Isabel, / Sweet Isabel, do yet but kneel by me, / Hold up your hands, say nothing. I'l speak all. / they say best men are molded out of aults, / And, for the most, become much more the better / For being a little bad. So may my husband.
Mariana; MEASURE FOR MEASURE
Ha! Goneril with a white beard? They flattered me like a dog and told me I had the white hairs in my beard ere the black ones were there... they told me I was everything. 'Tis a lie. I am not ague-proof.
King Lear; KING LEAR
Thou, Nature, art my goddess. To thy law / My services are bound. Wherefore should I / Stand in the plague of custom, and permit / The curiosity of nations to deprive me / For that I am some twelve or fourteen moonshines / Lag of a brother? why "bastard"?
Edmund; KING LEAR
O ruined piece of nature! This great world / Shall so wear out to naught. Dost thou know me?
I remember thine eyes well enough. dost thou / squinny at me? No, do thy worst, blind Cupid, I'll / not love. Read thou this challenge. Mark but the / penning of
Gloucester, King Lear; KING LEAR
Peace, you ungracious clamors! Peace, rude sounds! / Fools on both sides! Helen must needs be fair / When with your blood you daily paint her thus. / I cannot fight upon this argument; / It is too starved a subject for my sword. / But Pandarus--O gods, ho
Troilus; TROILUS AND CRESSIDA
Pray you, content you.
What offends you, lady?
Sir, mine own company.
You cannot shun yourself.
Let me go and try. / I have a kind of self that resides with you, / But an unkind self that itself will leave / To be another's fool. / I would be gone. / Wher
Troilus, Cressida; TROILUS AND CRESSIDA
The specialty of rule hath been neglected, / And look how many Grecian tents do stand / Hollow upon this plan, so many hollow factions. / When that the general is not like the hive / To whom the foragers shall all repair, / What honey is expected? Degree
Ulysses; TROILUS AND CRESSIDA
Is / not birth, beauty, good shape, discourse, manhood, / learning, gentleness, virtue, youth, liberality and such-like the spice and salt that season a man?
Ay, a minced man; and then to be baked with / no date in the pie, for then the man's date is out
Pandarus, Cressida; TROILUS AND CRESSIDA
But now you have it, take it.
Whose was it?
By all Diana's waiting-women yond,
And by herself, I will not tell you whose.
Tomorrow will I wear it on my helm / And grieve his spirit that dares not challenge it.
Were thou the devil wor'st it on thy horn
Diomedes, Cressida, Troilus; TROILUS AND CRESSIDA
Ah, sir, there's many a Greek and Trojan dead / Since first I saw yourself and Diomed / In Ilium on your Greekish embassy.
Sir, I foretold you then what would ensue. / My prophecy is but half his journey yet, / For yonder walls, that pertly front your tow
Ulysses, Hector; TROILUS AND CRESSIDA
Love, love, nothing but love, still love, still more! / For, O, love's bow / Shoots buck and doe. / The shaft confounds / Not that it wounds / But tickles still the sore. / These lovers cry "O ho!" they die, / Yet that which seems the wound to kill / Doth
Pandarus; TROILUS AND CRESSIDA
An thou let part so, Sir Andrew, would thou / mightst never draw sword again.
An you part so, mistress, I would I might / never draw sword again. Fair lady, do you think you / have fools in hand?
Sir, I have not you by th' hand.
Marry, but you shall have,
Maria, Andrew; TWELFTH NIGHT
If music be the food of love, play on. / Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, / The appetite may sicken and so die. / that strain again! It had a dying fall. / O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet sound / That breathes upon a bank of violets, / Steali
Orsino; TWELFTH NIGHT
Why, "some are born great, some achieve greatness, / and some have greatness thrown upon them." / I was one, sir, in this interlude, one Sir Topas, sir, / but that's all one. "By the Lord, Fool, I am not / mad" -- but, do you remember "Madam, why laugh /
Fool; TWELFTH NIGHT
Tush, never tell me! I take it much unkindly
Roderigo; OTHELLO
Despise me / If I do not. Three great ones of the city, / In personal suit to make me his lieutenant, / Off-capped to him; an, by the faith of man, / I know my price, I am worth no worse a place. / But he, as loving his own pride and purposes, / Evades th
Iago; OTHELLO
Were I the Moor I would not be Iago. / In following him, I follow but myself. / Heaven is my judge, not I for love and duty, / But seeming so for my peculiar end
Iago; OTHELLO
You say true, 'tis so indeed. If such tricks as these strip you out of your lieutenantry, it had been better you had not kissed your three fingers so oft, which now again you are most apt to play the sir in. Very good; well kissed; an excellent courtesy!
Iago; OTHELLO
My mother had a maid called Barbary. / She was in love, and he she loved proved mad / And did forsake her. She had a song of willow, / An old thing 'twas, but it expressed her fortune, / And she died singing it. That song tonight / Will not go from my min
Desdemona; OTHELLO
Yes, a dozen; and as many to th' vantage as / would store the world they played for. / But I do think it is their husbands' faults / If wives do fall. Say that they slack their duties, And pour our treasures into foreign laps
Emilia; OTHELLO
Come on, bawd. I will instruct thee in my trade. Follow
I do desire to learn, sir; and I hope, if you have / occasion to use me for your own turn, you shall find / me yare. For truly, sir, for your kindness, I owe / you a good turn.
Abhorson, Pompey; MEASURE FOR MEASURE
I do arrest your words. Be that you are, / That is, a woman; if you be more, you're none; / If you be one, as you are well express'd / By all external warrants, show it now, /By putting on the destined livery.
Angelo; MEASURE FOR MEASURE
Who will believe thee, Isabel? / My unsoiled name, th' austereness of my life, / My vouch against you, and my place i' th' state / Will so your accusation overweigh / That you shall stifle in your own report / And smell of calumny. / I have begun, / And n
Angelo; MEASURE FOR MEASURE
To whom should I complain? Did I tell this, / Who would believe me? O perilous mouths, / That bear in them one and the self-same tongue, / Either of condemnation or approof; / Bidding the law make court'sy to their will: / Hooking both right and wrong to
Isabella; MEASURE FOR MEASURE
O place and greatness, millions of false eyes / Are stuck upon thee; volumes of report / Run with these false, and, most contrarious, quest / Upon thy doings; thousand escapes of wit / Make thee the father of their idle dream / And rack thee in their fanc
Duke; MEASURE FOR MEASURE
He hath a garden circummered with brick, / Whose western side is with a vineyard backed; / And to that vineyard is a planched gate / that makes his opening with this bigger key.
Isabella; MEASURE FOR MEASURE
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
Duke; MEASURE FOR MEASURE
Should she kneel down in mercy of this fact, / Her brother's ghost his paved bed would break / And take her hence in horror
Duke; MEASURE FOR MEASURE
If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well / It were done quickly. If th' assassination / Could trammel up the consequence and catch / With his surcease success, that but this blow / Might be the be-all and the end-all here, / But here, upon this ba
Macbeth; MACBETH
Here's a knocking indeed! If a man were porter of hell-gate, he should have old turning the key
Porter; MACBETH
Accursed be that tongue that tells me so, / For it hath cowed my better part of man
Macbeth; MACBETH
If thou speak'st false, / Upon the next tree shall thou hang alive / Till famine cling thee. If thy speech be sooth, / I care not if thou dost for me as much.
Macbeth; MACBETH
She should have died hereafter. / There would have been a time for such a word. / Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow / Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
Macbeth; MACBETH
my nativity was under Ursa Major, so that it / follows I am rough and lecherous. I should / have been that I am, had the maidenliest star in the / firmament twinkled on my bastardizing
Edmund; KING LEAR
Ay, every inch a king. / When I do stare, see how the subject quakes / I pardon that man's life. what was thy cause? / Adultery? Thou shalt not die. Die for adultery? No.
King Lear; KING LEAR
Blow winds, and crack your cheeks! Rage, blow! / You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout / Till you have drenched our steeples, drowned the cocks, / You sulph'rous and thought-executing fires, / Vaunt-couriers of oak-cleaving thunderbolts, / Singe my white h
King Lear; KING LEAR
Thou ow'st the worm no silk, the beast no hide, the sheep no wool, the cat no perfume.
King Lear; KING LEAR
And wast thou fain, poor father, / To hovel thee with swine and rogues forlorn / In short and musty straw? Alack, alack, / 'Tis wonder that thy life and wits at once / Had not concluded at all. - He wakes. Speak to him.
Cordelia; KING LEAR