Kent-Drury
English 312 Midterm Quotations

1.  (...say...what thou desirest to eat.) Truly, a peck of provender. I could munch your good dry oats...sweet hay...
2.  ...For 'tis the mind that makes the body rich,/And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds/So honor peereth in the meanest habit...
3.  ...place your hands below your husband's foot,/In token of which duty, if he please,/My hand is ready, may it do him ease.
4.  ...thus the whirligig of time brings in his revenges.
5.  A pretty peat! It is best put finger in the eye, and she knew why.
6.  All right men, skin out of the skivvies. Let's give them a whiff of man, full strength. No point in muffing the essential us.
7.  and fear no enmity?
8.  Asses are made to bear and so are you.
9.  Ay, but he'll have but a year in all these ducats. He's a very fool and a prodigal.
10.  Bring the crowbars. I'll jack these women back on the pedestals.
11.  Calling my officers about me, in my branched velvet gown; having come from a day bed, where I have left Olivia sleeping--
12.  Consider the city as fleece, recently shorn. The first step is cleansing: scrub it in a public bath, and remove all corruption, offal, and sheepdip...
13.  Either to die the death, or to abjure forever the society of men...
14.  Excellent wench, say I.
15.  Forward, I pray, since we have come so far, /And be it moon or sun or what you please./And if you please to call it a rush-candle,/Henceforth I vow it shall be for me.
16.  Good madam, let me see your face.
17.  H'as been told so; and he says he'll stand at your door like a sheriff's post, and be the supporter to a bench, but he'll speak with you.
18.  He will come to her in yellow stockings, and 'tis a color she abhors, and cross-gartered, a fashion she detests...
19.  Head, and butt! an hasty-witted body/ Would say your head and butt were head and horn.
20.  Here, you hurry to bed while I undress.
21.  I am ashamed that women are so simple/To offer war where they should kneel for peace,/Or seek for rule, supremacy and sway,/When they are bound to serve, love, and obey.
22.  I give him curses, yet he gives me love.
23.  I pray thee, gentle mortal, sing again:/Mine ear is much enamored of thy note;/So is mine eye enthralled to thy shape;/And thy fair virtue's force perforce doth move me/On the first view to say, to swear, I love thee.
24.  I pray you, husband, be not so disquiet./The meat was well if you were so contented.
25.  I pray you, sir, is it your will to make a stale of me amongst these mates?
26.  I see our way to salvation in just such ornamentation --in slippers and slips, rouge and perfumes, negligees and decolletage...
27.  I will not trust you, I,/Nor longer stay in your curst company./Your hands than mine are quicker for a fray,/My legs are longer though, to run away.
28.  I would my Father looked but with my eyes.
29.  If music be the food of love, play on,/Give me excess of it, that surfeiting,/The apetite may sicken, and so die.
30.  If we shadows have offended/Think but this, and all is mended:/That you have but slum'red here,/While these visions did appear./And this weak and idle theme, /No more yielding than a dream
31.  I'm destroyed if this is drawn out much longer.
32.  I'm positively ashamed to be a woman--a member of a sex which can't even live up to male slanders.
33.  Let me play the lion too. I will roar that I will do any man's heart to hear me. I will roar, that I will make the Duke say, "Let him roar again, let him roar again."
34.  Life with women is hell/Life without women is hell, too.
35.  Love can transpose to form and dignity,/Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,/And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind./Nor hath Love's mind of any judgment taste;/Wings, and no eyes, figure unheedy haste:/And therefore is Love said to be a child,/Because in choice he is so oft beguiled...
36.  Methinks I see these things with parted eye, when everything seems double.
37.  Moved! In good time, let him that moved you hither/Remove you hence. I knew you at the first /You were a movable.
38.  My cherry lips have often kissed thy stones, thy stones with lime and hair knit up in thee.
39.  My master lovers her dearly;/And I (poor monster) fond as much on him; /And she (mistaken) seems to dote on me./What will become of this? As I am man,/My state is desperate for my master's love. /As I am woman (now alas the day!), /What thriftless sights shall poor Olivia breathe?/O Time, thou must untangle this, not I;/It is too hard a knot for me t'untie.
40.  No profit is made where is no pleasure taken...
41.  Nor wit nor reason can my passion hide./Do not extort thy reasons from this clause,/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.
42.  O me! You juggler! You canker blossom!/You thief of love! What, have you come by night/And stol'n my love's heart from him?
43.  O mistress Persuasion, o cup of devotion,/Attend our invocation: accept this oblation,/Grant our petition, favor our mission.
44.  O, by your leave, I pray you. /I bade you never speak again/Of him; But would you undertake /Another suite, I had rather hear/You to solicit that than music /From the spheres.
45.  O, then unfold the passion of my love;/Surprise her with discourse of my dear faith;/It shall become thee well to act my woes/She will attend it better in thy youth/Than in a nuncio's of more grave aspect.
46.  Out o'tune, sir? Ye lie. Art any more than a steward? Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale?
47.  Pardon, old father, my mistaking eyes that have been so bedazzled with the sun that everything I took on seemeth green. Now I perceive thou art a reverend
48.  Puppet? Why so? Ay, that way goes the game./Now I perceive that she hath made compare/Between our statures; she hath urged her height,/And with her personage, her tall personage,/Her height, forsooth, she hath prevailed with him./And ar you grown so high in his esteem,/Because I am so dwarfish and so low? /How low am I, thou painted maypole? /Speak! How low am I? I am not yet so low/But that my ails can reach unto thine eyes.
49.  Relax? I'm dying a slow death by dry goods.
50.  Run after that same peevish messenger,/The County's man. He left this ring behind him/Would I or not. Tell him I'll none of it.
51.  Shuckins, whut fer you tweedlin' me up so? I feel like a heifer come fair-time.
52. Sir, my mistress sends you word that she is busy and she cannot come.
53.  Sister, content you in my discontent. /Sir, to your pleasure humbly I subscribe./My books and instruments shall be my company,/On them to look, and practice by myself.
54.  Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon 'em.
55.  Tarry, rash wanton; am not I thy Lord?
56.  Thanks--but you try mine. Come to bed, you witch--and please stop bringing things!
57.  The devil a Puritan that he is, or anything constantly but a time-pleaser; and affectioned ass, that cons state without book and utters it by great swarths; the best persuaded of himself; so crammed, as he thinks, with excellencies that it is his grounds of faith that all that look on him love him; and on that vice in him will my revenge find notable cause to work.
58.  The more fool, Madonna, to mourn for your brother's soul, being in heaven. Take away the fool gentlemen.
59.  The poorest service is repaid with thanks, and so shall mine before you touch the meat.
60.  The wager thou has won, and I will add/Unto their losses twenty thousand crowns,/Another dowry to another daughter.
61.  The woman's laid me waste--destroyed me, root and branch! I'm scuttled, gutted, up the spout!
62.  Then God be blessed, it is the blessed sun./But sun it is not when you say it is not,/And the moon changes even as your mind./What you will have it named, even that it is...
63.  There is no woman's sides/ Can bide the beating of so strong a passion/As love doth give my heart; no woman's heart/So big to hold so much; they lack retention.
64.  This is the way to kill a wife with kindness;/And thus I'll curb her mad and headstrong humor./He that knows better how t tame a shrew,/Now let him speak.
65.  This is the woman, but not this the man.
66.  Thou hast by moonlight at her window sung,/With feigning voice, verses of feigning love,/And stol'n the impression of her fantasy/With bracelets of thy hair, rings, gauds, conceits,/Knacks, trifles, nosegays, sweetmeats, messengers/Of strong prevailment in unhardened youth./With cunning hast thou filched my daughter's heart,/Turned her obedience, which is due to me,/To stubborn harshness.
67.  Utter sluts, the entire sex! Will-power, nil. We're perfect raw material for Tragedy, the stuff of heroic lays. "Go to bed with a god and then get rid of the baby"--that sums us up!
68.  We can force our husbands to negotiate peace, ladies, by exercising steadfast self-control--by total abstinence.
69.  What did you expect? We're not slaves; we're freeborn women, and when we're scorned, we're full of fury. Never underestimate the power of a woman.
70.  What hempen homespuns have we swagg'ring here,/So near the cradle of the Fairy Queen?/What, a play toward! I'll ben an auditor;/An actor too perhaps, if I see cause.
71.  What means this lady?/Fortune forbid my outside have not charmed her./She made good view of me; indeed, so much/That sure methought her eyes had lost her tongue,/For she did speak in starts distractedly./She loves me sure; cunning of her passion/Invites me in this churlish messenger...I am the man.
72.  What the plague means my niece to take the death of her brother thus? I am sure care's an enemy to life.
73.  What, will you not suffer me? Nay, now I see she is your treasure, she must have a husband; I must dance barefoot on her wedding day, and, for your love to her, lead apes in hell. Talk not to me; I will go sit and weep till I can find occasion of revenge.
74.  Wherefore was I to this keen mockery born?/When at you rhands did I deserve this scorn?
75.  Young budding virgin, fair and fresh and sweet,/ Whither away, or where is thy abode?
76.  Your duty is clear. Pop him on the griddle, twist the spit, braize him, baste him, stew him in his own juice, do him to a turn. Sear him with kisses, coyness, caresses, everything--but stop where our oath begins.
77.  Your wrongs do set a scandale on my sex. /We cannot fight for love, as men may do;/We should be wooed, and were not made to woo.