Quotes from William Shakespeare

Shame to him whose cruel striking, kills for thoughts of his own liking.

In a false quarrel there is no true valor

he that drinks all night, and is hanged betimes in the morning, may sleep the sounder all the next day.

For he today who sheds his blood with me shall be my brother.

The apparel oft proclaims the man

Yet, a barful strife! Whoe'er I woo, myself would be his wife.

Romeu, Romeu! Ah! Porque és tu Romeu? Renega o pai, despoja-te do nome; ou então, se não quiseres juro ao menos que amor me tens, porque uma Capuleto deixarei de ser logo.

Por un extraño azar la próvida Fortuna, que ahora me acompaña, ha traído hasta aquí a mis enemigos, y por presciencia veo que mi cenit depende de un astro sumamente favorable y que, si no aprovecho su influencia, mi suerte decaerá. Cesen ya tus preguntas. Te duermes. Es benigna soñolencia. Abandónate: no puedes evitarla. (Próspero)

O know, sweet love, I always write of you, And you and love are still my argument, So all my best is dressing old words new, Spending again what is already spent: For as the sun is daily new and old, So is my love still telling what is told.

Zounds, sir, you are one of those that will not serve God if the devil bid you...I am one, sir, that comes to tell you your daughter and the Moor are making the beast with two backs.

Out of this wood do not desire to go; Thou shalt remain here whether thou wilt or no.

To cut the head off and then hack the limbs, Like wrath in death and envy afterwards. For Antony is but a limb of Caesar. 165    Let us be sacrificers, but not butchers, Caius.

As you from crimes would pardon'd be, Let your indulgence set me free.

If then true lovers have been ever cross'd, It stands as an edict in destiny: Then let us teach our trial patience, Because it is a customary cross, As due to love as thoughts and dreams and sighs, Wishes and tears, poor fancy's followers.

O be some other name.

With purpose to be dressed in an opinion of wisdom gravity profound conceit as who should say 'I am Sir Oracle and when I ope my lips let no dog bark.' 1.1

The reason why the seven stars are no more than seven is a pretty reason. King Lear: Because they are not eight? Fool: Yes, indeed: thou wouldst make a good fool.

Ladies, you deserve To have a temple built you: all the swords In Italy, and her confederate arms, Could not have made this peace.

A spirit I am indeed,   But am in that dimension grossly clad   Which from the womb I did participate.   Were you a woman, as the rest goes even,   I should my tears let fall upon your cheek,   And say, 'Thrice welcome, drownèd Viola.

For truth can never be confirmed enough, Though doubts did ever sleep.

I was not born under a rhyming planet. . . .

If you can mock a leek, you can eat a leek!

Il y a quelque chose de pourri dans le royaume du Danemark.

The thing that is so singular and stunning about Macbeth— indeed, it strikes one straightaway—is that all the magic Shakespeare put into writing it manages so entirely to harrow and astonish the soul.