Then I will kiss your lips, Kate.
Les dames et demoiselles,
Now tell me, madam, do you love your children?
Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds,
Towards Phoebus’ lodging. Such a wagoner
As Phaëton would whip you to the west
And bring in cloudy night immediately.
Words, words, words.Epizeuxis
What is the matter,
The forest walks are wide and spacious,
And many unfrequented plots there are,Hyperbaton
Fitted by kind for rape and villainy.
Andronicus, stain notHyperbaton thy tomb with blood.
Wilt thou draw near the nature of the gods?
Why then you must. But hear thee, Gratiano,
Thou art too wild, too rude and bold of voice—
Parts that become thee happily enough,
Mislike me not for my complexion,Alliteration and Hyperbaton
The shadowed livery of the burnished sun,
And if it stand, as you yourself still do,
Within the eye of honor, be assured
In sooth I know not why I am so sad.
It wearies me, you say it wearies you.
NowHyperbaton is the winter of our discontentMetaphor
Made glorious summerMetaphor by this sonParonomasia of York,
Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile,
Hath not old custom made this life more sweet
Than that of Alliterationpainted pomp?
Lo! She is one of this confederacy.
Now I perceive, they have conjoin’d all three
To fashion this false sport,
Admit no other way to save his life—
As I subscribe not that, nor any other—
There is a kind of character in thy life,
That to th’ observer doth thy history
You common cry of curs, Anaphorawhose breath I hate
SimileAs reek a’ th’ rotten fens,
But Cassius is no more. O setting sun,
As in thy red rays thou dost sink tonight,
So in his red blood Cassius’ day is set!
Hear me, for I will speak.
Must I give way and room to your rash choler?
We are at the stake,
And bay’d about with many enemies,
And some that smile have in their hearts,
This is a slight unmeritable man,
Meet to be sent on errandsAlliteration;
Kneel not, gentle Portia.
I should not need, if you were gentle Brutus.
Boy! Lucius! Fast asleep? It is no matter,
Enjoy the honey-heavy dew of slumber.Alliteration & Metaphor
Thou hast no figures nor no fantasies,
Let me have men about me that are fat,
Sleek-headed men and such as sleep a-nights.
Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world
Like a ColossusSimile, and we petty men
Walk under his huge legs,
Brutus, I do observe you now of late;
I have not from your eyes that gentleness
And show of love as I was wont to have.
Ha! Not for the wide world.
You kill me to deny it.
Hear me a little,
For I have only silent been so long,
Now, music, sound, and sing your solemn hymnAlliteration.
Ay, when fowls have no feathers, and fish have no fin.Alliteration & Parallelism
The time was onceHyperbaton when thou unurged wouldst vowAnastrophe
That never words were music to thine ear,
Was there ever any man thus beaten out of season,
When in the why and the whereforeAlliteration is neither rhyme nor reason?
A glooming peace this morning with it brings,Metaphor & Hyperbaton
The sun, for sorrow,
How silver-sweet sound lovers’ tongues by night,Alliteration
Like softest music to attending ears!
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,Alliteration
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
But he, his own affections’ counsellorParenthesis,
Is to himself (I will not say how true)Parenthesis
But to himself so secret and so close,
Two households, both alike in dignity,
In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,
From ancient grudgeParenthesis break to new mutiny,
Signior Antonio, many a time and oftHendiadys
In the Rialto you have rated me
About my moneys and my usances.
Therefore I pray you lead me to the caskets
To try my fortune. By this scimitar
That slew the Sophy and a Persian prince,