Personification

First Lord
Sir, his wife some two months since fled
from his house. Her pretense is a pilgrimage to
Saint Jaques le Grand, which holy undertaking
with most austere sanctimony she accomplished.
And, there residing, the tenderness of her nature
became as a prey to her grief; in fine, made a groan
of her last breath,
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Duke
Come hither, Isabel.
Your friar is now your prince. As I was then
Advertising and holy to your business,
Not changing heart with habit,Synecdoche & Metonymy I am still
Attorneyed at your service.
Isabella
O, give me pardon
That I, your vassal, have employed and pained
Your unknown sovereignty.
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Duke
For this new-married man approaching here,
Whose salt imagination yet hath wronged
Your well-defended honor, you must pardon
For Mariana’s sake. But as he adjudged your brother—
Being criminal in double violation
Of sacred chastity and of promise-breach
Thereon dependent for your brother’s life—
The very mercy of the law cries out
Most audible,
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King Henry
Then I will kiss your lips, Kate.
Katherine
Les dames et demoiselles, pour être baisées
devant leurs noces, il n’est pas la coutume de France.
King Henry
Madam my interpreter, what says she?Hyperbaton
Alice
—I cannot tell wat is baiser en Anglish.
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Mistrust of good success hath done this deed.
O hateful error, melancholy’s child,
Why dost thou show to the apt thoughts of men
The things that are not? O error, soon conceiv’d,
Thou never com’st unto a happy birth,
But kill’st the mother that engend’red thee!Personification
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A glooming peace this morning with it brings,Metaphor & Hyperbaton
The sun, for sorrow, will not show his head.Personification and Alliteration
Go hence to have more talk of these sad things;
Some shall be pardon’d, and some punishèd:Alliteration & Ellipsis
For never was a story of more woeEllipsis
Than this of Juliet and her Romeo.
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Macbeth
What is that noise?
Seyton
It is the cry of women, my good lord.
  He exits.

Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time

Macbeth
I have almost forgot the taste of fears.
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