Vulgar words in The Winter's Tale (Page 1)
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FIRST LORD Good my lord,- ANTIGONUS It is for you we speak, not for ourselves: You are abus'd, and by some putter-on That will be damn'd for't: would I knew the villain, I would land-damn him.
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Give her the bastard:- Thou dotard!
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[ To ANTIGONUS ] Thou art woman-tir'd, unroosted By thy Dame Partlet here:-take up the bastard; Take't up, I say; give't to thy crone.
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If thou refuse, And wilt encounter with my wrath, say so; The bastard-brains with these my proper hands Shall I dash out.
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LEONTES I am a feather for each wind that blows:- Shall I live on, to see this bastard kneel And call me father?
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You, sir, come you hither: You that have been so tenderly officious With Lady Margery, your midwife, there, To save this bastard's life,-for 'tis a bastard, So sure as this beard's grey,-what will you adventure To save this brat's life?
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We enjoin thee, As thou art liegeman to us, that thou carry This female bastard hence; and that thou bear it To some remote and desert place, quite out Of our dominions; and that there thou leave it, Without more mercy, to it own protection And favour of the climate.
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LEONTES Your actions are my dreams; You had a bastard by Polixenes, And I but dream'd it:-as you were past all shame,- Those of your fact are so,-so past all truth: Which to deny concerns more than avails; for as Thy brat hath been cast out, like to itself, No father owning it,-which is, indeed, More criminal in thee than it,-so thou Shalt feel our justice; in whose easiest passage Look for no less than death.
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PERDITA Sir, the year growing ancient,- Not yet on summer's death nor on the birth Of trembling winter,-the fairest flowers o' the season Are our carnations and streak'd gillyvors, Which some call nature's bastards: of that kind Our rustic garden's barren; and I care not To get slips of them.
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POLIXENES Then make your garden rich in gillyvors, And do not call them bastards.