Quotes from William Shakespeare

We are glad the Dauphin is so pleasant with us; His present and your pains we thank you for: When we have match'd our rackets to these balls, We will, in France, by God's grace, play a set Shall strike his father's crown into the hazard. King Henry, scene ii

Nature might stand up      And say to all the world, 'This was a man!

I have not art to reckon my groans, but that I love thee best, oh, most best, believe it.

Like flies to wanton boys are we to the gods; they kill us for sport.

Thou, my slave, As thou report'st thyself, was then her servant, And for thou wast a spirit too delicate To act her earthy and abhorred commands, Refusing her grand hests, she did confine thee, By help of her more potent ministers And in her most unmitigable rage, Into a cloven pine, within which rift Imprisoned thou didst painfully remain A dozen years; within which space she died And left thee there, where thou didst vent thy groans As fast as mill wheels strike.

A leaner action rend us. What's amiss, May it be gently heard. When we debate Our trivial difference loud, we do commit Murther in healing wounds.

And whether we shall meet again, I know not. Therefore our everlasting farewell take. Forever and forever farewell, Cassius. If we do meet again, why we shall smile; If not, why then this parting was well made.

My Oberon! what visions have I seen! Methought I was enamour'd of an ass.

What man art thou that thus bescreen'd in night so stumblest on my counsel?

Though this knave came something saucily into this world before he was sent for, yet was is mother Fair; there was good sport at his making, and the Whoreson must be acknowledged.

Be the innocent flower, but be the serpent under it

For now, these hot days, is the mad blood stirring.

Be thou assured, if words be made of breath, And breath of life, I have no life to breath What thou hast said to me.

One woe doth tread upon another's heel. So fast they follow.

Sometime we see a cloud that's dragonish, A vapor sometime like a bear or lion, A towered citadel, a pendant rock, A forked mountain, or blue promontory With trees upon't that nod unto the world And mock our eyes with air. Thou hast seen these signs: They are black vesper's pageants.

Escalus, Prince of Verona. Paris, a young Nobleman, kinsman to the Prince. Montague,}Heads of two Houses at variance with each other. Capulet, } An Old Man, Uncle to Capulet. Romeo, Son to Montague. Mercutio, Kinsman to the Prince, and Friend to Romeo. Benvolio, Nephew to Montague, and Friend to Romeo. Tybalt, Nephew to Lady Capulet.

At this same ancient feast of Capulet's Sups the fair Rosaline whom thou so lov'st, With all the admired beauties of Verona. Go thither, and with unattainted eye, Compare her face with some that I shall show, And I will make thee think thy swan a crow.

I am too childish-foolish for this world.

In all my life only that dream is real.

When we are born, we cry that we are come To this great stage of fools. ??????, ?? ??????, ??? ?????? ?????? ? ?????? ??????.

Who are you? Tell me for more certainty. Albeit, I'll swear that I do know your tongue. Lorenzo: Lorenzo, and thy love. Jessica: Lorenzo, certain, and my love indeed. For who love I so much? And now who knows but you, Lorenzo, whether I am yours? Lorenzo: Heaven and thy thoughts are witness that thou art.

What is honour? A word. What is that word 'honour'? Air. A trim135 reckoning! Who hath it? He that died o'Wednesday. Doth he feel it? No. Doth he hear it? No. Is it insensible137, then? Yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living? No. Why? Detraction138 will not suffer it. Therefore I'll none of it. Honour is a mere scutcheon139: and so ends my catechism.140

Love can transpose to form and dignity.

Nothing, but our undertakings; when we vow to weep seas, live in fire, eat rocks, tame tigers; thinking it harder for our mistress to devise imposition enough than for us to undergo any difficulty imposed. This is the monstruosity in love, lady, that the will is infinite and the execution confined, that the desire is boundless and the act a slave to limit.