Quotes About Betrayal

machinations, hollowness, treachery, and all ruinous disorders, follow us disquietly to our graves

Mother, you have my father much offended.

This hand shall never more come near thee with such friendship

I hope my noble lord esteems me honest. OTHELLO: Oh, ay, as summer flies are in the shambles, That quicken even with blowing. O thou weed, Who art so lovely fair and smell'st so sweet That the sense aches at thee, would thou hadst ne'er been born! DESDEMONA: Alas, what ignorant sin have I committed? OTHELLO: Was this fair paper, this most goodly book, Made to write "whore" upon?

Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil himself Upon thy wicked dam

Northumberland, thou ladder wherewithal the mounting Bolingbroke ascends my throne.

I will go tell him of Hermia's flight: Then to the wood will he to-morrow night Pursue her; and for this intelligence If I have thanks, it is a dear expense: But herein mean I to enrich my pain, To have his sight thither and back again.

Now, Hamlet, where's Polonius? HAMLET At supper. KING CLAUDIUS At supper! where? HAMLET Not where he eats, but where he is eaten: a certain convocation of politic worms are e'en at him. Your worm is your only emperor for diet: we fat all creatures else to fat us, and we fat ourselves for maggots: your fat king and your lean beggar is but variable service, two dishes, but to one table: that's the end.

I will speak daggers to her, but use none.

That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain: At least I am sure, it may be so in Denmark:

Strike as thou didst at Caesar; for I know / When though didst hate him worst, thou loved'st him better / Than ever thou loved'st Cassius.

What, you egg? Young fry of treachery!

God help the noble Claudio! if he have caught the Benedick, it will cost him a thousand pound ere a' be cured.

How many fond fools serve mad jealousy!

Disguise, I see thou art a wickedness,/ Wherein the...enemy does much.

Let him forever go!-Let him not, Charmian. Though he be painted one way like a Gorgon, The other way he's a Mars.

A kiss, long as my exile, as sweet as my revenge.

How now, my love? Why is your cheek so pale? How chance the roses there do fade so fast? Her. Belike for want of rain, which I could well beteem them from the tempest of my eyes.

I'll sacrifice the lamb that I do love   To spite a raven's heart within a dove.

And Caesar shall go forth.

What is a traitor? Lady Macduff: Why, one that swears and lies. Son: And be all traitors that do so? Lady Macduff: Everyone that does so is a traitor, and must be hanged. Son: Who must hang them? Lady Macduff Why, the honest men. Son: Then the liars and swearers are fools; for there are liars and swearers enow to beat the honest men, and hang up them.

She is your treasure, she must have a husband; I must dance bare-foot on her wedding day And for your love to her lead apes in hell. Talk not to me: I will go sit and weep Till I can find occasion of revenge.

Thou most lying slave, Whom stripes may move, not kindness!

But cruel are the times, when we are traitors, And do not know ourselves; when we hold rumour From what we fear, yet know not what we fear, But float upon a wild and violent sea Each way and none