love fair Hero, cherish it;
And I will break with her, and with her father,
And thou shalt have her. Was't not to this end
That thou began'st to twist so fine a story?

Claudio. How sweetly do you minister to love,
That know love's grief by his complexion !
But lest my liking might too sudden seem,
I would have salv'd it with a longer treatise.

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