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Shakespeare quotes on missOr at the least, so long as brain and heart Have faculty by nature to subsist, Till each to razed oblivion yield his part Of thee, thy record never can be missed Go to, sir; you were beaten in Italy for picking Source: ALLS WELL THAT ENDS WELL I wrote to you When rioting in Alexandria; you Did pocket up my letters, and with taunts Did gibe my missive out of audience My lord, the roynish clown, at whom so oft Your Grace was wont to laugh, is also missing He creates Lucius proconsul; and to you, the tribunes, For this immediate levy, he commands His absolute commission [Exit Gentleman.] [Aside] To my sick soul (as sin's true nature is) Each toy seems Prologue to some great amiss Yet such extenuation let me beg As, in reproof of many tales devis'd, Which oft the ear of greatness needs must bear By, smiling pickthanks and base newsmongers, I may, for some things true wherein my youth Hath faulty wand'red and irregular, And pardon on lily true submission Sweet Princes, what I did, I did in honour, Led by th' impartial conduct of my soul; And never shall you see that I will beg A ragged and forestall'd remission Away with these disgraceful wailing robes! Wounds will I lend the French instead of eyes, To weep their intermissive miseries Ne'er trust me then; for when a world of men Could not prevail with all their oratory, Yet hath a woman's kindness overrul'd; And therefore tell her I return great thanks And in submission will attend on her But now the arbitrator Source: THE FIRST PART OF HENRY THE SIXTH Exit HERALD My Nell, I take my leave- and, master sheriff, Let not her penance exceed the King's commission Can you not see, or will ye not observe The strangeness of his alter'd countenance? With what a majesty he bears himself; How insolent of late he is become, How proud, how peremptory, and unlike himself? We know the time since he was mild and affable, And if we did but glance a far-off look Immediately he was upon his knee, That all the court admir'd him for submission Tell him I'll send Duke Edmund to the Tower- And Somerset, we will commit thee thither Until his army be dismiss'd from him To every county Where this is question'd send our letters with Free pardon to each man that has denied The force of this commission Let's dry our eyes; and thus far hear me, Cromwell, And when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, say I taught thee- Say Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour, Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in- A sure and safe one, though thy master miss'd it Nor stony tower, nor walls of beaten brass, Nor airless dungeon, nor strong links of iron Can be retentive to the strength of spirit; But life, being weary of these worldly bars, Never lacks power to dismiss itself Do grace to Caesar's corse, and grace his speech Tending to Caesar's glories, which Mark Antony, By our permission, is allow'd to make If, till the expiration of your month, You will return and sojourn with my sister, Dismissing half your train, come then to me I drink to the general joy o' the whole table, And to our dear friend Banquo, whom we miss If you think it meet, compound with him by the year, and let him abide here with you; if not, use him for the present, and dismiss him What is here? [Reads] 'The fire seven times tried this; Seven times tried that judgment is That did never choose amiss [Aloud] I will knog your urinals about your knave's cogscomb for missing your meetings and appointments Michael Cassio, Lieutenant to the warlike Moor, Othello, Is come on shore; the Moor himself at sea, And is in full commission here for Cyprus My father's goods are all distrain'd and sold; And these and all are all amiss employ'd The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love, And the continuance of their parents' rage, Which, but their children's end, naught could remove, Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage; The which if you with patient ears attend, What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend Here, Signior Tranio, This bird you aim'd at, though you hit her not; Therefore a health to all that shot and miss'd He doth rely on none; But carries on the stream of his dispose, Without observance or respect of any, In will peculiar and in self-admission What fool is she, that knows I am a maid And would not force the letter to my view! Since maids, in modesty, say 'No' to that Which they would have the profferer construe 'Ay.' Fie, fie, how wayward is this foolish love, That like a testy babe will scratch the nurse, And presently, all humbled, kiss the rod! How churlishly I chid Lucetta hence, When willingly I would have had her here! How angerly I taught my brow to frown, When inward joy enforc'd my heart to smile! My penance is to call Lucetta back And ask remission for my folly past Quotes for: Shakespeare Quotes
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