Listen to me, and if you speak me fair,
I'll tell you news indifferent good for either.

listen, but speak not to't.

listen, fair madam: let it be your glory

Prithee, listen well;

Listen great things:--Brutus and Cassius
Are levying powers: we must straight make head:
Therefore let our alliance be combined,
Our best friends made, our means stretch'd
And let us presently go sit in council,
How covert matters may be best disclosed,
And open perils surest answered.

Lady, vouchsafe to listen what I say. (or what he/she says)

Here comes my servant Travers, whom I sent
On Tuesday last to listen after news.

We’ll listen after Humphrey, how he proceeds:
She's tickled now; her fume needs no spurs ,
She'll gallop far enough to her destruction.

King Philip, listen to the cardinal.

He that no more must say is listen'd more
Than they whom youth and ease have taught to gloss ;
More are men's ends mark'd than their lives before:
The setting sun, and music at the close,
As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last,
Writ in remembrance more than things long past:
Though Richard my life's counsel would not hear,
My death's sad tale may yet undeaf his ear.

My lady sweet, arise:
Arise, arise.

Arise, I pray you, rise:

Arise, black vengeance, from thy hollow cell!

Arise, I say.

Come, sir, arise, away! I'll teach you differences:

Most noble sir, arise; the queen approaches:
Her head's declined , and death will seize her, but
Your comfort makes the rescue.

Arise, you shall not kneel:

Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon

Arise; one knocks; good Romeo, hide thyself.

Hark, how they knock! Who's there? Romeo, arise;

Faint-hearted boy, arise, and look upon her.
Speak, Lavinia, what accursed hand
Hath made thee handless in thy father's sight?
What fool hath added water to the sea,
Or brought a faggot to bright-burning Troy?
My grief was at the height before thou camest,
And now like Nilus, it disdaineth bounds.
Give me a sword, I'll chop off my hands too;
For they have fought for Rome, and all in vain;
And they have nursed this woe, in feeding life;
In bootless prayer have they been held up,
And they have served me to effectless use:
Now all the service I require of them
Is that the one will help to cut the other.
'Tis well, Lavinia, that thou hast no hands;
For hands, to do Rome service, are but vain.

What following sorrow may on this arise:

'Thou wronged lord of Rome,' quoth be, 'arise:

Arise, dissembler: though I wish thy death,

Such factious emulations shall arise!
Good cousins both, of York and Somerset,
Quiet yourselves, I pray, and be at peace.

Suffolk, arise. Welcome, Queen Margaret:

Edward Plantagenet, arise a knight;
And learn this lesson, draw thy sword in right.

Throw up thine eye! see, see what showers arise,
Blown with the windy tempest of my heart,
Upon thy words, that kill mine eye and heart!
O, pity, God, this miserable age!
What stratagems, how fell, how butcherly,
Erroneous, mutinous and unnatural,
This deadly quarrel daily doth beget!
O boy, thy father gave thee life too soon,
And hath bereft thee of thy life too late!

And he that will not fight for such a hope.
Go home to bed, and like the owl by day,
If he arise, be mock'd and wonder'd at.

Arise, and take place by us:

And spotless shall mine innocence arise,
When the king knows my truth.

Pray you, arise,
My good and gracious Lord of Canterbury.
Come, you and I must walk a turn together;
I have news to tell you: come, come, give me your hand.
Ah, my good lord, I grieve at what I speak,
And am right sorry to repeat what follows
I have, and most unwillingly, of late
Heard many grievous, I do say, my lord,
Grievous complaints of you; which, being consider'd,
Have moved us and our council, that you shall
This morning come before us; where, I know,
You cannot with such freedom purge yourself,
But that, till further trial in those charges
Which will require your answer, you must take
Your patience to you, and be well contented
To make your house our Tower: you a brother of us,
It fits we thus proceed, or else no witness
Would come against you.

Arise Sir Richard and Plantagenet.

Those that I reverence those I fear, the wise:
At fools I laugh, not fear them.

How will he triumph, leap and laugh at it!
For all the WEALTH that ever I did see,
I would not have him know so much by me.
Now step I forth to whip hypocrisy.

With that, all laugh'd and clapp'd him on the shoulder,
Making the bold wag by their praises bolder:
One rubb'd his elbow thus, and fleer'd and swore
A better speech was never spoke before;
Another, with his finger and his thumb,
Cried, 'Via! we will do't, come what will come;'
The third he caper'd, and cried, 'All goes well;'
The fourth turn'd on the toe, and down he fell.
With that, they all did tumble on the ground,
With such a zealous laughter, so profound,
That in this spleen ridiculous appears,
To cheque their folly, passion’s solemn tears.

I wonder that thou, being, as thou sayest thou art,
born under Saturn, goest about to apply a moral
medicine to a mortifying mischief. I cannot hide
what I am: I must be sad when I have cause and smile
at no man's jests, eat when I have stomach and wait
for no man's leisure, sleep when I am drowsy and
tend on no man's business, laugh when I am merry and
claw no man in his humour.

Did he never make you laugh?

These gentlemen, are of such sensible and nimble lungs that
they are used to laugh at nothing.

STEPHANO Come, kiss.

TRINCULO An abominable monster!

TRINCULO (in great admiration) Most ..... ridiculous monstor.

[She leads him away]

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I cannot choose but laugh, to think how she tickled
his chin: indeed, she has a marvellous white hand. I
must needs confess.

You saw my master wink and laugh upon you?

Oh, Lord. I must laugh.

I shall never laugh but in that maid's company! But
indeed she is given too much to allicholy and
musing: but for you--well, go to.

And laugh like parrots at a bag-piper,

Not in love neither? Then let us say you are sad,
Because you are not merry: and 'twere as easy
For you to laugh and leap and say you are merry,
Because you are not sad. Now, by two-headed Janus,
Nature hath framed strange fellows in her time:
Some that will evermore peep through their eyes
And laugh like parrots at a bag-piper,
And other of such vinegar aspect
That they'll not show their teeth in way of smile,
Though Nestor swear the jest be laughable.

If you tickle us, do we not laugh? if you poison
us, do we not die? and if you wrong us, shall we not
revenge? If we are like you in the rest, we will
resemble you in that.

But do you remember? 'Madam, why laugh you at such
a barren rascal? an you smile not, he's gagged:'
and thus the whirligig of time brings in his revenges.

There's one did laugh in's sleep, and one cried 'Murder!'
That they did wake each other: I stood and heard them:
But they did say their prayers, and address’d them
Again to sleep.

The cry is still 'They come:' our castle's strength
Will laugh a seige to scorn: Be bloody, bold, and resolute; laugh to scorn.
here let them lie Till famine and the ague eat them up:
But swords I smile at, weapons laugh to scorn,
Brandish'd by man that's of a woman born.

These are old fond paradoxes to make fools laugh i'
the alehouse. What miserable praise hast thou for
her that's foul and foolish?

When thou dost ask me blessing, I'll kneel down,
And ask of thee forgiveness:

Fie, wrangling queen!
Whom every thing becomes, to chide, to laugh,
To weep; whose every passion fully strives
To make itself, in thee, fair and admired!
No messenger, but thine; and all alone
To-night we'll wander through the streets and note
The qualities of people. Come, my queen;
Last night you did desire it: speak not to us.

I laugh'd him out of patience; and that night
I laugh'd him into patience; and next morn,
Ere the ninth hour, I drunk him to his bed;
Then put my tires and mantles on him, whilst
I wore his sword Philippan.

Pompey doth this day laugh away his fortune.

I laugh to see your ladyship so fond.
Why dost thou laugh? it fits not with this hour.

Behold, the heavens do ope,
The gods look down, and this unnatural scene
They laugh at. O my mother, mother! O!
You have won a happy victory to Rome;
But, for your son,--believe it, O, believe it,
Most dangerously you have with him prevail'd,
If not most mortal to him.

Wouldst thou have laugh'd had I come coffin'd home?

Why did you laugh then, when I said 'man delights not me'?

Come; make her laugh at that.

Didst thou not laugh? Dost thou not laugh?

Yes, madam: yet I cannot choose but laugh,
for mine own part, I durst not laugh, for fear of
opening my lips and receiving the bad air.
But I shall laugh at this a twelve-month hence.

Ho, ho! I laugh to think that this babe t’was born a bastard.

Most mighty Caesar, let me know some cause,
Lest I be laugh'd at when I tell them so.

You use her well: the world may laugh again;
And I may live to do you kindness if
You do it her: and so, Sir John, farewell!

It made me laugh to see the villan run.

When thousands weep more than did laugh at it.

I laugh to see your ladyship so fond.
Why dost thou laugh? it fits not with this hour.

Behold, the heavens do ope,
The gods look down, and this unnatural scene
They laugh at. O my mother, mother! O!
You have won a happy victory to Rome;
But, for your son,--believe it, O, believe it,
Most dangerously you have with him prevail'd,
If not most mortal to him.

Wouldst thou have laugh'd had I come coffin'd home?

Why did you laugh then, when I said 'man delights not me'?

Come; make her laugh at that.

Didst thou not laugh? Dost thou not laugh?

Yes, madam: yet I cannot choose to laugh,
for mine own part, I durst not laugh, for fear of
opening my lips and receiving the bad air.

But I shall laugh at this a twelve-month hence.

Ho, ho! I laugh to think that this babe t’was born a bastard.