A Dictionary of Shakespearian Quotations

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Defiance: Quotations from Shakespearian Quotations

Defiance, traitors, hurl we in your teeth.— J.C. v. 1
Marry, Thou, thou dost wrong me; thou dissembler, thou:- Nay, never lay thy hand upon thy sword, I fear thee not.— M. A. v. 1
What man dare, I dare: Approach thou like the rugged Russian kear, The arm'd rhinoceros, or the Hyrcan tyger, Take any snape but that, and my firm nerves Shall never tremble: Or, be alive again, And dare me to the desert with thy sword; If trembling I inhibit thee, protest me The baby of a girl.— M. iii. 4
And spur thee on, with full as many lies As may be holla'd in thy treacherous ear— R. II. iv. 1
From sun to sun. Stand back, lord Salisbury, stand back, I say; By heaven, I think my sword as sharp as yours: I would not have you, lord, forget yourself, Nor tempt the danger of my true defence; Lest I, by marking of your rage, forget Your worth, your greatness, and nobility.— K. J. iv. 3.
Who sets me else? by heaven, I'll throw at all: I have a thousand spirits in one breast, To answer twenty thousand such as you.— R. II. iv. 1.
Health to you, valiant Sir, During all the question of the gentle truce; But when I meet you arm'd, as black defiance,— T. C. iv. 1
As heart can think, or courage execute. Win me and wear me,--let him answer me,- Come, follow me, boy; come, boy, follow me: Sir boy, I'll whip you from your foining fence: Nay, as I am a gentleman, I will.— M. A. v. 1.
What I did, I did in honour, Led by the impartial conduct of my soul; And never shall you see that I will beg— H. IV. PT. II. v. 2.
A ragged and forestall'd remission. There is my gage, the manual seal of death, That marks thee out for hell: I say, thou liest, And will maintain what thou hast said, is false, In thy heart blood, though being all too base To stain the temper of my knightly sword.— R. II. iv 1..
If that thy valour stand on sympathies, There is my gage, Aumerle, in gage to thine: By that fair sun which shows me where thou stand'st, I heard thee say, and vauntingly thou spak'st it, That thou wert cause of noble Glo'ster's death. If thou deny'st it, twenty times thou liest; And I will turn thy falsehood to thy heart,— R. II. iv. 1.
Where it was forged, with my rapier's point. R. II. iv. 1. Shall I be flouted thus with dunghill grooms!— H.VI. P1. 1. i. 3.
Scorn, and defiance; slight regard, contempt, And any thing that may not misbecome The mighty sender, doth he prize you at.— H. V. ii. 4
Though I am not splenetive and rash, Yet have I in me something dangerous, Which let thy wisdom fear.— H. V. 1.
I had rather chop this hand off at a blow, And with the other fling it at thy face, Than bear so low a sail to strike to thee.— H.VI. FT. III. v. 1.
I will fight with him upon this theme, Until my eye-lids will no longer wag.— H. v. 1.
Let them pronounce the steep Tarpeian death, Vagabond exile, flaying; pent to linger But with a grain a day, I would not buy Their mercy at the price of one fair word.— C. iii. 3.
You fools! I and my fellows Are ministers of fate; the elements Of whom your swords are temper'd, may as well Wound the loud winds, or with bemock'd-at stabs Kill the still-closing waters, as diminish One dowle that's in my plume.— T. iii. 3.
Thou injurious tribune! Within thine eyes sat twenty thousand deaths, In thy hands clutch'd as many millions, in Thy lying tongue both numbers, I would say, Thou liest, unto thee, with voice as free As I do pray the gods.— C. iii. 3
Let them come; They come like sacrifices in their trim, And to the fire-ey'd maid of smoky war, All hot and bleeding will we offer them; The mailed Mars shall on his altar sit Up to the ears in blood.— H. IV. PT. I. iv. 1
I do defy him, and I spit at him; Call him a slanderous coward, and a villain.— R. II. i. 1.
Gentle heaven, Cut off all intermission; front to front, Bring thou this fiend of Scotland, and myself; Within my sword's length set him; if he 'scape, Heaven forgive him too!— M. iv. 3
Let him do his spite: My services, which I have done the signiory Shall out-tongue his complaints.— O, 1. 2
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