LUCIO. Grace is grace, despite of all controversy; as, for example, thou thyself art a wicked villain, despite of all grace.

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LUCIO. Grace is grace, despite of all
controversy as, for example, thou thyself art a
wicked villain, despite of all grace. FIRST
GENTLEMAN. Well, there went but a pair of shears
between us. LUCIO. I grant as there may between
the lists and the velvet. Thou art the list.
FIRST GENTLEMAN. And thou the velvet thou art
good velvet thou'rt a three-pil'd piece, I
warrant thee. I had as lief be a list of an
English kersey as be pil'd, as thou art pil'd,
for a French velvet. Do I speak feelingly now?
LUCIO. I think thou dost and, indeed, with most
painful feeling of thy speech. I will, out of
thine own confession, learn to begin thy health
but, whilst I live, forget to drink after thee.
FIRST GENTLEMAN. I think I have done myself
wrong, have I not? SECOND GENTLEMAN. Yes, that
thou hast, whether thou art tainted or free.
LUCIO. Behold, behold, where Madam Mitigation
comes! I have purchas'd as many diseases under
her roof as come to- SECOND GENTLEMAN. To what,
I pray? FIRST GENTLEMAN. Judge. SECOND
GENTLEMAN. To three thousand dolours a year.
FIRST GENTLEMAN. Ay, and more. LUCIO. A French
crown more. FIRST GENTLEMAN. Thou art always
figuring diseases in me, but thou art full of
error I am sound. LUCIO. Nay, not, as one would
say, healthy but so sound as things that are
hollow thy bones are hollow impiety has made a
feast of thee.
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LUCIO. Grace is grace, despite of all
controversy as, for example, thou thyself art a
wicked villain, despite of all grace. FIRST
GENTLEMAN. Well, there went but a pair of shears
between us. LUCIO. I grant as there may between
the lists and the velvet. Thou art the list.
FIRST GENTLEMAN. And thou the velvet thou art
good velvet thou'rt a three-pil'd piece, I
warrant thee. I had as lief be a list of an
English kersey as be pil'd, as thou art pil'd,
for a French velvet. Do I speak feelingly now?
LUCIO. I think thou dost and, indeed, with most
painful feeling of thy speech. I will, out of
thine own confession, learn to begin thy health
but, whilst I live, forget to drink after thee.
FIRST GENTLEMAN. I think I have done myself
wrong, have I not? SECOND GENTLEMAN. Yes, that
thou hast, whether thou art tainted or free.
LUCIO. Behold, behold, where Madam Mitigation
comes! I have purchas'd as many diseases under
her roof as come to- SECOND GENTLEMAN. To what,
I pray? FIRST GENTLEMAN. Judge. SECOND
GENTLEMAN. To three thousand dolours a year.
FIRST GENTLEMAN. Ay, and more. LUCIO. A French
crown more. FIRST GENTLEMAN. Thou art always
figuring diseases in me, but thou art full of
error I am sound. LUCIO. Nay, not, as one would
say, healthy but so sound as things that are
hollow thy bones are hollow impiety has made a
feast of thee.
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LUCIO. Grace is grace, despite of all
controversy as, for example, thou thyself art a
wicked villain, despite of all grace. FIRST
GENTLEMAN. Well, there went but a pair of shears
between us. LUCIO. I grant as there may between
the lists and the velvet. Thou art the list.
FIRST GENTLEMAN. And thou the velvet thou art
good velvet thou'rt a three-pil'd piece, I
warrant thee. I had as lief be a list of an
English kersey as be pil'd, as thou art pil'd,
for a French velvet. Do I speak feelingly now?
LUCIO. I think thou dost and, indeed, with most
painful feeling of thy speech. I will, out of
thine own confession, learn to begin thy health
but, whilst I live, forget to drink after thee.
FIRST GENTLEMAN. I think I have done myself
wrong, have I not? SECOND GENTLEMAN. Yes, that
thou hast, whether thou art tainted or free.
LUCIO. Behold, behold, where Madam Mitigation
comes! I have purchas'd as many diseases under
her roof as come to- SECOND GENTLEMAN. To what,
I pray? FIRST GENTLEMAN. Judge. SECOND
GENTLEMAN. To three thousand dolours a year.
FIRST GENTLEMAN. Ay, and more. LUCIO. A French
crown more. FIRST GENTLEMAN. Thou art always
figuring diseases in me, but thou art full of
error I am sound. LUCIO. Nay, not, as one would
say, healthy but so sound as things that are
hollow thy bones are hollow impiety has made a
feast of thee.
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LUCIO. Grace is grace, despite of all
controversy as, for example, thou thyself art a
wicked villain, despite of all grace. FIRST
GENTLEMAN. Well, there went but a pair of shears
between us. LUCIO. I grant as there may between
the lists and the velvet. Thou art the list.
FIRST GENTLEMAN. And thou the velvet thou art
good velvet thou'rt a three-pil'd piece, I
warrant thee. I had as lief be a list of an
English kersey as be pil'd, as thou art pil'd,
for a French velvet. Do I speak feelingly now?
LUCIO. I think thou dost and, indeed, with most
painful feeling of thy speech. I will, out of
thine own confession, learn to begin thy health
but, whilst I live, forget to drink after thee.
FIRST GENTLEMAN. I think I have done myself
wrong, have I not? SECOND GENTLEMAN. Yes, that
thou hast, whether thou art tainted or free.
LUCIO. Behold, behold, where Madam Mitigation
comes! I have purchas'd as many diseases under
her roof as come to- SECOND GENTLEMAN. To what,
I pray? FIRST GENTLEMAN. Judge. SECOND
GENTLEMAN. To three thousand dolours a year.
FIRST GENTLEMAN. Ay, and more. LUCIO. A French
crown more. FIRST GENTLEMAN. Thou art always
figuring diseases in me, but thou art full of
error I am sound. LUCIO. Nay, not, as one would
say, healthy but so sound as things that are
hollow thy bones are hollow impiety has made a
feast of thee.
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LUCIO. Grace is grace, despite of all
controversy as, for example, thou thyself art a
wicked villain, despite of all grace. FIRST
GENTLEMAN. Well, there went but a pair of shears
between us. LUCIO. I grant as there may between
the lists and the velvet. Thou art the list.
FIRST GENTLEMAN. And thou the velvet thou art
good velvet thou'rt a three-pil'd piece, I
warrant thee. I had as lief be a list of an
English kersey as be pil'd, as thou art pil'd,
for a French velvet. Do I speak feelingly now?
LUCIO. I think thou dost and, indeed, with most
painful feeling of thy speech. I will, out of
thine own confession, learn to begin thy health
but, whilst I live, forget to drink after thee.
FIRST GENTLEMAN. I think I have done myself
wrong, have I not? SECOND GENTLEMAN. Yes, that
thou hast, whether thou art tainted or free.
LUCIO. Behold, behold, where Madam Mitigation
comes! I have purchas'd as many diseases under
her roof as come to- SECOND GENTLEMAN. To what,
I pray? FIRST GENTLEMAN. Judge. SECOND
GENTLEMAN. To three thousand dolours a year.
FIRST GENTLEMAN. Ay, and more. LUCIO. A French
crown more. FIRST GENTLEMAN. Thou art always
figuring diseases in me, but thou art full of
error I am sound. LUCIO. Nay, not, as one would
say, healthy but so sound as things that are
hollow thy bones are hollow impiety has made a
feast of thee.
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England
Ireland
Holland
Spain
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ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE. Then she bears some
breadth? DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. No longer from head
to foot than from hip to hip she
is spherical, like a globe I could find
out countries in her. ANTIPHOLUS OF
SYRACUSE. In what part of her body stands
Ireland? DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. Marry, sir, in her
buttocks I found it out by the
bogs. ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE. Where
Scotland? DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. I found it by the
barrenness, hard in the palm of the
hand. ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE. Where
France? DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. In her forehead,
arm'd and reverted, making war
against her heir. ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE. Where
England? DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. I look'd for the
chalky cliffs, but I could find no
whiteness in them but I guess it stood in her
chin, by the salt rheum that ran
between France and it. ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.
Where Spain? DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. Faith, I saw it
not, but I felt it hot in her
breath.
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Th' expense of spirit in a waste of
shame Is lust in action, and till
action, lust Is perjured, murd'rous,
bloody full of blame, Savage,
extreme, rude, cruel, not to trust,
Enjoyed no sooner but despised straight,
Past reason hunted, and no sooner had
Past reason hated as a swallowed bait,
On purpose laid to make the taker mad.
Mad in pursuit and in possession so,
Had, having, and in quest, to have
extreme, A bliss in proof and
proved, a very woe, Before a joy
proposed behind a dream. All this
the world well knows yet none knows well,
To shun the heaven that leads men to this
hell.
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TOUCHSTONE. Amen. A man may, if he were of a
fearful heart, stagger in this
attempt for here we have no temple but the wood,
no assembly but horn-beasts. But
what though? Courage! As horns are
odious, they are necessary. It is said 'Many a
man knows no end of his goods.'
Right! Many a man has good horns and knows no
end of them. Well, that is the
dowry of his wife 'tis none of his
own getting. Horns? Even so. Poor men alone? No,
no the noblest deer hath them as
huge as the rascal. Is the single man therefore
blessed? No as a wall'd town is more
worthier than a village, so is the
forehead of a married man more honourable than
the bare brow of a bachelor and by
how much defence is better than no
skill, by so much is horn more precious than to
want. Here comes Sir Oliver.
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ROSALIND. Why, horns which such as you are fain
to be beholding to your wives for
but he comes armed in his fortune, and prevents
the slander of his wife. ORLANDO.
Virtue is no horn-maker and my Rosalind is
virtuous.
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CELIA. You have simply misus'd our sex in your
love-prate. We must have your
doublet and hose pluck'd over your head, and show
the world what the bird hath done
to her own nest.
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LUCIO. Why, what a ruthless thing is this in
him, for the rebellion of a
codpiece to take away the life of a man! Would
the Duke that is absent have done
this? Ere he would have hang'd a man for the
getting a hundred bastards, he would
have paid for the nursing a
thousand. He had some feeling of the sport he
knew the service, and that
instructed him to mercy. DUKE. I never heard the
absent Duke much detected for women he was
not inclin'd that way. LUCIO. O, sir,
you are deceiv'd. DUKE. 'Tis not possible.
LUCIO. Who- not the Duke? Yes, your beggar of
fifty and his use was to put a
ducat in her clack-dish. The Duke had crotchets
in him. He would be drunk too that
let me inform you.
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What shall he have that kill'd
the deer? His leather skin and
horns to wear.
The rest shall hear this burden
Then sing him home. Take
thou no scorn to wear the horn
It was a crest ere thou wast born.
Thy father's father wore it And
thy father bore it. The horn, the
horn, the lusty horn, Is not a
thing to laugh to scorn.