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___ EDWARD DE VERE'S
___ DREADED *SW-ERVE*
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___ Troilus and Cressida Act 3, Scene 2
.
CRESSIDA: Prophet may you be!
. If I be false, or *SWerve a hair from TRUTH* ,
. When time is old and hath forgot itself,
. When waterdrops have worn the stones of Troy,
. And blind oblivion swallow'd cities up,
. And mighty states characterless are grated
. To DUSTy nothing, yet let memory,
. From false to false, among false maids in L.O.-Ve,
. Upbraid my falsehood! when they've said 'as false
. As air, as water, wind, or sandy earth,
. As fox to lamb, as wolf to heifer's calf,
. Pard to the hind, or stepdame to her son,'
. 'Yea,' let them say, to stick the heart of falsehood,
. 'As false as Cressid.'
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___ Measure for Measure Act 4, Scene 2
.
Messenger: [Giving a paper]
.
. My lord hath sent you this note; and by me this
. further charge, that you *SWerve* not from the
. smallest article of it, neither in time, matter, or
. other circumstance. Good morrow; for, as I take it,
. it is almost day.
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___ The Winter's Tale Act 4, Scene 4
.
FLORIZEL: And he, and more
. Than he, and men, the earth, the heavens, and all:
. That, were I crown'd the most imperial monarch,
. Thereof most worthy, were I the fairest youth
. That EVER made eye *SWerve*, had force and knowledge
. More than was EVER man's, I would not prize them
. Without her L.O.-Ve; for her employ them all;
. Commend them and condemn them to her service
. Or to their own perdition.
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___ Cymbeline Act 5, Scene 4
.
Posthumus Leonatus: [Waking]
. Sleep, thou hast been a grandsire, and begot
. A father to me; and thou hast created
. A mother and two brothers: but, O scorn!
. Gone! they went hence so soon as they were born:
. And so I am awake. Poor wretches that depend
. On greatness' favour dream as I have done,
. Wake and find nothing. But, alas, I *SWerve*:
. Many dream not to find, neither *DESERVE*,
. And yet are steep'd in favours: so am I,
. That have this golden chance and know not why.
. What fairies haunt this ground? A book? O rare one!
. Be not, as is our fangled world, a garment
. Nobler than that it covers: let thy effects
. So follow, to be most unlike our courtiers,
. As good as promise.
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Suddenly swerving, seven small swans
Swam silently southward,
Seeing six swift sailboats
Sailing sedately seaward.
"riverrun...from SWerve of shore..
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Earliest reference to a Marlowe play:
a 1587 Performance of _The Second Part of the
Bloody Conquests of Mighty [Scythian SHEPHARD] TAMBURLANE_
<<By accident one of the 'calivers' used to execute the Governor
of Baghdad was loaded. Realising this, the player 'SWerved his
piece' at the last moment, 'missed the fellow he aimed at, and
killed a child and a woman great with child forthwith'. Another
member of the audience was wounded in the HEAD 'very sore'.>>
-- Philip GAWDY, in a letter dated November 1587.
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GAUDY, n.; 1.A feast or festival. [Oxford Univ.]
" Let's have one other gaudy night." --Shak.
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GAUD, n. [OE. gaude jest, trick, fr. L. gaudium joy, gladness.]
1. Trick; jest; sport. [Obs.] --Chaucer.
2. Deceit; fraud; artifice; device. [Obs.] --Chaucer.
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. Idylls of the King - Alfred Lord Tennyson
`Yea so,' said Percivale:
`One night my pathway SWerving east, I saw
The PELICAN on the casque of our SIR BORS
All in the middle of the rising moon:
In secret, entering, loosed and let him go.'
To whom the monk: `And I remember now
That PELICAN on the casque: SIR BORS it was
Who spake so low and sadly at our board;
And mighty reverent at our grace was he:
A square-set man and honest; and his eyes,
An out-door sign of all the warmth within,
Smiled with his lips--a smile beneath a cloud,
But heaven had meant it for a sunny one:
Ay, ay, Sir Bors, who else?
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<<The train conductor saw the red flag and applied his brakes,
but it was too late. The train approached the broken line in
the rail at a speed of between twenty and thirty miles per hour.
It jumped a gap of FORTY-TWO feet, and SWerved onto the
bed of the river below. All of the seven first-class carriages
plummeted downwards -- except for one car. That car was the
one occupied by Dickens and the Ternans, and it held by
its couplings onto a second-class carriage.>>
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___ Cymbeline Act 5, Scene 5
IMOGEN: No, my lord;
. I have got two worlds by 't. O my gentle brothers,
. Have we thus met? O, nEVER say hereafter
. But I am *TRUEST SPEAKER* you call'd me brother,
. When I was but your sister; I you brothers,
. When ye were so indeed.
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Don Quixote by Cervantes - Translated by John Ormsby
PART 1 - CHAPTER VI
"I should have shed tears myself," said the curate when he heard
the title, "had I ordered that book to be burned, for its author
was one of the famous poets of the world, not to say of Spain,
and was very happy in the translation of some of Ovid's fables."
PART 1 - CHAPTER IX
With this idea I pressed him to read the beginning,
and doing so, turning the Arabic offhand into Castilian,
he told me it meant, "History of Don Quixote of La Mancha,
written by Cide Hamete Benengeli, an Arab historian."
If against the present one any objection be raised on the score of
its truth, it can only be that its author was an Arab, as lying is
a very common propensity with those of that nation; though, as
they are such enemies of ours, it is conceivable that there were
omissions rather than additions made in the course of it. And this
is my own opinion; for, where he could and should give freedom to
his pen in praise of so worthy a knight, he seems to me deliberately
to pass it over in silence; which is ill done and worse contrived,
for it is the business and duty of historians to be exact, truthful,
and wholly free from passion, and neither interest nor fear, hatred
nor love, should make them SWerve from the path of truth, whose
mother is history, rival of time, storehouse of deeds, witness for
the past, example and counsel for the present, and warning for the
future. In this I know will be found all that can be desired in the
pleasantest, and if it be wanting in any good quality, I maintain
it is the fault of its hound of an author and not the fault
of the subject. To be brief, its Second Part,
according to the translation, began in this way:
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Art Neuendorffer