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QUOTES FROM THE BARD
Sir, the event is yet to name the winner
ACT/SCENE: 3.5
SPEAKER: Caius Lucius
CONTEXT:
CYMBELINE
My lords, you are appointed for that office;
The due of honour in no point omit.
So farewell, noble Lucius.
CAIUS LUCIUS
Your hand, my lord.
CLOTEN
Receive it friendly; but from this time forth
I wear it as your enemy.
CAIUS LUCIUS
Sir, the event
Is yet to name the winner: fare you well.
CYMBELINE
Leave not the worthy Lucius, good my lords,
Till he have cross’d the Severn. Happiness!
QUEEN
He goes hence frowning: but it honours us
That we have given him cause.
DUTCH:
De uitslag, heer,
Zal de’ overwinnaar kennen doen. Vaarwel!
MORE:
Office=Duty
Due of honour=Honour due
Event=Outcome
Compleat:
Office=Een Ampt, dienst
Event=Uytkomst, uytslag
Topics: order/society, duty, friendship, dispute
He goes hence frowning: but it honours us that we have given him cause
PLAY: Cymbeline
ACT/SCENE: 3.5
SPEAKER: Caius Lucius
CONTEXT:
CYMBELINE
My lords, you are appointed for that office;
The due of honour in no point omit.
So farewell, noble Lucius.
CAIUS LUCIUS
Your hand, my lord.
CLOTEN
Receive it friendly; but from this time forth
I wear it as your enemy.
CAIUS LUCIUS
Sir, the event
Is yet to name the winner: fare you well.
CYMBELINE
Leave not the worthy Lucius, good my lords,
Till he have cross’d the Severn. Happiness!
QUEEN
He goes hence frowning: but it honours us
That we have given him cause.
DUTCH:
t Is met gefronst gelaat, dat hij vertrekt;
‘t Is onze schuld, maar ons tot eer.
MORE:
Office=Duty
Due of honour=Honour due
Event=Outcome
Compleat:
Office=Een Ampt, dienst
Event=Uytkomst, uytslag
Topics: order/society, duty, friendship, dispute
She hath despised me rejoicingly, and I’ll be merry in my revenge
PLAY: Cymbeline
ACT/SCENE: 3.5
SPEAKER: Cloten
CONTEXT:
CLOTEN
Meet thee at Milford-Haven!—I forgot to ask him one
thing; I’ll remember’t anon:—even there, thou
villain Posthumus, will I kill thee. I would these
garments were come. She said upon a time—the
bitterness of it I now belch from my heart—that she
held the very garment of Posthumus in more respect
than my noble and natural person together with the
adornment of my qualities. With that suit upon my
back, will I ravish her: first kill him, and in her
eyes; there shall she see my valour, which will then
be a torment to her contempt. He on the ground, my
speech of insultment ended on his dead body, and
when my lust hath dined,—which, as I say, to vex
her I will execute in the clothes that she so
praised,—to the court I’ll knock her back, foot
her home again. She hath despised me rejoicingly,
and I’ll be merry in my revenge.
Be those the garments?
DUTCH:
Zij heeft er genot in gevonden
mij te verachten, en ik wil mij vroolijk maken
door mijn wraak.
MORE:
Were come=Had arrived
Insultment=Contemptuous triumph
Knock=Beat
Foot=Kick
Compleat:
Insultation=Schamperheid
Knock=Slag, klop, klap
Topics: dispute, respect, regret, punishment, insult, revenge
Let proof speak
PLAY: Cymbeline
ACT/SCENE: 3.1
SPEAKER: Caius Lucius
CONTEXT:
CYMBELINE
Thou art welcome, Caius.
Thy Caesar knighted me; my youth I spent
Much under him; of him I gather’d honour;
Which he to seek of me again, perforce,
Behoves me keep at utterance. I am perfect
That the Pannonians and Dalmatians for
Their liberties are now in arms; a precedent
Which not to read would show the Britons cold:
So Caesar shall not find them.
CAIUS LUCIUS
Let proof speak.
CLOTEN
His majesty bids you welcome. Make
pastime with us a day or two, or longer: if
you seek us afterwards in other terms, you
shall find us in our salt-water girdle: if you
beat us out of it, it is yours; if you fall in
the adventure, our crows shall fare the better
for you; and there’s an end.
DUTCH:
De strijd besliss’.
MORE:
Utterance=Extremity (Fr. ‘outrance’), at any price
Perfect=Fully aware
Read=Follow, interpret
Show=Make appear
Proof=The outcome
Adventure=Attempt
Compleat:
Utter=Gansch, geheel, uiterst
To be perfect n a thing=Iets wel van buiten kennen; in wyn hoofd hebben
Adventure=Avontuur, kans, hach; ‘t Gene men ter zee waagt
Topics: order/society, status, honour, dispute, achievent, failure
It is no little thing to make mine eyes to sweat compassion
PLAY: Coriolanus
ACT/SCENE: 5.3
SPEAKER:
CONTEXT:
AUFIDIUS
I was moved withal.
CORIOLANUS
I dare be sworn you were:
And, sir, it is no little thing to make
Mine eyes to sweat compassion. But, good sir,
What peace you’ll make, advise me: for my part,
I’ll not to Rome, I’ll back with you; and pray you,
Stand to me in this cause. O mother! wife!
AUFIDIUS
I am glad thou hast set thy mercy and thy honour
At difference in thee: out of that I’ll work
Myself a former fortune.
CORIOLANUS
Ay, by and by;
But we will drink together; and you shall bear
A better witness back than words, which we,
On like conditions, will have counter-seal’d.
Come, enter with us. Ladies, you deserve
To have a temple built you: all the swords
In Italy, and her confederate arms,
Could not have made this peace.
DUTCH:
Ik zweer er op, dit waart gij;
En, man, ‘t is niets gerings, te maken, dat
Mijn oog erbarmen drupt.
MORE:
Make eyes to sweat compassion=Cry, force tears
Work myself=Gain for myself
Former fortune=Fortune as before
Countersealed=Both ratified
Confederate=United
Compleat:
To move to compassion=Tot medelyden beweegen
Confederate=Een bondgenoot, bondverwant, metverwant
Topics: pity, emotion and mood, dispute, remedy, respect