corse (n.)
corpse, dead body
1H6 I.i.62 [Bedford to First Messenger] What sayest thou, man, before dead Henry's corse?
Cor [First Lord to all, of Coriolanus] Let him be regarded / As the most noble corse that ever herald / Did follow to his urn
Cym IV.ii.229 [Arviragus to supposedly dead disguised Innogen] To winter-ground thy corse
Ham I.ii.105 [Claudius to Hamlet] From the first corse till he that died today
Ham I.iv.52 [Hamlet to Ghost] thou, dead corse, again in complete steel
Ham V.i.163 [First Clown to Hamlet] we have many pocky corses nowadays
Ham V.i.216 [Hamlet to Horatio] The corse they follow did with desperate hand / Fordo it own life
JC III.i.199 [Antony to dead Caesar] in the presence of thy corse
JC III.i.291 [Antony to Servant, of Caesar's body]Thou shalt not back till I have borne this corse / Into the market-place
Per III.ii.61 [Cerimon to Gentlemen] O you most potent gods, what's here? A corse?
R3 I.ii.1 [stage direction] Enter the corse of Henry the Sixth
R3 I.ii.225 [Richard to pall-bearers] Sirs, take up the corse
R3 I.ii.36 [Richard to pall-bearers] Villains, set down the corse, or, by Saint Paul, / I'll make a corse of him that disobeys!
R3 II.i.82 [Richard to all, of Clarence] You do him injury to scorn his corse
R3 IV.i.66 [Anne to Queen Elizabeth] he that is my husband now / Came to me as I followed Henry's corse
R3.I.ii.32 [Anne to pall-bearers] Rest you, whiles I lament King Henry's corse
RJ III.ii.128 [Nurse to Juliet, of the Capulets] Weeping and wailing over Tybalt's corse
RJ III.ii.54 [Nurse to Juliet] A piteous corse, a bloody piteous corse
RJ IV.v.80 [Friar Laurence to the Capulets] Dry up your tears, and stick your rosemary / On this fair corse
RJ IV.v.89 [Capulet to all] Our bridal flowers serve for a buried corse
RJ IV.v.93 [Friar Laurence to all] Every one prepare / To follow this fair corse unto her grave
RJ V.ii.29 [Friar Laurence alone] Poor living corse, closed in a dead man's tomb!
Tim V.iv.70 [Alcibiades reading Timon's epitaph] Here lies a wretched corse, of wretched soul bereft
WT IV.iv.129 [Florizel to Perdita, of being strewn with flowers] What, like a corse?
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