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wickedgamesoyaoya · 4 years

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The sound of the belt whipping against the laminated floorboard startled Nakamura, who was seconds from hyperventilating. Inviting you was supposed to be a pleasant surprise – not a damn bloodbath. Unfortunately, he did not realize Ichika’s malicious intentions until it was too late. He was merely a pawn in her grand scheme.

“So, we doin’ this the easy way or the hard way?” The inquiry was accompanied by a non-verbal threat one that was conveyed by the stretching of the accessory within your grasp. Though, Ichika’s demeanour did not indicate any sense of fear. It was the contrary – she appeared to be thriving off the threats to her well-being.

“I prefer the hard way, if I’m being honest.” With a goofy grin plastering against her face, she ushered the stray blonde strands cascading along her shoulder to her back in a nonchalant movement. While your stance radiated a sense of authority; hers showcased a blatant lack of concern.

“Y/n…” Osamu who was not afforded a moment to recover from the assault, was battling nausea from his rising stress levels. He intuitively proceeded a step in your direction, desiring now more than ever for you to enter his embrace. He felt filthy, and he needed to know that things would be okay. That you would accept him, even now.

“Don’t worry, baby. I dealt with your crazy fangirls before. I can handle this.” A quick glance was stolen in his direction to supply him with momentary solace – you wanted him to know that the kiss was not his fault, and you were not angry with him.

But your actions created an opportunity for the blonde to find security behind one of the restaurant tables. Planting her palms against the wooden counter, she leaned forward to taunt you.

“That’s cute. Crazy fangirl, is that what you think I am?” An artificial gasp parted her lips, and when you returned your icy stare to her, the sight prompted irritation to tighten your jaw.

Mr. Sakai watched his daughter’s antics in horror. He always knew someday her devilish plotting would result in a threat to her life. Ichika was not a good person, after all. And yet, he found himself caving into the selfish desire to protect her.

“This… this is madness! I am going to call the police.” His quivering fingers reached for the landline on the corner of his office table, but the device was immediately plucked out of his grasp. Hanamaki settled onto the table, stretching out his long legs before returning the handset to the housing post.

“Woops. Sorry ‘bout that, grandpa. Can’t let you do that.”

As bewilderment washed over the elderly male’s visage, Makki lifted his shoulders into a shrug then turned his attention to Matsukawa. The ‘how dare you’ spat towards him was disregarded with a little snicker. “Matsu, did you call Iwa?”

“Superman is on his way now.” His response was accompanied by a low chuckle. He wondered how Iwaizumi would react to his beloved y/n in a state of chaos. Would he stop you? Or would he join you, and direct his attention to the male at the center of it all? Only time would tell.

On the other side of the restaurant, Ichika continued issuing taunting remarks. Although, she would not have been this lively and pointed if there was not a rectangular piece separating you from her.

“Aren’t you even the tiniest bit afraid? Has it never occurred to you that he may have gotten bored of little miss perfect?” The snarl curving her upper lip made her resemble an angry animal, and while she may have intended on insulting you, the nickname brought you amusement.

“If you knew me at all, you would know that I am the furthest thing from perfect.”

Perfect was overrated anyway.

Exhaling a breath, you launched the belt in her direction in a quick motion, but Ichika thrusted her weight back to avoid the blow. The distance between you two was beginning to become a problem.

“Oh, you’re right. I do remember him talking about how you’re always ditching him.” Remaining a few inches away from the table, she puffed out her cheeks then tilted her head, in an artificial stance of thought. Her distracted state however granted you an opportunity to capitalize on the area.

Placing your freehand onto the counter, you tactfully jumped onto the counter then proceeded closer to her. A toothy simper was presented towards her as you sauntered across the table. “Again. If you knew anything about my relationship, you would know that he’s the one always ditching me. Not the other way around.” You were about to return to the ground when her words compelled you to halt.

“He’s always ditching you… I know that, silly. But did you know that he ditches you to have drinks with me?” A knowing laugh exited her mouth once she saw recognition flash in your eyes. She had only guessed that the cook did not tell you about their evening together, but it was surprising to know neither did the other twin. Atsumu Miya struck her as a loyal friend, and yet he covered for his brother. Fascinating.

“What?” There was only one night she could be referring to. The night he was celebrating with Atsumu. Inside of your chest, your heart thrashed violently – pleading to escape rather than accept the truth behind her words. Falling still, you sunk your teeth into your bottom lip until blood tangled with your tongue inside of your mouth. It couldn’t be true. Could it?

“That night… His twin mentioned something about you being tired after playing with your little friends. Ring a bell?” This was it, Ichika mentally commented. She had caught you in her web.

When the blonde ripped away her gaze from you, your y/c/e irises landed on your hands. When did the colours drain away from your vision? Was everything always this red?

“Y/n. It wasn’t like that.” Osamu attempted to proceed closer to you, he was quite aware of the death glares that were directed at him by your two best friends, but that was the least of his concerns.

A bitter laugh was caught in your throat at his confession as you pinched your eyelids shut, aiming to remove the crimson lens forced onto your vision. But it was no use. The colours had drained away, leaving behind a single hue. One that symbolized violence… anger… danger…. and love.

“So, you didn’t know. Tisk tisk. Lying to your fiancée, bad pumpkin.” Clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth, Ichika waved a finger in distaste at the cook.

“Shut up for a fucking second, okay.” But the growled response did not phase her, instead she found his ferocity to be quite attractive. “Baby get off the table. She is not worth it. Please. Let’s go and I’ll explain.”

But you were no longer interested in his explanation. Nothing but violence would satisfy you now.

“He was with you? Was Atsumu with you?” Striving to adjust to the lighting of the establishment, your eyelids rose and dropped in longer intervals. It was at this point, Ichika presumed victory was hers. You were seconds from shattering – or so she thought.

“Yes. And now I understand why he warned me about you. What did he call you again? His psychotic sister-in-law?”

Another wave of daggers inserted into your lungs, puncturing wounds that may very well never heal. While you and the older twin often bickered, you presumed that love was mutually shared. You would have done anything for him, and you believed he would have done anything for you.

But what did the Miya Twins know about trust? Loyalty? Love? It turned out they knew nothing at damn all.

This was not a matter a simple apology could address. This was not foolishly tainting the reputation of a schoolgirl. It was breaking that girl’s heart and spirit all in one go.

Let’s do it again, shall we - red

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A/N: aAAAH. 3rd part will drop tomorrow. writing this hit me with some ~ sad emotions ~ so I must chill for a bit.

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redrobin-detective · 6 years

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Yay writing prompts are back! I had sent one earlier to you but you weren't taking prompts then. It was the one were All for One visits Midoriya middle school teacher and has a 'talk' with him. Please interpret as you want. Thank you for your time!

Nakamura Yu thought the best time of year was immediately after school let out. It gave him time to relax and enjoy himself without worrying about the next term quite yet and also allowed him time to reflect on all the students he would never see again. And Orudera Middle School certainly had its share of problem students. Technically graduation was tomorrow but this class had been such a nightmare he was cleaning house early.

“Goodbye Yamanaki Kimi, you were always a whiny little thing with all those ‘special accommodations’ you demanded for your so called learning disability. You were just fine when gossiping with your little friends,” he said burning the girls’ fire with his pyrokinesis.

“So long Katsuki Bakugou, you’ll be a grand hero I can brag about someday but it sure got tiring listening to you go on about your own greatness,” He continued burning the next file.

“Can’t wait to never think of you again Midoriya Izuku, you little quirkless freak. You were a fool to only apply to Yuuei, I will not be surprised when I read about your suicide when you inevitably fail,” he chuckled picking up the thin, underwhelming file.

“I think the school board, not to mention the parents, would be very interested to hear what you have to say about your students,” Nakamura whipped around to find a tall man with black curly hair and piercing black eyes standing in his doorway. Midoriya’s half burned file dropped out of his hand.

“Who the hell are you and how did you get in?” He demanded as he pushed himself away from his desk.

“As the father of one of your students I am well within my rights to be here,” the man said with a malicious smile. “Hisashi Midoriya, let me say I have been waiting a very long time to meet you.”

“Mi-Midoriya-san said her husband was overseas,” Nakamura stammered even as he could not refute the claim. He could see Little Midoriya in the man’s curls and the shape of his face but there was a confidence and cruelty to his stance that Izuku never could pull off.

“It’s true that I have been away for a while. I’ve been feeling a bit under the weather but I took the time to come all the way out here, on the eve of my son’s graduation from this torture chamber, to pay my respects,” Midoriya growled.

“A-ah of course um your son is um quite intelligent and doesn’t cause any trouble in class,” Nakamura stammered trying to come up with anything remotely interesting to say about his most uninteresting student. The boy had been sleeping and ignoring class to work on his own projects the last term clearly showing he was destined for failure. He had no idea the boy had such a terrifying father though, no wonder the brat was so shy.

“That’s because he’s been ruthlessly bullied by the heathens of this school and I wish I could say it was just the students,” Midoriya continued, stalking forward. “I am also aware that my son is well beyond intelligent but of course a prejudiced sinkhole like this place wouldn’t dare list a quirkless boy on their honor role.”

“O-oh well you know, boys will be boys,” Nakamura defended shakily as Midoriya got closer.

“Which is why it is the job of his teachers to keep those miserable cretins in check but you rather agreed with them, didn’t you?” Midoriya large hands fell on his desk as he leaned forward. “Izuku has struggled with low worth and depression for ages, had he not been accepted into Yuuei I fear he may have acted upon his darker impulses.”

“What? He actually got into Yuuei?” Nakamura gaped.

“The results just came in yesterday, not that I ever doubted his capabilities. As much as I despise that place and want nothing more than to see it burn, his admittance likely saved his life.” Midoriya grinned, “not that it will save yours.”

“You can’t just come in and threaten me, I have rights!” Nakamura yelped, pulling his legs up onto the chair.

“Oh do you?” Midoriya sneered and waves of flames rose from his hands as Yu’s desk began to burn. “And what about Izuku’s rights to a safe environment where he could grow and learn? Several quirk discrimination laws have been enacted in the past few years and yet you ignored all of them in allowing Bakugou and his minions to torture a child who did nothing wrong other than be born different.”

“You don’t understand!” Nakamura panted as the flames rose.

“You’re right, I don’t. I have been alive for 200 years, I have seen governments rise and fall, some at my own hand, I have killed and stolen from more people than I can count but I will never understand what it takes for an adult, a teacher, to abuse a child like you did my son.” Nakamura blanched as Midoriya’s visages becomes blurred and another person takes his place. A man in the same tailored suit but with a horrifying mask over his face. Nakamura does his best to stay out of trouble but he knows a villain when he sees one.

“Please,” he begged quietly as he realized that his life was basically forfeit. But Little Midoriya was so gentle, maybe his father has a little bit of that softness in him as well. To his utter amazement, the flames retreated and the villain stepped back, his form returning to its original state.

“Do not mistake my actions for kindness,” Midoriya huffed. “You will show up tomorrow and shower my son with praises for his acceptance to his school of choice. I have already turned your resignation in and after the ceremony you will leave Japan and never return.”

“O-of course,” Nakamura gasped, half thinking of hopping a plane right now but the look in Midoriya’s eyes tells him he wouldn’t make it to the airport. “L-little Izuku will receive nothing but the best tomorrow.”

“Such acknowledgement will please him, remember, its the only thing keeping you alive,” Midoriya said as he turned and sauntered out the door. “See you soon.” Nakamura sank into his chair and cried over the terrifying events and did not properly consider his guest’s parting words.

The next day, Midoriya Izuku was overwhelmed with praise and congratulations that turned the boy into a blushing stammering mess. Nakamura did everything he could to appease the shadowy figure in his mind and as soon as the final bell had rung, he raced out of the building. He ran to his car, started the engine with his belongings packed in the trunk and a plane ticket to Thailand in his pocket.

He didn’t notice the masked villain in the backseat until he heard the mechanical respirations and he realized there never was any chance of escape. As the car was violently transported elsewhere, he couldn’t help but fear for what exactly awaited Little Midoriya’s future. Clearly he hadn’t known the boy very well if THIS is where he came from. Japan was in for a nightmare, he was just beating the rush. That was his last coherent thought as Midoriya Hisashi took his well earned revenge.

#boku no hero academia #bnha writing prompts #dad for one #ur such a hypocrite hisashi

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geneticbeauty-blog1 · 5 years

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* ✧ . a wolf is a wolf ‚ even in a cage ‚ even dressed in silk → visage i. * ✧ . i am not violent ‚ i am not malicious. i am a result → study / about. * ✧ . make it look pretty ‚ but train it to kill → interactions. * ✧ . the sun watches what i do but the moon knows all my secrets → aesthetic. * ✧ . i never had a chance to be soft. i was always bloodied knuckles and shards of glass → headcanon / meta. * ✧ . how do you make a monster stop feeling so monstrous ? you say her name ‚ over and over ‚ like an absolution → desires.

#* ✧ . a wolf is a wolf ‚ even in a cage ‚ even dressed in silk → visage i.#* ✧ . i am not violent ‚ i am not malicious. i am a result → study / about.#* ✧ . make it look pretty ‚ but train it to kill → interactions.#* ✧ . the sun watches what i do but the moon knows all my secrets → aesthetic.#* ✧ . i never had a chance to be soft. i was always bloodied knuckles and shards of glass → headcanon / meta.#* ✧ . how do you make a monster stop feeling so monstrous ? you say her name ‚ over and over ‚ like an absolution → desires.

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favouriteworstnightmarexo-blog · 7 years

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Lex Talionis

New Orleans, 1726

Little more than a year ago I had practically been salivating at the mouth in excitement at the prospects of what my future might hold. I had stood upon the docks of Calais, the sea wind whipping through my golden braids as I'd eyed the vast expanse of water ahead of me with such eagerness and anticipation. The water -the driving force of all nature- had once held such potential with its promise of transportation to newly discovered lands that would bestow prosperity upon all those who sailed to them. Even naïve young girls such as I.

Never once did I foresee that it would also become my plight.

The easterly winds carry my pleading screams through the labyrinth of tombs that crowd the space within the boundaries of the French Quarter cemetery. Just like that day in 1725, the cool breeze chills me to the bone as it whips through my hair which, this time, is unbound and drapes over my shoulders. I had smiled from ear to ear that day, but now I am grimacing as I feel the soft flesh of my knees graze against the dirt below while I struggle endlessly within the grip of my handlers. In truth I do not know why I struggle, for I know that it shall only prolong the inevitable and thus will undoubtedly make my suffering worse. I do not know why they feel the need to hold me at the shoulders, not when my wrists are bound behind my back and becoming sorely lacerated by my struggle against the ropes, because it is not as though I can run. They are everywhere; witches from each faction from each corner of New Orleans emerging from behind the tombs of their ancestors to witness the retribution that shall result from my death. I am forced to the look at them by the wrapping of my waist length hair around the fist of one of my minders, my scalp aching from the ferocity of his grasp as I glimpse in the direction of each and every single one of these malicious murderers. There is not but one tear shed amongst them over the fate to which they have condemned me, a young girl of only 20 with so much of life still ahead of her. A young girl of their kind, a witch with so much yet to learn of her craft. Only I shall never learn these things, nor shall I find the one thing that I travelled here to discover.

Whispers of women that had fled their homes in France and had travelled to the French colonies of Louisiana across the waters in the new world had spread across Europe like wildfire. I had listened to such tales with awe and wonder, becoming susceptible to the romanticism of it all in my impressionable girlishness. I fled from the controlling clutches of my father, fleeing across the border between Germany and France until I found myself clutching my skirts and making my way up a gangplank onto a ship with hundreds of other women who, like me, filled their own heads with fairy tales of finding their perfect suitor. Prospects for women of my age (or women in general) were few and far between, confining our purposes in life to merely that of a housewife born to look after the men of this world. My father naturally held such strong views, so much so that my betrothal to the wealthy and aged owner of a neighbouring farm was agreed the moment that I had come of age. The first moment I had laid eyes upon Francois had made my skin crawl as his dark, hollow gaze had wandered greedily from my head to my toe. He had looked at me as though I were a piece of meat to be sold to the butchers, as though I had little but my beauty and intelligence to entertain him. I knew very well what he thought; that my only purpose as his wife would be to open my legs whenever he required a satisfactory release. But I wanted more. I wanted a life beyond the rules written for a housewife. I wanted more than to have to give myself to a man who sought only the use of my body, but instead to someone that would worship and cherish every inch of me as though I were the rarest of treasures. I wanted to marry not for profit or status or because it is my duty as a woman of this world, but instead to love and be loved in return.

All at once the crowd before me thickens, with hooded figures presenting themselves from left and right as the haunting and almost certainly deafening chanting of hundreds of witches begins. It is then with a violent shudder that I realise that this is not just murder but also a sacrifice. They wish to sacrifice my soul to the ancestors..

"Please. Please. Let me go. I have done nothing wrong. Nothing. I am innocent. I am one of you...I am begging you..."

I plead further but quickly find that there is no point in wasting my breath for my head and neck are forcefully submerged and held beneath the surface of the water filling the barrel positioned before me. I breathe in, though it is not out of want and more habit, though of course that quickly proves to be fatal as my nostrils fill to the brim and I feel the burning rush of water down the back of my throat. I thrash back and forth, desperately attempting to wriggle myself free of the hold that suspends me beneath the water which they believe shall cleanse my sinful soul. It is only when I am close to losing all consciousness that I am pulled, coughing and spluttering, from the water for a breather. After all, they cannot perform a sacrifice if the sacrificial lamb is already dead.

Through my blurred vision (my lashes are coated with heavy droplets of water that have run from my scalp to my forehead) I risk yet another peak at those that have gathered to celebrate in their treachery when a gasp rises in my throat at the sight of a familiar face. There she stands shielded by the tombs in the far corner dressed in her hooded cloak, her pale, perfect face framed by her long, golden tresses as she bows her head as if to hide her identity. All at once my heart thuds excessively within my chest at her presence and, despite my drowsiness, my heart races with memories of her and the way her plush lips had felt when lovingly caressing my skin. I remember the way her cool breath had sent a shiver down my spine as it had fanned across the length of my collarbone, the way her fingers had seamlessly tangled within my hair, and the way the she had enticingly nudged the tip of her nose around the perimeter of my naval beneath the candlelight. She was a companion, matching me in terms of intellect, and a lover, teaching me things of pleasure and sensual indulgence. I did not need to see her face to know that it was her, for I would know her anywhere. I had taken great pride in studying the indents of her dimples as well as the curves of her lithe frame and etching them into my memory. Perhaps it was love, perhaps it was not. But I knew for sure that I could never mistake her nor that it was she that had made me a fille à la cassette; A Casket Girl. 'She will help me', I thought to myself, 'she will save me and prevent this god awful farce from proceeding.' I waited and waited, my gaze never once leaving the hooded figure as I mentally willed her on to do something, say something, anything. If anyone could save me from this nightmare it was surely her. But time seemed to pause as I shivered with cold, the soaked nature of my hair and clothes simply adding to the torture of the chill in the air. I waited in anticipation, desperate anticipation, as the breath that I had so tirelessly fought to catch hitched within my lungs while my ears thumped with the relentless thudding of my pulse, drowning out the never ending chanting of my coven. I could not understand it. What was she waiting for? Why had she not moved to save me from this perilous end? Why, when it was because of my relations with her that I had been brought to trial and convicted of fornication of the highest kind with the coven's greatest enemy.

"Please, please.." I whispered through gritted, chattering teeth when, having heard my pitiful last plea, she lifted her head and met my gaze with those beautiful, endearing sapphire eyes. She merely stood and looked at me, her heart stopping visage contorting into an expression of sorrow and pity. It was then that I knew she had not come for me, but only come to witness the tying up of one of her many loose ends. It was then that I knew all hope had been lost, and that any chance of my survival had dissipated as quickly as I knew my life would once my handlers had resumed their duties in drowning me and passing my soul -and the magic attached to it- to the ancestors ruling beyond their graves.

As if on cue, my head is once more brutishly submerged and held with vigour beneath the water while my life slowly drains from my being and my mind becomes consumed by the image of one face:

Rebekah Mikaelson.

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shamer69-blog · 7 years

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Frequently Encountered Words (FEW)

Several of the content-carrying words in Shakespeare are used so often that we find it helpful to approach them in the manner of a language-teaching phrase-book, singling them out so that readers can more easily develop an intuition about how they are used. We have selected 100 of these words, in particular senses, in the list below, and chosen quotations for them which illustrate several grammatical contexts. We like to think of these words as a preliminary word-list which captures some of the character of basic Early Modern English vocabulary. Readers who familiarize themselves with these items will be many times repaid by a smoother reading of the texts.

It is important to note that a number of these words are also used in other, less frequent, senses in Shakespearean English. We make a reference to any such senses after each entry below. These senses will all be found in their alphabetical place in the Glossary.

afeard

(adj.)

afraid, frightened, scared

Cym IV.ii.94 [Cloten to Guiderius] Art not afeard?

1H6 IV.vii.86 [Lucy to all] A phoenix that shall make all France afeard

Mac I.iii.95 [Ross to Macbeth] Nothing afeard of what thyself didst make

MND III.i.107 [Bottom alone, of his companions] This is a knavery of them to make me afeard

anon

(adv.)

soon, shortly, presently

Ham III.ii.272 [Hamlet to Ophelia] You shall see anon how the murderer gets the love of Gonzago’s wife

1H4 II.iv.31 [Prince Hal to Poins, of Francis the drawer] do thou never leave calling ‘Francis!’, that his tale to me may be nothing but ‘Anon’

apace

(adv.)

quickly, speedily, at a great rate

AYL III.iii.1 [Touchstone to Audrey] Come apace

E3 III.i.37 [King John to all, of his confederates] are marching hither apace

RJ III.ii.1 [Juliet alone] Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds

apparel (n.)

clothes, clothing, dress

Ham III.ii.45 [Hamlet to Players] one suit of apparel

Ham I.iii.72 [Polonius to Laertes] For the apparel oft proclaims the man

apparel

(v.)

arrant

(adj.)

downright, absolute, unmitigated

Ham III.i.129 [Hamlet to Ophelia] We are arrant knaves all

H5 IV.vii.2 [Fluellen to Gower, of the French behaviour] 'tis as arrant a piece of knavery ... as can be offert

attend (on / upon) (v.) 1 await, wait for, expect attend (v.) 2--8 aught (n.) anything; [together with a negative word] nothing avaunt (int.) begone, go away, be off aye (adv.) always,ever, for eternity base (adj.) 1 dishonourable, low, unworthy2 low-born, lowly, plebeian, of lower rank3 poor, wretched, of low quality base (adj.) 4--6, base (n.) bawd (n.) pimp, procurer, pander, go-between become (v.) 1 be fitting, befit, be appropriate to 2 grace, honour, dignify become (v.) 3--5 befall (v.) 1 happen, occur, take place, turn out 2 happen to, come to befall of (v.) belike (adv.) probably, presumably, perhaps, so it seems beshrew, ’shrew (v.) curse, devil take, evil befall beshrew (v.) 2 bethink (v.) past form bethought call to mind, think about, consider, reflect bethink (v.) 2--4 brave (adj.) fine, excellent, splendid, impressive brave (adj.) 2--3, (n.), (v.) brow (n.) appearance, aspect, countenance brow (n.) 2--6 chide (v.) past form chidscold, rebuke, reprove chide (v.) 2--4 colours (n.) battle-flags, ensigns, standards, banners colours (n.) 2--4 commend (v.) convey greetings, present kind regards commend (v.) 2--6,(n.) content (adj.) agreeable, willing, ready content (adj.) 2--3,(n.), (v.) Corse (n.) Corpse, dead body counterfeit (v.) 1 copy, imitate, simulate 2 pretend, feign, make believe counterfeit (n.), (adj.) course (n.) course of action, way of proceeding course (n.) 2--8, (v.) crave (v.) beg, entreat, request crave (v.) 2--3 cuckold (n.) [mocking name] man with an unfaithful wife cuckold (v.) discover (v.) reveal, show, make known discover (v.) 2--6 envious (adj.) malicious, spiteful, vindictive, full of enmity envy (n.) fain (adv.) [usually with would] gladly, willingly fain (adj.), (v.) false (adj.) treacherous, traitorous, perfidious false (adj.) 2--8, (n.), (adv.) fare (v.) get on, manage, do, cope fare (v.) 2, (n.) field (n.) field of battle, battleground, field of combat field (n.) 2--4 forbear (v.) 1 stop, cease, desist 2leave alone, avoid, stay away [from] forbear (v.) 3--4 forsooth (adv.) in truth, certainly, truly, indeed forswear (v.) 1 swear falsely, perjure [oneself], break one's word2 abandon, renounce, reject, give up3 deny, repudiate, refuse to admit fright (v.) frighten, scare, terrify gage (n.) pledge, challenge [usually, a glove or gauntlet thrown down] gage (v.) gentle (adj.) well-born, honourable, noble gentle (adj.) 2--5,(n.), (adv.) glass (n.) mirror, looking-glass glass (n.) 2--4,(v.) habit (n.) dress, clothing, costume habit (n.) 2--4 haply (adv.) perhaps, maybe, by chance, with luck heavy (adj.) sorrowful, sad, gloomy heavy (adj.) 2--10 hie (v.) hasten, hurry, speed humour (n.) mood, disposition, frame of mind, temperament [as determined by bodily fluids] ill (adj.) bad, adverse, unfavourable ill (adj.) 2--6,(v.), (adv.) ill (adv.) badly, adversely, unfavourably ill (adv.) 2, (adj.) intent (n.) intention, purpose, aim issue (n.) 1child(ren), offspring, family, descendant 2 outcome, result, consequence(s) issue (n.) 3--4, (v.) knave (n.) scoundrel, rascal, rogue knave (n.) 2--3 lief, had as (adj.) should like just as much like (adj.) same, similar, alike, equal like (n.), (adj.) 2, (v.), (adv.) like (adv.) likely, probable / probably like (adv.) 2--4,(n.), (adj.), (v.) livery (n.) uniform, costume, special clothing livery (n.) 2--3, (v.) mark (v.) note, pay attention to, take notice of mark (n.) 2, (n.) marvellous (adv.) very, extremely, exceedingly meet (adj.) fit, suitable, right, proper meet (adj.) 2, (v.), (adv.) mere (adj.) complete, total, absolute, utter mere (adj.) 2, (adv.) merely (adv.) completely, totally, entirely see also merely (adv.) 2--3 methinks(t), methought(s)(v.) it seems / seemed to me morn (n.) morning, dawn morrow (n.) morning office (n.) task, service, duty, responsibility see also office (n.) 2--8, (v.) oft (adv.) often ope (v.) open owe (v.) own, possess, have owe (n.) 2--3 parle, parley (n.) negotiation, meeting [between enemies under a truce, to discuss terms] parley (n.) 2--3, (v.) pate (n.) head, skull peradventure (adv.) perhaps, maybe, very likely perchance (adv.) perhaps, maybe perchance (adv.) 2 perforce (adv.) 1forcibly, by force, violently2of necessity, with no choice in the matter physic (n.) medicine, healing, treatment physic (n.) 2, (v.) place (n.) position, post, office, rank place (n.) 2--6, (v.) post (n.) express messenger, courier post (n.) 2--3, (v.), (adv.) power (n.) armed force, troops, host, army see also power (n.) 2--9 prate (v.) prattle, chatter, blather prate (n.) present (adj.) immediate, instant present (adj.) 2--7, (n.), (v.) presently (adv.) immediately, instantly, at once presently (adv.) 2 purpose (n.) intention, aim, plan purpose (n.) 2--3, (v.) quoth (v.) said rail (v.) rant, rave, be abusive [about] remembrance (n.) memory, bringing to mind, recollection sad (adj.) serious, grave, solemn scape, ’scape (v.) escape, avoid several (adj.) separate, different, distinct several (adj.) 2--3, (n.) something (adv.) somewhat, rather see also something (adv.) 2 sport (n.) recreation, amusement, entertainment sport (n.) 2--4, (v.) still (adv.) constantly, always, continually still (adv.) 2, (adj.), (v.) straight (adv.) straightaway, immediately, at once suit (n.) formal request, entreaty, petition see also suit (n.) 2--4, (v.) sup (v.) have supper sup (n.) 2--3 undone (adj.) ruined, destroyed, brought down visage (n.) face, countenance see also visage (n.) 2 voice (n.) vote, official support voice (n.) 2--5, (v.) want (v.) lack, need, be without want (v.) 2--4, (n.) warrant (v.) assure, promise, guarantee, confirm warrant (n.) 2--6, (n.) wench (n.) girl, lass wit (n.) 1 intelligence, wisdom, good sense 2 mental sharpness, acumen, quickness, ingenuity wit (n.) 3--6, (v.) wont (v.) be accustomed, used [to], be in the habit of wont (n.) wot (v.) learn, know, be told

KL II.iv.50 [Fool to Lear] Fortune, that arrant whore

Cor I.x.30 [Aufidius to First Soldier] I am attended at the cypress grove

Cym II.iii.36 [Cymbeline to Cloten] Attend you here the door of our stern daughter?

E3 IV.v.6 [King John to Charles] Silence attends some wonder

TG III.i.186 [Valentine alone] Tarry I here, I but attend on death

Ham IV.iii.60 [Claudius, as if to the King of England] if my love thou holdest at aught

Ham V.ii.357 [Horatio to Fortinbras] If aught of woe or wonder

TG V.iv.20 [Proteus to Silvia] Though you respect not aught your servant doth

2H4 I.ii.89 [Falstaff to Servant] Hence! Avaunt!

KL III.vi.63 [Edgar as Poor Tom, to imaginary dogs] Avaunt, you curs!

Mac III.iv.92 [Macbeth to Banquo’s ghost] Avaunt, and quit my sight!

Cym IV.iv.27 [Belarius to Arviragus and Guiderius] aye hopeless / To have the courtesy your cradle promised

R2 V.ii.45 [York to Duchess of York, of Bolingbroke] Whose state and honour I for aye allow

AYL II.vii.79 [Jaques to Duke Senior] what is he of basest function

AYL III.ii.64 [Touchstone to Corin] civet is of a baser birth than tar

E3 III.iii.183 [Edward to Prince Edward, of the latter's heart] never base affections enter there

1H6 V.v.49 [Suffolk to all] Disgrace not so your king / That he should be so abject, base, and poor / To choose for wealth

Cor I.i.155 [Menenius to First Citizen] one o'th'lowest, basest, poorest / Of this most wise rebellion

Ham V.ii.60 [Hamlet to Horatio] ’Tis dangerous when the baser nature comes / Between ... mighty opposites

1H6 I.ii.80 [Pucelle to Dauphin, of Our Lady] Willed me to leave my base vocation

KL I.ii.10 [Edmund alone] Why brand they us / With ‘base’?

TNK II.iii.2 [Gaoler's Daughter alone] I am base, / My father the mean keeper of his prison

1H6 I.i.137 [Third Messenger to all] A base Walloon ... / Thrust Talbot with a spear into the back

1H6 IV.vi.21 [Talbot to John Talbot, as if to Orleans] Contaminated, base, and misbegotten blood I spill of thine

TNK III.iii.44 [Palamon to Arcite] Base cousin, / Darest thou break first?

Ham III.i.112 [Hamlet to Ophelia] transform honesty from what it is to a bawd

R2 V.iii.66 [York to King Henry, of Aumerle] So shall my virtue be his vice's bawd

AYL I.i.74 [Orlando to Oliver] I will no further offend you than becomes me for my good

1H6 V.iii.170 [Suffolk to Reignier] Set this diamond safe / In golden palaces, as it becomes

R2 II.i.140 [King Richard to all, as if to John of Gaunt] let them die that age and sullens have; / For both hast thou, and both become the grave

AC I.i.49 [Antony to and of Cleopatra] whom everything becomes

Cor I.iii.10 [Volumnia to Virgilia, of Marcus] considering how honour would become such a person

1H6 IV.vii.23 [Talbot to his dead son] O thou whose wounds become hard-favoured Death

AYL IV.iii.103 [Oliver to Rosalind and Celia disguised] Lo, what befell!

2H4 I.i.177 [Morton to Lord Bardolph] What hath then befallen, / Or what hath this bold enterprise brought forth

2H6 V.iii.33 [Warwick to all] more such days as these to us befall!

MND V.i.153 [Snout to all] In this same interlude it doth befall / That I ... present a wall

E3 II.ii.23 [Derby to Edward] Befall my sovereign all my sovereign's wish

R2 II.i.129 [John of Gaunt to Richard] My brother Gloucester ... / Whom fair befall in heaven

R3 I.iii.281 [Queen Margaret to Buckingham] fair befall thee and thy noble house!

R3 I.iv.16 [Clarence to Keeper] a thousand heavy times ... / That had befallen us

CE IV.i.25 [Antipholus of Ephesus to Angelo] Belike you thought our love would last too long

Ham III.ii.302 [Hamlet to Horatio, of Claudius and the play] belike he likes it not

Cym II.iii.141 [Innogen to Pisanio, of he ring] ’Shrew me, / If I would lose it for a revenue / Of any king’s in Europe

2H6 III.i.184 [Gloucester to his enemies] Beshrew the winners

MND II.ii.60 [Hermia to Lysander] much beshrew my manners and my pride / If Hermia meant to say Lysander lied

Oth IV.iii.77 [Desdemona to Emilia] Beshrew me, if I would do such a wrong

MV I.iii.29 [Shylock to Bassanio] that I may be assured, I will bethink me

R2 II.iii.8 [Northumberland to Bolingbroke] I bethink me what a weary way / From Ravenspurgh to Cotswold will be found

TN III.iv.289 [Sir Toby to Viola as Cesario, of Sir Andrew] he hath better bethought him of his quarrel

AYL III.iv.36 [Celia to Rosalind, of Orlando] O, that's a brave man! He writes brave verses, speaks brave words, swears brave oaths .. all's brave that youth mounts and folly guides

Ham II.ii.300 [Hamlet to Rosencrantz and Guildenstern] this brave o'erhanging firmament

1H4 IV.i.7 [Hotspur to Douglas] a braver place / In my heart's love hath no man than yourself

Tem III.ii.97 [Caliban to Stephano, of Prospero] He has brave utensils

Ham III.iii.7 [Claudius to Rosencrantz and Guildenstern, of the danger seen in Hamlet] doth hourly grow / Out of his brows

LLL IV.iii.224 [Berowne to King, of Rosaline] What peremptory eagle-sighted eye / Dares look upon the heaven of her brow

LLL IV.iii.183 [Berowne to all] When shall you hear that I / Will praise ... / A gait, a state, a brow

AC I.iv.30 [Caesar to Lepidus, of Antony] to confound such time / ... ’tis to be chid / As we rate boys

AYL III.v.64 [Phebe to Rosalind as Ganymede] I pray you chide a year together; I had rather hear you chide than this man woo

AYL IV.i.32 [Rosalind to Jaques] almost chide God for making you that countenance you are

Cym I.v.18 [Iachimo to all, of Posthumus' banishment] the approbation of those that weep this lamentable divorce under her colours

E3 IV.vii.2 [Prince Edward to King John] Thy bloody ensigns are my captive colours

1H6 IV.ii.56[Talbot to all] God and Saint George ... / Prosper our colours in this dangerous fight!

MM I.iv.88 [Isabella to Lucio] Commend me to my brother

MV III.ii.232 [Salerio to Bassanio] Signor Antonio / Commends him to you

MW I.iv.152 [Fenton to Mistress Quickly, of Anne] If thou seest her before me, commend me

TG II.iv.121 [Proteus to Valentine] Your friends ... have them much commended

1H6 IV.i.70 [King to Talbot] are you not content? [Talbot] Content, my liege? Yes

1H6 V.iii.165 [Suffolk to himself] I could be well content / To be mine own attorney in this case

Ham V.i.163 [First Clown to Hamlet] we have many pocky Corses nowadays

1H6 I.i.62 [Bedford to Messenger] What sayest thou, man, before dead Henry’s Corse?

E3 II.i.256 [Countess to Edward] He that doth clip or counterfeit your stamp / Shall die

1H6 II.iv.62 [Richard to Somerset] Meantime your cheeks do counterfeit our roses

AYL III.v.17 [Phebe to Silvius] Now counterfeit to swoon

AYL IV.iii.167 [Rosalind as Ganymede to Oliver, of her fainting] a body would think this was well counterfeited

Cor II.iii.99 [Coriolanus to Fourth Citizen] I will counterfeit the bewitchment of some popular man

Cym III.iv.113 [Pisanio to Innogen] I have consider'd of a course

R2 II.i.213 [York to Richard] by bad courses may be understood / That their events can never fall out good

CE I.ii.26 [First Merchant to Antipholus of Syracuse] I crave your pardon

1H6 I.i.159 [Third Messenger to Bedford] The Earl of Salisbury craveth supply

1H6 II.iii.12 [Messenger to Countess] acording as your ladyship desired, / By message craved, so is Lord Talbot come

AW II.ii.24 [Clown to Countess, of his answer] As fit as ... the cuckold to his horn

Ham IV.v.120 [Laertes to Claudius] Cries cuckold to my father

MW II.ii.297 [Ford alone] Fie, fie, fie! Cuckold, cuckold, cuckold!

Oth III.iii.165 [Iago to Othello] That cuckold lives in bliss / Who certain of his fate loves not his wronger

Cym III.v.96 [Cloten to Pisanio] Discover where thy mistress is

MA I.ii.10 [Antonio to Leonato] the Prince discovered to Claudio that he loved my niece

TN II.v.154 [Malvolio to himself] Daylight and champain discovers not more!

1H6 III.i.196 [Exeter alone, of the peers' agreement] So will this base and envious disCord breed

MM III.ii.137 [disguised Duke to Lucio, of the Duke] he shall appear to the envious a scholar

R2 III.iii.65 [Bolingbroke to all, of King Richard as the sun] he perceives the envious clouds are bent / To dim his glory

TNK II.i.319 [Palamon to Gaoler] Devils take 'em / That are so envious to me

Ham II.ii.131 [Polonius to Claudius] I would fain prove so

Ham IV.vii.190 [Laertes to Claudius] I have a speech o'fire that fain would blaze

Ham IV.v.12 [Gertrude to all] this is counter, you false Danish dogs!

1H6 IV.i.63 [Gloucester to all, of Burgundy] such false dissembling guile

R2 I.iii.106 [First Herald to all, of Bolingbroke] On pain to be found false and recreant

Cym III.i.82 [Cloten to Lucius] if you fall in the adventure, our crows shall fare the better for you

1H6 II.v.4 [Mortimer to Gaoler] So fare my limbs with long imprisonment

E3 IV.vi.1 [Artois to Prince Edward] How fares your grace?

TS induction.2.100 [Sly to Page dressed as Sly’s wife] I fare well

H5 III.ii.9 [Pistol to Nym and Bardolph] sword and shield / In bloody field, / Doth win immortal fame

H5 IV.vi.2 [King Henry to Exeter] yet keep the French the field

1H6 V.iii.12 [Pucelle to the spirits] Help me this once, that France may get the field [i.e. win the battle]

AYL II.vii.88 [Orlando to all] Forbear, and eat no more

1H6 III.i.106 [Gloucester to his fighting servants] Let me persuade you to forbear awhile

3H6 IV.i.6 [Somerset to Richard and George] forbear this talk

TG III.i.202 [Proteus to Launce] Villain, forbear

AC III.xiii.107 [Antony to Cleopatra] Have I ... / Forborne the getting of a lawful race

AYLII.vii.128 [Orlando to Duke Senior] forbear your food a little while

R3 IV.iv.118 [Queen Margaret to Queen Elizabeth] Forbear to sleep the nights

AC V.ii.278 [Clown to Cleopatra, responding to her ‘get thee gone'] Yes, forsooth

1H4 I.iii.138 [Hotspur to Worcester and Northumberland, of King Henry] He will forsooth have all my prisoners

MND III.ii.230 [Helena to Hermia] wherefore doth Lysander … tender me forsooth affection

MW III.ii.5 [Robin to Mistress Page] I had rather, forsooth, go before you like a man

MND I.i.240 [Helena to herself] As waggish boys in game themselves forswear, / So the boy love is peRJured everywhere

RJ III.v.196 [Capulet to Juliet] I'll not be forsworn

TG II.v.2 [Launce to Speed] Forswear not thyself

1H4 II.ii.15 [Falstaff, as if alone, of Poins] I have forsworn his company hourly

3H6 III.ii.153 [Richard to himself] love forswore me in my mother's womb

LLL V.ii.410 [Berowne to Rosaline, of his rhetorical words] I do forswear them

1H4 V.ii.38 [Worcester to Hotspur, of King Henry] now forswearing that he is forsworn [first instance]

MA V.i.162 [Don Pedro to Benedick, quoting Beatrice on Benedick] he swore a thing to me on Monday night, which he forswore on Tuesday morning

RJ I.v.52 [Romeo to himself, of seeing Juliet] Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight!

Cor I.ix.5 [Cominius to Martius] where ladies shall be frighted / And ... hear more

H5 V.ii.226 [King Henry to Katherine] when I come to woo ladies I fright them

MW II.i.125 [Page to Ford, of Nym] Here's a fellow frights English out of his wits

Per V.iii.3 [Pericles to Diana, of himself] Frighted from my country

H5 IV.i.203 [King Henry to Williams] Give me any gage of thine, and I will wear it in my bonnet

R2 IV.i.34 [Fitzwater to Aumerle] There is my gage, Aumerle, in gage to thine

Cor II.iii.96 [Coriolanus to Fourth Citizen, of the people] ’Tis a condition they account gentle

1H6 III.ii.135 [Talbot to Burgundy, of Bedford] A gentler heart did never sway in court

1H6 IV.i.44 [Talbot to all] a hedge-born swain / That doth presume to boast of gentle blood

Oth III.iv.118 [Desdemona to Cassio] thrice-gentle Cassio!

R2 II.iii.45 [Bolingbroke to Percy] I thank thee, gentle Percy

CE V.i.418 [Dromio of Ephesus to Dromio of Syracuse] Methinks you are my glass

Cym IV.i.7 [Cloten alone] it is not vain-glory for a man and his glass to confer in his own chamber

Ham III.i.154 [Ophelia alone, of Hamlet] The glass of fashion

Cym V.i.30 [Posthumus alone] Let me make men know / More valour in me than my habits show

H5 III.vi.111 [Montjoy to King Henry] You know me by my habit

KJ I.i.210 [Bastard alone, of himself] not alone in habit and device

TG II.vii.39 [Lucetta to Julia] in what habit will you go along?

CE V.i.184 [Egeon to Duke] Haply I see a friend will save my life

Ham IV.i.40 [Claudius to Gertrude] So haply slander ... may miss our name

R3 I.iv.68 [Clarence to Keeper] My soul is heavy

RJ I.i.137 [Montague to Benvolio, of Romeo] Away from light steals home my heavy son

TG IV.ii.136 [disguised Julia to Host] it hath been the longest night / That e'er I watched, and the most heaviest

AW IV.iv.12 [Helena to Widow and Diana] My husband hies him home

CE III.ii.155 [Antipholus of Syracuse to Dromio of Syracuse] Go, hie thee presently

Ham I.i.155 [Horatio to Marcellus and Barnardo] Th'extravagant and erring spirit hies / To his confine

AYL III.ii.29 [Touchstone to Corin, of a shepherd's life] it fits my humour well

CE II.ii.7 [Antipholus of Syracuse to Dromio of Syracuse] Is your merry humour altered?

R2 V.v.10 [Richard alone] these same thoughts people this little world, / In humours like the people of this world

TNK V.ii.36 [Doctor to Wooer, of the Gaoler's Daughter] The melancholy humour that infects her

humour (n.) 2--6,(v.); HUMOURS

AC II.ii.160[Antony to Caesar, of Pompey] I must thank him only, / Lest my remembrance suffer ill report

R2 III.iv.80 [Queen Isabel to Gardener] how / Camest thou by this ill tidings?

1H6 IV.i.74 [King to Talbot, of Burgundy] Let him perceive how ill we brook his treason

R2 V.iii.98 [York to King Henry] Ill mayst thou thrive if thou grant any grace

AW I.iii.213 [Countess to Helena] Had you not lately an intent ... / To go to Paris?

KL II.i.63 [Edmund to Gloucester, of Edgar] I dissuaded him from his intent

LLL V.ii.753 [King to the ladies, of their beauty] fashioning our humours / Even to the opposed end of our intents

R3 I.i.149 [Richard alone] if I fail not in my deep intent

1H6 II.v.94 [Mortimer to Richard] thou seest that I no issue have

KL I.i.66 [Lear to Gonerill] To thine and Albany's issues / Be this perpetual

Mac III.i.64 [Macbeth alone] for Banquo's issue have I filed my mind

H5 V.ii.12 [Queen Isabel to King Henry] happy be the issue ... / Of this good day

Oth III.iii.217 [Iago to Othello] I am to pray you, not to strain my speech / To grosser issues

WT V.iii.128 [Hermione to Perdita] I ... have preserved / Myself to see the issue

Ham V.i.135 [Hamlet to Horatio, of the First Clown] How absolute the knave is!

1H4 II.ii.83 [Falstaff to Travellers] bacon-fed knaves

Ham III.ii.3 [Hamlet to the Players] I had as lief the town crier spoke my lines

1H4 IV.ii.17 [Falstaff alone] I press ... such a commodity of warm slaves as had as lief hear the devil as a drum

Ham I.ii.212 [Horatio to Hamlet] These hands are not more like

Cym IV.ii.236 [Arviragus to Guiderius] use like note and words

3H6 I.ii.75 [York to all, of battles previously won] Why should I not now have the like success?

LLL IV.ii.85 [Costard to Holofernes, of the one most likely to be pierced] he that is likest to a hogshead

AYL I.ii.17 [Celia to Rosalind] nor none is like to have

Ham II.ii.348 [Hamlet to Rosencrantz] it is most like

2H4 V.v.12 [Falstaff to Shallow] if I had had time to have made new liveries

MND I.i.70 [Theseus to Hermia] examine well your blood / Whether ... / You can endure the livery of a nun

Cor V.iii.92 [Coriolanus to the Volscians] Aufidius and you Volsces, mark

Ham II.i.15 [Polonius to Reynaldo] Do you mark this?

2H4 I.ii.123 [Falstaff to Lord Chief Justice] the disease of not listening, the malady of not marking

Mac IV.iii.169 [Ross to Macduff] Where sighs and groans … / Are made, not marked

MND III.i.2 [Quince to all] here’s a marvellous convenient place for our rehearsal

R3 III.v.1 [stage direction] Enter Richard ... and Buckingham, in rotten armour, marvellous ill-favoured

Ham I.v.107 [Hamlet alone] meet it is I set it down

H5 I.ii.255 [Ambassador to King Henry, of the Dauphin] He therefore sends you, meeter for your spirit, / This tun of treasure

Ham I.v.171 [Hamlet to Horatio and Marcellus] As I perchance hereafter shall think meet

2H6 I.iii.158 [Gloucester to King] I say ... York is meetest man / To be your Regent

Mac V.i.16 [Doctor to Gentlewoman, of telling him what she has seen] ’tis most meet you should

AYL II.vii.166 [Jaques to all] second childishness, and mere oblivion

Cym IV.ii.92 [Cloten to Guiderius] to thy mere confusion, thou shalt know / I am son to th’ queen

TS induction.1.21 [First Huntsman to Lord, of a hound following a scent] He cried upon it at the merest loss

AW IV.iii.20 [Second Lord to First Lord, of themselves] Merely our own traitors

AYL III.ii.383 [Rosalind to Orlando] Love is merely a madness

AW II.iii.251 [Lafew to Parolles] Methinkst thou art a general offence

Ham V.ii.98 [Hamlet to Osrick] But yet methinks it is very sultry

Ham V.ii.5 [Hamlet to Horatio] Methought I lay / Worse than the mutines in the bilboes

WT I.ii.154 [Leontes to Hermione] methoughts I did recoil / Twenty-three years

Ham I.iii.41 [Laertes to Ophelia] the morn and liquid dew of youth

Mac IV.iii.4 [Macduff to Malcolm] Each new morn / New widows howl

MM II.iv.71 [Isabella to Angelo] my morn prayer

Tem V.i.307 [Prospero to Alonso] In the morn, / I’ll bring you to your ship

1H4 II.i.33 [Gadshill to Carriers] Good morrow, carriers

2H4 III.i.32 [Warwick to King Henry IV] Many good morrows to your majesty!

H5 IV.chorus.33 [Chorus, of King Henry and his soldiers] Bids them good morrow

MW II.i.32 [Mistress Quickly to Falstaff] Give your worship good morrow

MA V.iv.14 [Leonato to Antonio] You know your office

MND II.ii.8 [Titania to Fairies] Sing me now asleep; / Then to your offices

Tem I.ii.312 [Prospero to Miranda, of Caliban] He ... serves in offices / That profit us

TN III.iv.317 [First Officer to Second Officer, of Antonio] This is the man; do thy office

AC IV.xiv.139 [Anthony to the guards] I have led you oft

Cym V.v.249 [Cornelius to Cymbeline] The queen, sir, very oft importuned me / To temper poisons for her

CE III.i.73 [Antipholus of Ephesus to Dromio of Ephesus] I'll break ope the gate

Ham I.iv.50 [Hamlet to Ghost] why the sepulchre ... Hath oped his ponderous and marble jaws

Tem V.i.45 [Prospero alone] graves at my command / Have waked their sleepers, oped, and let ’em forth

AW III.ii.119 [Helena alone] all the miseries which nature owes

KL I.iv.119 [Fool to Lear] Lend less than thou owest

Mac I.iii.75 [Macbeth to Witches] Say from whence / You owe this strange intelligence

R3 IV.iv.142 [Queen Elizabeth to King Richard] The slaughter of the prince that owed that crown

E3 I.ii.22 [King David to Lorraine] we with England will not enter parley

H5 III.iii.2 [King Henry to the citizens of Harfleur] This is the latest parle we will admit

1H6 III.iii.35 [Pucelle to all, of Burgundy] Summon a parley; we will talk with him

TS I.i.114 [Hortensio to Gremio] the nature of our quarrel yet never brooked parle

CE II.i.78 [Adriana to Dromio of Ephesus] Back, slave, or I will break thy pate across

Cym II.i.7 [First Lord to Cloten, of Cloten’s bowling opponent] You have broke his pate with your bowl

AYL I.ii.49 [Celia to Rosalind, of Touchstone] Per adventure this is not Fortune's work

E3 V.i.22 [Edward to Calais Citizens] You, peradventure, are but servile grooms

KJ V.vi.31 [Hubert to Bastard, of King John] The King / Yet speaks, and peradventure may recover

CE IV.i.39 [Antipholus of Ephesus to Angelo] Per chance I will be there as soon as you

KJ IV.i.114 [Arthur to Hubert, of the fire] it perchance will sparkle in your eyes

CE IV.iii.94 [Courtesan alone, of Antipholus of Syracuse] He rushed into my house and took perforce / My ring away

R2 II.iii.120 [Bolingbroke to York] my rights and royalties / Plucked from my arms perforce

E3 III.i.182 [Mariner to King John, ofthe navies] we perforce were fain to give them way

R2 V.ii.35 [York to Duchess of York] The hearts of men, they must perforce have melted

AW II.i.185 [King to Helena] thy physic I will try

2H4 IV.v.16 [Prince Henry to Clarence, of King Henry IV] If he be sick with joy, he'll recover without physic

MM IV.vi.7 [Isabella to Mariana, of the Duke speaking against her] ’tis a physic / That's bitter to sweet end

RJ II.iii.48 [Romeo to Friar, of Juliet] Both our remedies / Within thy help and holy physic lies

3H6 III.i.49 [King to himself] To strengthen and support King Edward's place

Mac I.iv.37 [King to all] Sons, kinsmen, thanes, / And you whose places are the nearest

Oth I.iii.235 [Othello to Duke] I crave fit disposition for my wife, / Due reference of place and exhibition

Per V.i.19 [Helicanus to Lysimachus] what is your place?

2H4 II.iv.351 [Peto to Prince Henry] there are twenty weak and wearied posts / Come from the north

2H6 III.i.282 [stage direction] Enter a Post

3H6 V.i.1 [Warwick to all] Where is the post that came from valiant Oxford?

Mac I.iii.97 [Ross to Macbeth] As thick as hail / Came post with post

Cor I.ii.9 [Aufidius to all, reading a letter about the Romans] They have pressed a power

1H6 II.ii.33 [Burgundy to all, of the French] We'll follow them with all the power we have

1H6 V.ii.5 [Alençon to Charles] keep not back your powers in dalliance

R2 III.ii.211 [King Richard to all] That power I have, discharge

CE II.ii.202 [Luciana to Dromio of Syracuse] Why pratest thou to thyself

Cor I.i.46 [First Citizen to all] Why stand we prating here?

Ham V.i.276 [Hamlet to Laertes] if thou prate of mountains

Cor III.i.211 [Brutus to all] Martius is worthy / Of present death

Ham V.i.291 [Claudius to Laertes] We'll put the matter to the present push

TNK II.i.277 [Gaoler to Arcite] you must presently to th'Duke

CE III.ii.155 [Antipholus of Syracuse to Dromio of Syracuse] Go, hie thee presently

KL I.iv.235 [Gonerill to Lear] understand my purposes aright

Mac II.ii.52 [Lady Macbeth to Macbeth] Infirm of purpose!

MM V.i.310 [Escalus to disguised Duke] we will know his purpose

AW I.iii.83 [Clown to Countess] One in ten, quoth’a!

AYL II.i.51 [First Lord to Duke Senior, of Jaques] ‘’Tis right,’ quoth he

CE II.i.62 [Dromio of Ephesus to Adriana] ‘’Tis dinner-time,’ quoth I

1H4 II.i.49 [Chamberlain to Gadshill] At hand, quoth pick-purse

CE IV.iv.72 [Antipholus of Ephesus to Dromio of Ephesus, of Adriana] Didst not her kitchen-maid rail, taunt, and sCorn me?

H5 II.ii.41 [King Henry to Exeter] Enlarge the man committed yesterday / That railed against our person

R2 V.v.90 [Richard, as if to his horse] Why do I rail on thee

TN I.v.89 [Olivia to Malvolio] There is no slander in an allowed fool, though he do nothing but rail

AW I.iii.129 [Countess to herself] our remembrances of days foregone

Cym III.i.2 [Lucius to Cymbeline, of Caesar] whose remembrance yet / Lives in men's eyes

LLL V.ii.805 [Princess to King] For the remembrance of my father's death

MA I.iii.56 [Borachio to Don John] comes me the Prince and Claudio ... in sad conference

MA III.ii.15 [Leonato to Benedick] methinks you are sadder [than you were]

MND II.i.51 [Puck to Fairy] The wisest aunt telling the saddest tale / Sometime for threefoot stool mistaketh me

MV I.i.1 [Antonio to Salerio and Solanio] In sooth I know not why I am so sad

1H4 II.ii.59 [Prince Hal to all, of the travellers] if they scape from your encounter, then they light on us

MW III.v.107 [Falstaff to Ford as Brook] It was a miracle to 'scape suffocation

AC I.v.62 [Alexas to Cleopatra] twenty several messengers

Cor I.viii.1 [stage direction] Enter Martius and Aufidius at several doors

E3 I.i.168 [Prince Edward to all] Then cheerfully forward, each a several way

LLL V.ii.125 [Boyet to Princess, of the King's party knowing their ladies] By favours several which they did bestow

MND V.i.407 [Oberon to all] Every fairy take his gait, / And each several chamber bless

Cym I.ii.17 [Innogen to Posthumus] I something fear my father's wrath

Ham I.iii.121 [Polonius to Ophelia] Be something scanter of your maiden presence

2H4 I.ii.189 [Falstaff to Lord Chief Justice] I was born [with] ... something a round belly

KL I.i.20 [Gloucester to Kent, of Edmund] this knave came something saucily to the world

Tem III.i.58 [Miranda to Ferdinand] I prattle / Something too wildly

AYL I.ii.23 [Rosalind to Celia] I will [be merry], coz, and devise sports

AYL I.ii.124 [Touchstone to Le Beau] what is the sport ... that the ladies have lost?

Ham III.ii.227 [Second Player, as Queen, to her King] Sport and repose lock from me day and night

1H6 II.ii.45 [Burgundy to all] I see our wars / Will turn unto a peaceful comic sport

LLL V.ii.153 [Princess to Boyet] There's no such sport as sport by sport o'erthrown

Ham III.i.175 [Claudius to Polonius, of Hamlet] his brains still beating

1H4 V.ii.6 [Worcester to Vernon, of King Henry] He will suspect us still

E3 IV.iv.72 [Herald to Prince Edward, of King John] He straight will fold his bloody colours up

1H6 IV.iv.40 [Somerset to Lucy] I will dispatch the horsemen straight

CE IV.i.69 [Second Merchant to Officer, of Angelo] arrest him at my suit

Cor V.iii.135 [Volumnia to Coriolanus, of the Romans and Volsces] our suit / Is that you reconcile them

1H4 I.ii.191 [Prince Hal to Poins, of Eastcheap] There I'll sup

2H4 II.ii.139 [Prince Henry to Bardolph, of Falstaff] Where sups he?

Oth V.i.117 [Iago to Emilia] Go know of Cassio where he supped tonight

Oth V.i.54 [Cassio to Iago] I am spoiled, undone by villains!

RJ III.ii.38 [Nurse to Juliet] We are undone, lady

WT IV.iv.450 [Shepherd to Florizel] You have undone a man of fours core three

MV III.ii.59 [Portia to Bassanio, of the Trojan wives] With bleared visages come forth to view / The issue of th'exploit

RJ I.iv.29 [Mercutio to Romeo] Give me a case to put my visage in

Cor II.iii.76 [Coriolanus to Second Citizen] Your good voice, sir. What say you?

Cor II.iii.155 [First Citizen to Sicinius, of Coriolanus] He has our voices

Ham I.ii.150 [Hamlet alone] a beast that wants discourse of reason / Would have mourned longer

1H6 I.i.143 [Bedford to Third Messenger, of Talbot] such a worthy leader, wanting aid

AW III.v.65 [Widow to Diana, of Helena] I warrant, good creature, wheresoe’er she is, / Her heart weighs sadly

AYL I.ii.192 [Charles to Duke] I warrant your grace

Ham III.iii.29 [Polonius to Claudius, of Gertrude and Hamlet] I'll warrant she'll tax him home

1H6 II.v.95 [Mortimer to Richard] thou seest that ... my fainting words do warrant death

TNK III.vi.68 [Palamon to Arcite] I'll warrant thee I'll strike home

Tem I.ii.139 [Prospero to Miranda] Well demanded, wench

Tem I.ii.480 [Prospero to Miranda] Foolish wench!

TNK II.iii.12 [Gaoler’s Daughter alone] I pitied him, / And so would any young wench

CE II.ii.93 [Antipholus of Syracuse to Dromio of Syracuse] thou didst conclude hairy men plain dealers, without wit

1H6 I.ii.73 [Pucelle to Dauphin] I am by birth a shepherd's daughter, / My wit untrained in any kind of art

AYL IV.i.151 [Rosalind (as Ganymede) to Orlando] Make the doors upon a woman's wit, and it will out at the casement

AYL V.i.11 [Touchstone to himself] we that have good wits have much to answer for

CE II.ii.162 [Luciana to Antipholus of Syracuse] When were you wont to use my sister thus?

CE IV.iv.35 [Dromio of Ephesus to Antipholus of Ephesus, of beating] I bear it on my shoulders, as a beggar wont her brat [i.e. habitually does to her child]

1H6 I.ii.14 [Regnier to all] Talbot is taken, whom we wont to fear

3H6 II.vi.76 [Warwick to dead Clifford] swear as thou wast wont

AC I.v.22 [Cleopatra to Charmian, as if to Antony’s horse] wot’st thou whom thou mov’st?

1H6 IV.vi.32 [Talbot to his son] too much folly is it, well I wot

1H6 IV.vii.55 [Lucy to Charles, of the word 'submission'] We English warriors wot not what it means

R3 II.iii.18 [Third Citizen to others] Stood the state so? No, no, good friends, God wot!

WT III.ii.75 [Hermione to Leontes] the gods themselves, / Wotting no more than I, are ignorant

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