Do not swear at all;
Or...

Do not swear at all;
Or if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self,
Which is the god of my idolatry,
And I'll believe thee.

So soon as ever thou seest him...

So soon as ever thou seest him, draw; and as thou draw'st, swear
horrible; for it comes to pass oft that a terrible oath, with a
swaggering accent sharply twanged off, gives manhood more
approbation than ever proof itself would have earned him.

Prithee, friend,
Pour o...

Prithee, friend,
Pour out the pack of matter to mine ear,
The good and the bad together: he's friends with Caesar,
In state of health, thou say'st, and thou say'st, free.

Ram thou fruitful tidings in m...

Ram thou fruitful tidings in mine ears,
That long time have been barren.

Though it be honest, it is nev...

Though it be honest, it is never good
To bring bad news; give to a gracious message
An host of tongues, but let ill tidings tell
Themselves when they be felt.

(Celia:) Here come Monsieur L...

(Celia:) Here come Monsieur Le Beau.
(Rosalind:) With his mouth full of news.
(Celia:) Which he will put on us as pigeons feed their young.
(Rosalind:) Then shall we be news-crammed.

If't be summer news,
Sm...

If't be summer news,
Smile to't before; if winterly, thou need'st
But keep that count'nance still.

There's villainous news abroad...

There's villainous news abroad.

Yet the first bringer of unwel...

Yet the first bringer of unwelcome news
Hath but a losing office, and his tongue
Sounds ever after as a sullen bell,
Rememb'red tolling a departing friend.

(Pistol:) And tidings do I br...

(Pistol:) And tidings do I bring and lucky joys
And golden times and happy news of price.
(Falstaff:) I pray thee now, deliver them like a man of this
world.

Ten day ago I drowned these ne...

Ten day ago I drowned these news in tears;
And now, to add more measure to your woes,
I come to tell you things sith then befallen.

O, my sweet sir, news fitting ...

O, my sweet sir, news fitting to the night,
Black, fearful, comfortless, and horrible.

My heart hath one poor string ...

My heart hath one poor string to stay it by,
Which holds but till thy news be uttered,
And then all this thou seest is but a clod
And module of confounded royalty.

Master, master, old news! And...

Master, master, old news! And such news as you never heard of!

How goes it now, sir? This ne...

How goes it now, sir? This news which is called true is so like
an old tale that the verity of it is in strong suspicion.

O shame, where is thy blush?...

O shame, where is thy blush?

Mort de ma vie! all is confou...

Mort de ma vie! all is confounded, all!
Reproach and everlasting shame
Sits mocking in our plumes.

He was not born to shame.

He was not born to shame.
Upon his brow shame is ashamed to sit;
For 'tis a throne where honor may be crowned
Sole monarch of the universal earth.

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And wilt thou still be hammeri...

And wilt thou still be hammering treachery
To tumble down thy husband and thyself
From top of honor to disgrace's feet?

And then it started, like a gu...

And then it started, like a guilty thing
Upon a fearful summons.