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Shakespeare quotes on homeThy self thou gav'st, thy own worth then not knowing, Or me to whom thou gav'st it, else mistaking, So thy great gift upon misprision growing, Comes home again, on better judgement making And how mightily some Source: ALLS WELL THAT ENDS WELL We lost a jewel of her, and our esteem Was made much poorer by it; but your son, As mad in folly, lack'd the sense to know Her estimation home For not alone The death of Fulvia, with more urgent touches, Do strongly speak to us; but the letters to Of many our contriving friends in Rome Petition us at home What, my young master? O my gentle master! O my sweet master! O you memory Of old Sir Rowland! Why, what make you here? Why are you virtuous? Why do people love you? And wherefore are you gentle, strong, and valiant? Why would you be so fond to overcome The bonny prizer of the humorous Duke? Your praise is come too swiftly home before you Ay, now am I in Arden; the more fool I; when I was at home I was in a better place; but travellers must be content At length another ship had seiz'd on us; And, knowing whom it was their hap to save, Gave healthful welcome to their ship-wreck'd guests, And would have reft the fishers of their prey, Had not their bark been very slow of sail; And therefore homeward did they bend their course Methinks your maw, like mine, should be your clock, And strike you home without a messenger My charge was but to fetch you from the mart Home to your house, the Phoenix, sir, to dinner Your worship's wife, my mistress at the Phoenix; She that doth fast till you come home to dinner, And prays that you will hie you home to dinner I did not see you since you sent me hence, Home to the Centaur, with the gold you gave me Fie, brother, how the world is chang'd with you! When were you wont to use my sister thus? She sent for you by Dromio home to dinner Say that I linger'd with you at your shop To see the making of her carcanet, And that to-morrow you will bring it home I will attend my husband, be his nurse, Diet his sickness, for it is my office, And will have no attorney but myself; And therefore let me have him home with me My lord, in truth, thus far I witness with him, That he din'd not at home, but was lock'd out Look, here's a letter from him; the state hath another, his wife another; and I think there's one at home for you Where is he wounded? [To the TRIBUNES] God save your good worships! Marcius is coming home; he has more cause to be proud I am most fortunate thus accidentally to encounter you; you have ended my business, and I will merrily accompany you home There is a Frenchman his companion, one An eminent monsieur that, it seems, much loves A Gallian girl at home We, poor unfledg'd, Have never wing'd from view o' th' nest, nor know not What air's from home Fear no more the heat o' th' sun Nor the furious winter's rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages O, 'tis pregnant, pregnant! The drug he gave me, which he said was precious And cordial to me, have I not found it Murd'rous to th' senses? That confirms it home But I remember, when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage and extreme toll, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat and trimly dress'd, Fresh as a bridegroom; and his chin new reap'd Show'd like a stubble land at harvest home Shall our coffers, then, Be emptied to redeem a traitor home? Shall we buy treason? and indent with fears When they have lost and forfeited themselves? No, on the barren mountains let him starve! For I shall never hold that man my friend Whose tongue shall ask me for one penny cost To ransom home revolted Mortimer And 'tis no little reason bids us speed, To save our heads by raising of a head; For, bear ourselves as even as we can, The King will always think him in our debt, And think we think ourselves unsatisfied, Till he hath found a time to pay us home Three times hath Henry Bolingbroke made head Against my power; thrice from the banks of Wye And sandy-bottom'd Severn have I sent him Bootless home and weather-beaten back Like youthful steers unyok'd, they take their courses East, west, north, south; or like a school broke up, Each hurries toward his home and sporting-place We never valu'd this poor seat of England; And therefore, living hence, did give ourself To barbarous licence; as 'tis ever common That men are merriest when they are from home By thee Anjou and Maine were sold to France; The false revolting Normans thorough thee Disdain to call us lord; and Picardy Hath slain their governors, surpris'd our forts, And sent the ragged soldiers wounded home [Aside] But now of late, not able to travel with her furr'd pack, she washes bucks here at home Know, Cade, we come ambassadors from the King Unto the commons whom thou hast misled; And here pronounce free pardon to them all That will forsake thee and go home in peace His father revell'd in the heart of France, And tam'd the King, and made the Dauphin stoop; And had he match'd according to his state, He might have kept that glory to this day; But when he took a beggar to his bed And grac'd thy poor sire with his bridal day, Even then that sunshine brew'd a show'r for him That wash'd his father's fortunes forth of France And heap'd sedition on his crown at home Yet to have join'd with France in such alliance Would more have strength'ned this our commonwealth 'Gainst foreign storms than any home-bred marriage All good people, You that thus far have come to pity me, Hear what I say, and then go home and lose me Fly, noble English, you are bought and sold; Unthread the rude eye of rebellion, And welcome home again discarded faith Tomorrow, if you please to speak with me, I will come home to you, or, if you will, Come home to me and I will wait for you And these does she apply for warnings and portents And evils imminent, and on her knee Hath begg'd that I will stay at home today Our father he hath writ, so hath our sister, Of differences, which I best thought it fit To answer from our home A plague upon your epileptic visage! Smile you my speeches, as I were a fool? Goose, an I had you upon Sarum Plain, I'ld drive ye cackling home to Camelot Now, by the salt wave of the Mediterraneum, a sweet touch, a quick venue of wit- snip, snap, quick and home Where's the Thane of Cawdor? We coursed him at the heels and had a purpose To be his purveyor; but he rides well, And his great love, sharp as his spur, hath holp him To his home before us Were they not forced with those that should be ours, We might have met them dareful, beard to beard, And beat them backward home Her cause and yours I'll perfect him withal; and he shall bring you Before the Duke; and to the head of Angelo Accuse him home and home Inquire the Jew's house out, give him this deed, And let him sign it; we'll away tonight, And be a day before our husbands home Let me give light, but let me not be light, For a light wife doth make a heavy husband, And never be Bassanio so for me; But God sort all! You are welcome home, my lord What, John Rugby! John! what, John, I say! Go, John, go inquire for my master; I doubt he be not well that he comes not home I will use her as the key of the cuckoldly rogue's coffer; and there's my harvest-home The truth being known, We'll all present ourselves; dis-horn the spirit, And mock him home to Windsor My fairy lord, this must be done with haste, For night's swift dragons cut the clouds full fast; And yonder shines Aurora's harbinger, At whose approach ghosts, wand'ring here and there, Troop home to churchyards Two of them did, the Prince and Claudio; but the devil my master knew she was Margaret; and partly by his oaths, which first possess'd them, partly by the dark night, which did deceive them, but chiefly by my villany, which did confirm any slander that Don John had made, away went Claudio enrag'd; swore he would meet her, as he was appointed, next morning at the temple, and there, before the whole congregation, shame her with what he saw o'ernight and send her home again without a husband The sullen passage of thy weary steps Esteem as foil wherein thou art to set The precious jewel of thy home return March on, march on, since we are up in arms; If not to fight with foreign enemies, Yet to beat down these rebels here at home I'll believe both; And what does else want credit, come to me, And I'll be sworn 'tis true; travellers ne'er did lie, Though fools at home condemn 'em O good Gonzalo, My true preserver, and a loyal sir To him thou follow'st! I will pay thy graces Home both in word and deed Aeneas, call my brother Troilus to me, And signify this loving interview To the expecters of our Troyan part; Desire them home Quotes for: Shakespeare Quotes
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