1H4 III.i.32.1 | [Hotspur to Glendower, of earthquakes] At your birth / Our grandam earth, having this distemperature, / In passion shook |
1H6 V.ii.18 | [Pucelle to all] Of all base passions, fear is most accursed |
1H6 V.v.82 | [King to all] My tender youth was never yet attaint / With any passion of inflaming love |
AYL I.ii.246 | [Orlando alone] What passion hangs these weights upon my tongue? |
E3 II.i.55 | [King Edward alone, of Lodowick] I will acquaint him with my passion |
H5 II.ii.132 | [King Henry to Scroop, of other men] are they ... / Free from gross passion or of mirth or anger |
Ham III.ii.204 | [First Player as King to his Queen] What to ourselves in passion we propose, / The passion ending, doth the purpose lose |
JC I.ii.40 | [Brutus to Cassius] Vexed I am / Of late with passions of some difference |
KJ III.iii.47 | [King John to Hubert, of merriment] A passion hateful to my purposes |
LC.199 | [of men's gifts of pearls and rubies to the woman] Figuring that they their passions likewise lent me / Of grief and blushes |
LC.295 | [of the man] his passion but an art of craft |
LLL IV.iii.200 | [Longaville to King, of Berowne reading his own letter] It did move him to passion |
LLL V.ii.118 | [Boyet to Princess, of the King's party] in this spleen ridiculous appears, / To check their folly, passion's solemn tears |
TC II.ii.170 | [Hector to Paris and Troilus] The reasons you allege do more conduce / To the hot passion of distempered blood |
TC III.ii.33 | [Troilus alone, of his feeling while waiting for Cressida] Even such a passion doth embrace my bosom |
TC V.ii.165 | [Ulysses to Troilus] May worthy Troilus be half attached / With that which here his passion doth express? |
Tim I.i.137 | [Old Athenian to Timon] Our own precedent passions do instruct us / What levity's in youth |
Tit III.ii.48 | [Marcus to Titus, of Young Lucius] the tender boy in passion moved / Doth weep to see his grandsire's heaviness |
Ven.218 | [] swelling passion doth provoke a pause |
Ven.967 | [of Venus] Variable passions throng her constant woe |