Measure for Measure Flashcards
test of my metal
Let there be some more test made of my metal, before so noble and so great a figure be stamp’d upon it.
demigod authority
Thus can the demigod, Authority, make us pay down for our offence by weight.
fourteen years
fourteen years we have let slip… as fond father, having bound up the threat’ning twigs of birch, only stick it in their children’s sight for terror, not to use… the baby beats the nurse and athwart goes all decorum
Lord Angelo is…
Lord Angelo is precise
O, let him…
O, let him marry her
Lord Angelo, a man…
Lord Angelo, a man whose blood is very snowbroth
We must not make…
We must not make a scarecrow of the law
Ay, but yet let us be keen…
Ay, but yet let us be keen, and rather cut a little than fall and bruise to death. Alas, this gentleman whom I would save had a most noble father.
The jury passing on the prisoner’s life…
The jury passing on the prisoner’s life may in the sworn twelve have a thief or two guiltier than him they try.
The jewel that we find…
The jewel that we find, we stoop and take’t.
When I that censure do so…
When I that censure do so offend, let mine own judgement pattern out my death.
Does your worship mean…
Does your worship mean to geld and splay all the youth of the city?
There is a vice…
There is a vice that most I do abhor, and most desire should meet the blow of justice
I do beseech you let
I do beseech you let it be his fault, and not my brother.
Tomorrow? O,
Tomorrow? O, that’s sudden. Spare him, spare him!
She speaks, and ‘tis such…
She speaks, and ‘tis such sense that my sense breeds with it
Hark, how I’ll bribe
Hark, how I’ll bribe you… with true prayers
Dost thou desire her…
Dost thou desire her foully for those things that make her good?
Never could the strumpet…
Never could the strumpet with all her double vigour, art and nature, once stir my temper; but this virtuous maid subdues me quite
your most offenceful act
your most offenceful act was mutually committed
my tongue…
my tongue anchors on Isabel… I take pride
I had rather give…
I had rather give my body than my soul
Might there not be a charity…
Might there not be a charity in sin to save this brother’s life?
were I under the terms of death…
were I under the terms of death, th’impression of keen whips I’d wear as rubies, and strip myself to death…yield my body up to shame