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Hamlet, Prince of Denmark Act 1, Scene 5 (Folio)
Hamlet, Prince of Denmark Act 1, Scene 5 (Folio)
Ham.
I, thou poore Ghost, while memory holds a seate
In this distracted Globe: Remember thee?
Yea, from the TABLE of my Memory,
Ile wipe away all triuiall fond Records,
All sawes of Bookes, all formes, all presures past,
That youth and obseruation coppied there;
And thy Commandment all alone shall liue
Within the Booke and Volume of my Braine,
Vnmixt with baser matter; YES YES, by Heauen:
Oh most pernicious woman!
Oh Villaine, Villaine, smiling damned Villaine!
My TABLEs, my TABLEs; meet it is I set it downe,
That one may smile, and smile and be a Villaine;
At least I'm sure it may be so in Denmarke;
So Vnckle there you are: now to my word;
It is; Adue, Adue, Remember me: I haue sworn't.
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Hamlet, Prince of Denmark Act 1, Scene 5 (Quarto 2)
I, thou poore Ghost, while memory holds a seate
In this distracted Globe: Remember thee?
Yea, from the TABLE of my Memory,
Ile wipe away all triuiall fond Records,
All sawes of Bookes, all formes, all presures past,
That youth and obseruation coppied there;
And thy Commandment all alone shall liue
Within the Booke and Volume of my Braine,
Vnmixt with baser matter; YES YES, by Heauen:
Oh most pernicious woman!
Oh Villaine, Villaine, smiling damned Villaine!
My TABLEs, my TABLEs; meet it is I set it downe,
That one may smile, and smile and be a Villaine;
At least I'm sure it may be so in Denmarke;
So Vnckle there you are: now to my word;
It is; Adue, Adue, Remember me: I haue sworn't.
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Hamlet, Prince of Denmark Act 1, Scene 5 (Quarto 2)
Ham. O all you host of heauen, o earth, what els,
And shall I coupple hell, o fie, hold, hold my hart,
And you my sinnowes, growe not instant old,
But beare me swiftly vp; remember thee,
I thou poore Ghost whiles memory holds a seate
In this distracted globe, remember thee,
Yea, from the TABLE of my memory
Ile wipe away all triuiall fond records,
All sawes of bookes, all formes, all pressures past
That youth and obseruation coppied there,
And thy commandement all alone shall liue,
Within the booke and volume of my braine
Vnmixt with baser matter, YES by heauen,
O most pernicious woman.
O villaine, villaine, smiling damned villaine,
My TABLEs, meet it is I set it downe
That one may smile, and smile, and be a villaine,
At least I am sure it may be so in Denmarke.
So Vncle, there you are, now to my word,
It is adew, adew, remember me.
I haue sworn't.
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Hamlet, Prince of Denmark Act 1, Scene 5 (Quarto 1)
And shall I coupple hell, o fie, hold, hold my hart,
And you my sinnowes, growe not instant old,
But beare me swiftly vp; remember thee,
I thou poore Ghost whiles memory holds a seate
In this distracted globe, remember thee,
Yea, from the TABLE of my memory
Ile wipe away all triuiall fond records,
All sawes of bookes, all formes, all pressures past
That youth and obseruation coppied there,
And thy commandement all alone shall liue,
Within the booke and volume of my braine
Vnmixt with baser matter, YES by heauen,
O most pernicious woman.
O villaine, villaine, smiling damned villaine,
My TABLEs, meet it is I set it downe
That one may smile, and smile, and be a villaine,
At least I am sure it may be so in Denmarke.
So Vncle, there you are, now to my word,
It is adew, adew, remember me.
I haue sworn't.
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Hamlet, Prince of Denmark Act 1, Scene 5 (Quarto 1)
Ham. O all you hoste of heauen! O earth, what else?
And shall I couple hell; remember thee?
YES thou poore Ghost; from the TABLEs
Of my memorie, ile wipe away all sawes of Bookes,
All triuiall fond conceites
That euer youth, or else obseruance noted,
And thy remembrance, all alone shall sit.
YES, YES, by heauen, a damnd pernitious villaine,
Murderons, bawdy, smiling damned villaine,
(My TABLEs) meet it is I set it downe,
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Troilus and Cressida Act 1, Scene 1
And shall I couple hell; remember thee?
YES thou poore Ghost; from the TABLEs
Of my memorie, ile wipe away all sawes of Bookes,
All triuiall fond conceites
That euer youth, or else obseruance noted,
And thy remembrance, all alone shall sit.
YES, YES, by heauen, a damnd pernitious villaine,
Murderons, bawdy, smiling damned villaine,
(My TABLEs) meet it is I set it downe,
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Troilus and Cressida Act 1, Scene 1
TROILUS: At Priam's royal TABLE do I sit;
And when fair Cressid COMES into my thoughts,--
So, traitor! 'When she COMES!' When is she thence?
And when fair Cressid COMES into my thoughts,--
So, traitor! 'When she COMES!' When is she thence?
Act 2, Scene 3
ACHILLES: Where, where? Art thou COME? why, my cheese,
my digestion, why hast thou not served thyself in to my TABLE
my digestion, why hast thou not served thyself in to my TABLE
so many meals? COME, what's
Agamemnon?
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"This TABLE servith for to entre in to the TABLE
of equacion of the mone on either side."
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http://fly.hiwaay.net/~paul/cryptology/history.html
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"This TABLE servith for to entre in to the TABLE
of equacion of the mone on either side."
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http://fly.hiwaay.net/~paul/cryptology/history.html
Geoffrey Chaucer is considered "the outstanding English
poet
before Shakespeare and 'the first finder of our language'.
In The Equatorie of the Planetis, a supplement to his 1391
_Treatise on the Astrolabe_, Chaucer included 6 passages
before Shakespeare and 'the first finder of our language'.
In The Equatorie of the Planetis, a supplement to his 1391
_Treatise on the Astrolabe_, Chaucer included 6 passages
written in cipher. The cipher system consists of a substitution
alphabet of symbols. The
solution to the cryptogram is:
"This TABLE
servith for to entre in to the TABLE
of equacion of the mone on either side."
of equacion of the mone on either side."
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The Merchant of Venice Act 2, Scene 2
The Merchant of Venice Act 2, Scene 2
LAUNCELOT: Father, in. I cannot get a service, no;
I have ne'er a tongue in my head. Well, if any man in
Italy have a fairer TABLE which doth offer to swear
upon a book, I shall have good fortune.
Italy have a fairer TABLE which doth offer to swear
upon a book, I shall have good fortune.
Act 3, Scene 5
LORENZO: Wilt thou show
the whole wealth of thy wit in an instant? I pray
thee, understand a plain man in his plain meaning:
go to thy fellows; bid them cover the TABLE, serve
in the meat, and we will come in to dinner.
the whole wealth of thy wit in an instant? I pray
thee, understand a plain man in his plain meaning:
go to thy fellows; bid them cover the TABLE, serve
in the meat, and we will come in to dinner.
LAUNCELOT: For the TABLE, sir, it shall be served in;
for the meat, sir, it shall be covered; for your coming
in to dinner, sir, why, let it be as humours and
conceits shall govern.
conceits shall govern.
LORENZO: No, pray thee, let it serve for TABLE-talk;
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Hamlet, Prince of Denmark Act 2, Scene 2
Hamlet, Prince of Denmark Act 2, Scene 2
LORD POLONIUS: If I had play'd the desk or TABLE-book,
Or given my heart a winking, mute and dumb,
Or given my heart a winking, mute and dumb,
Act 4, Scene 3
HAMLET Not where he eats, but where he is eaten: a certain
convocation of politic worms are e'en at him. Your
worm is your only emperor for diet: we fat all
creatures else to fat us, and we fat ourselves for
maggots: your fat king and your lean beggar
convocation of politic worms are e'en at him. Your
worm is your only emperor for diet: we fat all
creatures else to fat us, and we fat ourselves for
maggots: your fat king and your lean beggar
is but variable service, two dishes,
but to one TABLE: that's
the end.
Act 4, Scene 5
OPHELIA: They say the owl was a baker's
daughter.
Lord, we know what we are, but know not
what we may be. God be at your TABLE!
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Hamlet, Prince of Denmark Act 5, Scene 1 (Folio)
Lord, we know what we are, but know not
what we may be. God be at your TABLE!
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Hamlet, Prince of Denmark Act 5, Scene 1 (Folio)
Ham. Let me see. Alas poore Yorick, I knew him Ho-
ratio, a fellow of infinite Iest; of most excellent fancy, he
hath borne me on his backe a thousand times: And how
abhorred my Imagination is, my gorge rises at it. Heere
hung those lipps, that I haue kist I know not how oft.
VVhere be your Iibes now? Your Gambals? Your
Songs? Your flashes of Merriment that were wont
ratio, a fellow of infinite Iest; of most excellent fancy, he
hath borne me on his backe a thousand times: And how
abhorred my Imagination is, my gorge rises at it. Heere
hung those lipps, that I haue kist I know not how oft.
VVhere be your Iibes now? Your Gambals? Your
Songs? Your flashes of Merriment that were wont
to set the TABLE on a
Rore?
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Hamlet, Prince of Denmark Act 5, Scene 1 (Quarto 2)
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Hamlet, Prince of Denmark Act 5, Scene 1 (Quarto 2)
Ham. Alas poore Yoricke, I knew him Horatio, a fellow of infinite
iest, of most excellent fancie, hee hath bore me on his backe a thou-
sand times, and now how abhorred in my imagination it is: my gorge
rises at it. Heere hung those lyppes that I haue kist I know not howe
oft, where be your gibes now? your gamboles, your songs, your fla-
shes of merriment, that were wont to set the TABLE on a roare,
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Hamlet, Prince of Denmark Act 5, Scene 1 (Quarto 1)
Ham. Was this? I prethee let me see it, alas poore YORICKE
I knew him Horatio,
I knew him Horatio,
A fellow of infinite mirth, he hath caried mee twenty times
vpon his back, here hung those lippes that I haue Kissed a
hundred times, and to see, now they abhorre me: Wheres
your iests now YORICKE? your flashes of meriment:
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Sonnet 24
vpon his back, here hung those lippes that I haue Kissed a
hundred times, and to see, now they abhorre me: Wheres
your iests now YORICKE? your flashes of meriment:
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Sonnet 24
Mine eye hath play'd the painter and hath stell'd
Thy beauty's form in TABLE of my heart;
My body is the frame wherein 'tis held,
And perspective it is the painter's art.
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Measure for Measure Act 1, Scene 2
Thy beauty's form in TABLE of my heart;
My body is the frame wherein 'tis held,
And perspective it is the painter's art.
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Measure for Measure Act 1, Scene 2
LUCIO: Thou concludest like the sanctimonious
pirate,
that went to sea with the Ten Commandments,
but scraped one out of the TABLE.
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Hamlet, Prince of Denmark Act 5, Scene 2
that went to sea with the Ten Commandments,
but scraped one out of the TABLE.
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Hamlet, Prince of Denmark Act 5, Scene 2
KING CLAUDIUS: Set me the STOOPS of WINE upon that TABLE.
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FW 18.16: (STOOP) if you are abcedminded, to this claybook, what
curios of signs (please STOOP), in this allaphbed! Can you rede
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Metamorphoses By Ovid
Translated by Sir Samuel Garth, John Dryden, et al
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FW 18.16: (STOOP) if you are abcedminded, to this claybook, what
curios of signs (please STOOP), in this allaphbed! Can you rede
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Metamorphoses By Ovid
Translated by Sir Samuel Garth, John Dryden, et al
The Peasants of Lycia transform'd to Frogs
With thirst the Goddess languishing, no more
Her empty'd breast would yield its milky store;
When, from below, the smiling valley show'd
A silver lake that in its bottom flow'd:
A sort of CLOWNS were reaping, near the bank,
The BENDING OSIER, and the bullrush dank;
The cresse, and water-lilly, fragrant weed,
Whose juicy stalk the liquid fountains feed.
The Goddess came, and kneeling on the brink,
STOOP'd at the fresh repast, prepar'd to drink.
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Twelfth Night Act 2, Scene 3
Her empty'd breast would yield its milky store;
When, from below, the smiling valley show'd
A silver lake that in its bottom flow'd:
A sort of CLOWNS were reaping, near the bank,
The BENDING OSIER, and the bullrush dank;
The cresse, and water-lilly, fragrant weed,
Whose juicy stalk the liquid fountains feed.
The Goddess came, and kneeling on the brink,
STOOP'd at the fresh repast, prepar'd to drink.
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Twelfth Night Act 2, Scene 3
Sir Toby: Th'art a scholler; let vs therefore eate and
drinke.
Marian I say, a STOOPE of WINE.
Marian I say, a STOOPE of WINE.
Enter CLOWNE.
Sir Andrew: Heere comes the foole yfaith.
Sir Toby: A STOPE
of WINE
Maria.
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Hamlet, Prince of Denmark Act 5, Scene 1 (Folio)
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Hamlet, Prince of Denmark Act 5, Scene 1 (Folio)
CLOWN: go, get thee to
Yaughan,
fetch me a STOUPE of Liquor.
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Othello, The Moor of Venice Act 2, Scene 3 (Quarto)
fetch me a STOUPE of Liquor.
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Othello, The Moor of Venice Act 2, Scene 3 (Quarto)
Iag. Well, happinesse to their sheetes ---come Leiutenant, I
haue a STOPE of WINE, and heere without are a brace of Cypres Gal-
lants, that would faine haue a measure to the health
of the blacke Othello.
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Portrait of the Artist: "...when the rector had STOOPed down to give him
the holy communion he had smelt a faint winy smell off the rector's
breath after the WINE of the mass. The word was beautiful: WINE."
haue a STOPE of WINE, and heere without are a brace of Cypres Gal-
lants, that would faine haue a measure to the health
of the blacke Othello.
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Portrait of the Artist: "...when the rector had STOOPed down to give him
the holy communion he had smelt a faint winy smell off the rector's
breath after the WINE of the mass. The word was beautiful: WINE."
FW 170.12: another said when the WINE's at witsends,
and still another when lovely wooman STOOPS to conk him,
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Cymbeline Act 3, Scene 3
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Cymbeline Act 3, Scene 3
BELARIUS: A goodly day not to keep house, with
such
Whose roof's as low as ours! STOOP, boys; this gate
Instructs you how to adore the heavens and bows you
To a morning's holy office: the gates of monarchs
Are arch'd so high that GIANTs may jet through
And keep their impious turbans on, without
Good morrow to the sun.
Whose roof's as low as ours! STOOP, boys; this gate
Instructs you how to adore the heavens and bows you
To a morning's holy office: the gates of monarchs
Are arch'd so high that GIANTs may jet through
And keep their impious turbans on, without
Good morrow to the sun.
Hamlet, Prince of
Denmark Act 4, Scene 5
KING CLAUDIUS: What is the cause,
Laertes,
That thy rebellion looks so GIANT-like?
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http://www3.telus.net/oxford/leicester.html
That thy rebellion looks so GIANT-like?
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http://www3.telus.net/oxford/leicester.html
<<Two tracts written in 1584, during Leicester's lifetime,
Leicester's
Commonwealth and A Letter of Estate, exposed Leicester's many crimes
and faults, including his ambition for the crown. In 1585, Leicester's
Commonwealth was published in France, translated by the original author
and supplemented with additional material. These publications were
followed, after Leicester's death in 1588, by another tract, News From
Heaven And Hell (1588), and a long poem, Leicester's Ghost (1603).
The style of all five works is similar, and it is likely they were all
of
Oxford's authorship, particularly when they are compared with charges
Oxford is alleged to have made against Leicester in the late 1570s.:
Commonwealth and A Letter of Estate, exposed Leicester's many crimes
and faults, including his ambition for the crown. In 1585, Leicester's
Commonwealth was published in France, translated by the original author
and supplemented with additional material. These publications were
followed, after Leicester's death in 1588, by another tract, News From
Heaven And Hell (1588), and a long poem, Leicester's Ghost (1603).
The style of all five works is similar, and it is likely they were all
of
Oxford's authorship, particularly when they are compared with charges
Oxford is alleged to have made against Leicester in the late 1570s.:
5. That he boasted of his greatness in alliance, wealth, credit
with
the Queen, etc., affirming further that he was able to make the
proudest subject to sweat that would oppose himself against him,
and that he made the Duke of Norfolk to STOOP,
notwithstanding all his bragging.>>
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King Richard II Act 3, Scene 4
the Queen, etc., affirming further that he was able to make the
proudest subject to sweat that would oppose himself against him,
and that he made the Duke of Norfolk to STOOP,
notwithstanding all his bragging.>>
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King Richard II Act 3, Scene 4
Gardener: Go, bind thou up yon dangling
apricocks,
Which, like unruly children, make their sire
STOOP with oppression of their prodigal weight:
Give some supportance to the bending twigs.
Go thou, and like an executioner,
Cut off the heads of too fast growing sprays,
That look too lofty in our COMMONWEALTH:
All must be even in our government.
You thus employ'd, I will go root away
The noisome WEEDS, which without profit suck
The soil's fertility from wholesome flowers.
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October 6, 1542 => Thomas WyaTT dies (father's TOWER CAT: ACATAR)
October 6, 1573 => Henry Wriothesley (TOWER CAT: TRIXIE) born
October 6, 1576 => Roger Manners (5th Earl of Rutland) born
October 6, 1586 => Edward Manners (3rd Earl) Fotheringhay juror
October 6, 1621 => Registration of Othello
October 6, 1892 => Alfred Lord TENNYSON dies at 83
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Lady Clara VERE de VERE (1842) - Alfred Lord TENNYSON
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Lady Clara VERE de VERE,
*OF ME YOU SHALL NOT WIN RENOWN*
You thought to break a country heart
For pastime, ere you went to town.
At me you smiled, but unbeguiled
I saw the snare, and I retired;
The daughter of a hundred earls,
You are not one to be desired.
Which, like unruly children, make their sire
STOOP with oppression of their prodigal weight:
Give some supportance to the bending twigs.
Go thou, and like an executioner,
Cut off the heads of too fast growing sprays,
That look too lofty in our COMMONWEALTH:
All must be even in our government.
You thus employ'd, I will go root away
The noisome WEEDS, which without profit suck
The soil's fertility from wholesome flowers.
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October 6, 1542 => Thomas WyaTT dies (father's TOWER CAT: ACATAR)
October 6, 1573 => Henry Wriothesley (TOWER CAT: TRIXIE) born
October 6, 1576 => Roger Manners (5th Earl of Rutland) born
October 6, 1586 => Edward Manners (3rd Earl) Fotheringhay juror
October 6, 1621 => Registration of Othello
October 6, 1892 => Alfred Lord TENNYSON dies at 83
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Lady Clara VERE de VERE (1842) - Alfred Lord TENNYSON
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Lady Clara VERE de VERE,
*OF ME YOU SHALL NOT WIN RENOWN*
You thought to break a country heart
For pastime, ere you went to town.
At me you smiled, but unbeguiled
I saw the snare, and I retired;
The daughter of a hundred earls,
You are not one to be desired.
Lady Clara VERE de
VERE,
I KNOW YOU PROUD TO BEAR YOUR
NAME,
Your pride is yet no mate for mine,
Too proud to care from whence I came.
Too proud to care from whence I came.
Lady Clara VERE de
VERE,
Some meeker pupil you must find,
For, were you queen of all that is,
I could not STOOP to such a mind.
You sought to prove how I could love,
And my disdain is my reply.
THE LION ON YOUR OLD STONE GATES
Is not more cold to you than I.
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Milton: Love Virtue, she alone is free
She can teach ye how to climb
Higher than the sphery chime,
Or, if Virtue feeble were,
Heav'n itself would STOOP to her.
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King Henry IV, Part ii Prologue
Some meeker pupil you must find,
For, were you queen of all that is,
I could not STOOP to such a mind.
You sought to prove how I could love,
And my disdain is my reply.
THE LION ON YOUR OLD STONE GATES
Is not more cold to you than I.
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Milton: Love Virtue, she alone is free
She can teach ye how to climb
Higher than the sphery chime,
Or, if Virtue feeble were,
Heav'n itself would STOOP to her.
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King Henry IV, Part ii Prologue
RUMOUR: But what mean I
To speak so true at first? my office is
To noise abroad that Harry Monmouth fell
Under the wrath of noble Hotspur's sword,
And that the king before the Douglas' rage
STOOP'd his anointed head as low as death.
This have I RUMOUR'd through the peasant towns
Between that royal field of Shrewsbury
And this worm-eaten hold of ragged stone,
Where Hotspur's father, old Northumberland,
Lies crafty-sick: the posts come tiring on,
And not a man of them brings other news
Than they have learn'd of me: from RUMOUR's tongues
They bring smooth comforts false, worse than true wrongs.
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FW 8.19: This is an inimyskilling inglis, this is a scotcher grey,
To speak so true at first? my office is
To noise abroad that Harry Monmouth fell
Under the wrath of noble Hotspur's sword,
And that the king before the Douglas' rage
STOOP'd his anointed head as low as death.
This have I RUMOUR'd through the peasant towns
Between that royal field of Shrewsbury
And this worm-eaten hold of ragged stone,
Where Hotspur's father, old Northumberland,
Lies crafty-sick: the posts come tiring on,
And not a man of them brings other news
Than they have learn'd of me: from RUMOUR's tongues
They bring smooth comforts false, worse than true wrongs.
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FW 8.19: This is an inimyskilling inglis, this is a scotcher grey,
this is a davy, STOOP-ing.
18.16: (STOOP) if you are
abcedminded, to this claybook,
what curios of signs (please STOOP), in this allaphbed!
19.2: Here (please to STOOP)
are selveran cued peteet peas
of quite a pecuniar interest inaslittle as
they are the pellets
that make the tomtummy's pay
roll.
19.8: Owlets' eegs (O STOOP to
please!) are here,
creakish from age and and all now quite
epsilene,
77.13: He afterwards whaan-ever his blaetther began to fail off him
and
his rough bark was wholly husky and, STOOP by STOOP, he neared it
(wouldmanspare!) carefully lined the ferroconcrete result with rotproof
bricks and mortar, fassed to fossed, and retired beneath the heptarchy
of his towerettes, the beauchamp, byward, bull and lion,
his rough bark was wholly husky and, STOOP by STOOP, he neared it
(wouldmanspare!) carefully lined the ferroconcrete result with rotproof
bricks and mortar, fassed to fossed, and retired beneath the heptarchy
of his towerettes, the beauchamp, byward, bull and lion,
170.12: One said when the heavens are quakers, a second said
when
Bohemeand lips, a third said when he, no, when hold hard a jiffy, when
he is a gnawstick and detarmined to, the next one said when the angel
Bohemeand lips, a third said when he, no, when hold hard a jiffy, when
he is a gnawstick and detarmined to, the next one said when the angel
of death kicks the bucket of life, still another said when the
WINE's at
witsends, and still another when lovely wooman STOOPS to conk him,
witsends, and still another when lovely wooman STOOPS to conk him,
232.16: Go daft noon, madden, mind the step.
Please STOOP O to please. Stop.
238.29: like the blue of the sky if I STOOP for
to spy's between my
whiteyoumightcallimbs.
310.26: the true one, all seethic, a luckybock, pledge of the
STOUP,
whilom his canterberry bellseYES wink wickeding indtil the teller,
whilom his canterberry bellseYES wink wickeding indtil the teller,
oyne of an oustman in skull of
skand.
339.25: First he s s st steppes. Then he st stoo STOOPt. Lookt.
361.3: Wins won is nought, twigs too is nil, tricks trees makes
nix,
fairs fears STOOPS at nothing. And till Arthur comes againus
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Ulysses Search Results
fairs fears STOOPS at nothing. And till Arthur comes againus
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Ulysses Search Results
37.81: They waded a little way in the water and,
STOOPing,
soused their bags
47.55: Two letters and a card lay on the hallfloor.
He STOOPed and gathered
them.
49.47: He STOOPed and lifted
the valance.
101.4: -- Hush, Lenehan said. I hear feetSTOOPS.
101.13: Lenehan began to paw the tissues up from the floor,
grunting as he STOOPed twice.
151.13: STOOPing to conquer, as
prologue to the swelling act,
184.24: Nosey Flynn STOOPed
towards the lever, snuffling at it.
206.86: Again Kennygiggles, STOOPing her fair pinnacles of
hair,
STOOPing, her tortoise napecomb showed, spluttered out of her mouth
STOOPing, her tortoise napecomb showed, spluttered out of her mouth
her tea, choking in tea and laughter, coughing with choking,
crying:
305.6: Mr Bloom STOOPed and
turned over a piece of paper on the
strand. He brought it near his eyes and peered. Letter? No. Can't read.
336.32: He is older now (you and I may whisper it) and a trifle
STOOPed
in the shoulders yet in the whirligig of years a grave dignity has come
to the conscientious second accountant of the Ulster bank,
in the shoulders yet in the whirligig of years a grave dignity has come
to the conscientious second accountant of the Ulster bank,
College Green branch.
353.27:(The retriever
approaches sniffling, nose to the ground.
A sprawled form sneezes. A STOOPed bearded figure appears
garbed in the long caftan of an elder in Zion and a smoking cap
with magenta tassels. Horned spectacles hang down at the
wings
of the nose. Yellow poison streaks are on the drawn face.)
355.41: (The camel, lifting a foreleg, plucks from a tree a lace
mango fruit, offers it to his
mistress, blinking, in his cloven
hoof then droops his head and, grunting, with uplifted
neck,
fumbles to kneel. Bloom STOOPS his back for leapfrog.)
370.28: No born gentleman, no one with the most rudimentary
promptings
of a gentleman would STOOP to such particularly loathsome conduct.
of a gentleman would STOOP to such particularly loathsome conduct.
One of those, my lord. A plagiarist. A soapy sneak masquerading as
a
literateur. It's perfectly obvious that with the most inherent baseness
he has cribbed some of my bestselling books, really gorgeous stuff, a
perfect gem, the love passages in which are beneath suspicion. The
Beaufoy books of love and great possessions with which your lordship is
doubtless familiar, are a household word throughout the kingdom.
literateur. It's perfectly obvious that with the most inherent baseness
he has cribbed some of my bestselling books, really gorgeous stuff, a
perfect gem, the love passages in which are beneath suspicion. The
Beaufoy books of love and great possessions with which your lordship is
doubtless familiar, are a household word throughout the kingdom.
437.19: BELLO: What else are you good for, an impotent thing like
you?
(He STOOPS and, peering, pokes with his fan rudely under the fat
suetfolds of Bloom's haunches.) Up! Up!
Manx cat! What have we here? Where's your curly teapot gone to or
(He STOOPS and, peering, pokes with his fan rudely under the fat
suetfolds of Bloom's haunches.) Up! Up!
Manx cat! What have we here? Where's your curly teapot gone to or
who docked it on you, cockyolly? Sing, birdy, sing.
It's as limp as a boy of six's doing his pooly behind
a cart. Buy a bucket or sell your pump.
a cart. Buy a bucket or sell your pump.
(Loudly.) Can you do a man's job?
451.46: BLOOM (STOOPing, picks
up and hands a box of matches.) This.
636.24: the sun shines for you he said the day we were lying among the
rhododendrons on Howth head in the grey tweed suit and his straw hat the
day I got him to propose to me YES first I gave him the bit of seedcake
out of my mouth and it was leapyear like now YES 16 years ago my God
after that long kiss I near lost my breath YES he said I was a flower of
the mountain YES so we are flowers all a womans body YES that was one
true thing he said in his life and the sun shines for you today YES that
was why I liked him because I saw he understood or felt what a woman is
and I knew I could always get round him and I gave him all the pleasure
I could leading him on till he asked me to say YES and I wouldnt answer
first only looked out over the sea and the sky I was thinking of so many
things he didnt know of Mulvey and Mr Stanhope and Hester and father and
old captain Groves and the sailors playing all birds fly and I say STOOP
and washing up dishes they called it on the pier and the sentry in front
of the governors house with the thing round his white helmet poor devil
half roasted and the Spanish girls laughing in their shawls and their
tall combs and the auctions in the morning the Greeks and the jews and
the Arabs and the devil knows who else from all the ends of Europe and
Duke street and the fowl market all clucking outside Larby Sharons and
the poor donkeys slipping half asleep and the vague fellows in the
cloaks asleep in the shade on the steps and the big wheels of the carts
of the bulls and the old castle thousands of years old YES and those
handsome Moors all in white and turbans like kings asking you to sit
down in their little bit of a shop and Ronda with the old windows of the
posadas glancing eYES a lattice hid for her lover to kiss the iron and
the WINEshops half open at night and the castanets and the night we
missed the boat at Algeciras the watchman going about serene with his
lamp and O that awful deepdown torrent O and the sea the sea crimson
sometimes like fire and the glorious sunsets and the figtrees in the
Alameda gardens YES and all the queer little streets and pink and blue
and yellow houses and the rosegardens and the jessamine and geraniums
and cactuses and Gibraltar as a girl where I was a Flower of the
mountain YES when I put the rose in my hair like the Andalusian girls
used or shall I wear a red YES and how he kissed me under the Moorish
wall and I thought well as well him as another and then I asked him with
my eYES to ask again YES and then he asked me would I YES to say YES my
mountain flower and first I put my arms around him YES and drew him
636.24: the sun shines for you he said the day we were lying among the
rhododendrons on Howth head in the grey tweed suit and his straw hat the
day I got him to propose to me YES first I gave him the bit of seedcake
out of my mouth and it was leapyear like now YES 16 years ago my God
after that long kiss I near lost my breath YES he said I was a flower of
the mountain YES so we are flowers all a womans body YES that was one
true thing he said in his life and the sun shines for you today YES that
was why I liked him because I saw he understood or felt what a woman is
and I knew I could always get round him and I gave him all the pleasure
I could leading him on till he asked me to say YES and I wouldnt answer
first only looked out over the sea and the sky I was thinking of so many
things he didnt know of Mulvey and Mr Stanhope and Hester and father and
old captain Groves and the sailors playing all birds fly and I say STOOP
and washing up dishes they called it on the pier and the sentry in front
of the governors house with the thing round his white helmet poor devil
half roasted and the Spanish girls laughing in their shawls and their
tall combs and the auctions in the morning the Greeks and the jews and
the Arabs and the devil knows who else from all the ends of Europe and
Duke street and the fowl market all clucking outside Larby Sharons and
the poor donkeys slipping half asleep and the vague fellows in the
cloaks asleep in the shade on the steps and the big wheels of the carts
of the bulls and the old castle thousands of years old YES and those
handsome Moors all in white and turbans like kings asking you to sit
down in their little bit of a shop and Ronda with the old windows of the
posadas glancing eYES a lattice hid for her lover to kiss the iron and
the WINEshops half open at night and the castanets and the night we
missed the boat at Algeciras the watchman going about serene with his
lamp and O that awful deepdown torrent O and the sea the sea crimson
sometimes like fire and the glorious sunsets and the figtrees in the
Alameda gardens YES and all the queer little streets and pink and blue
and yellow houses and the rosegardens and the jessamine and geraniums
and cactuses and Gibraltar as a girl where I was a Flower of the
mountain YES when I put the rose in my hair like the Andalusian girls
used or shall I wear a red YES and how he kissed me under the Moorish
wall and I thought well as well him as another and then I asked him with
my eYES to ask again YES and then he asked me would I YES to say YES my
mountain flower and first I put my arms around him YES and drew him
down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume YES and
his heart was going like mad and YES I said YES I will YES.
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He thought of it with deep awe; a terrible and strange sin:
it
thrilled him to think of it in the silence when the pens scraped
lightly. But to drink the altar WINE out of the press and be found out
by the smell was a sin too: but it was not terrible and strange. It only
made you feel a little sickish on account of the smell of the WINE.
Because on the day when he had made his first holy communion
thrilled him to think of it in the silence when the pens scraped
lightly. But to drink the altar WINE out of the press and be found out
by the smell was a sin too: but it was not terrible and strange. It only
made you feel a little sickish on account of the smell of the WINE.
Because on the day when he had made his first holy communion
in the chapel he had shut his eyes and opened his mouth and
put out his tongue a little: and when the rector had STOOPed
down to give him the holy communion he had smelt a faint
winy
smell off the rector's breath after the WINE of the mass.
smell off the rector's breath after the WINE of the mass.
The word was beautiful: WINE. It made you think of dark purple
because the grapes were dark purple that grew in Greece
outside houses like white temples. But the faint smell of the
rector's
breath had made him feel a sick feeling on the morning of his
first
communion. The day of your first communion was the happiest day
of your life. And once a lot of generals had asked Napoleon
what
was the happiest day of his life. They thought he would say the day
he
won some great battle or the day he was made an emperor. But he said:
-- Gentlemen, the happiest day of my life was the day
on which I
made my first holy communion.
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-- Well now, Ennis, I declare you have a head and so has my stick!
Do you mean to say that you are not able to tell me what a surd is?
The blundering answer stirred the embers of his contempt of his
fellows.
Towards others he felt neither shame nor fear. On Sunday mornings as he
passed the church door he glanced coldly at the worshippers who stood
bareheaded, four deep, outside the church, morally present at the mass
which they could neither see nor hear. Their dull piety and the sickly
smell of the cheap hair-oil with which they had anointed their heads
repelled him from the altar they prayed at. He STOOPed
Towards others he felt neither shame nor fear. On Sunday mornings as he
passed the church door he glanced coldly at the worshippers who stood
bareheaded, four deep, outside the church, morally present at the mass
which they could neither see nor hear. Their dull piety and the sickly
smell of the cheap hair-oil with which they had anointed their heads
repelled him from the altar they prayed at. He STOOPed
to the evil of hypocrisy with others, sceptical of
their innocence which he could cajole so easily.
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when the rector had STOOPed down
to give him the holy communion he had smelt a faint winy
smell off the rector's breath after the WINE of the mass.
smell off the rector's breath after the WINE of the mass.
170.12: One said when the heavens are quakers, a second said
when
Bohemeand lips, a third said when he, no, when hold hard a jiffy, when
he is a gnawstick and detarmined to, the next one said when the angel
Bohemeand lips, a third said when he, no, when hold hard a jiffy, when
he is a gnawstick and detarmined to, the next one said when the angel
of death kicks the bucket of life, still another said when the
WINE's at
witsends, and still another when lovely wooman STOOPS to conk him,
witsends, and still another when lovely wooman STOOPS to conk him,
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