Quotes About Betrayal

The near in blood, The nearer bloody.

To hell, allegiance! Vows, to the blackest devil! Conscience and grace, to the profoundest pit! I dare damnation

Soft you; a word or two before you go. I have done the state some service, and they know't.— No more of that.—I pray you, in your letters, When you shall these unlucky deeds relate, Speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate, Nor set down aught in malice: then must you speak Of one that loved not wisely, but too well; Of one not easily jealous, but

And with a little pin bores through his castle wall and farewell king.

Whoever is born on a day I forget to send a message to Antony will die a beggar. Bring ink and paper, Charmian. Welcome, my good Alexas. Charmian, did I ever love Caesar as much as this? Oh, that splendid Caesar! May you choke on any other sentiments like that! Say, "That splendid Antony." The courageous Caesar! By Isis, I'll give you bloody teeth if you ever compare Caesar with Antony, my best man among men.

Tis given out that, sleeping in my orchard, A serpent stung me; so the whole ear of Denmark Is by a forged process of my death Rankly abused: but know, thou noble youth, The serpent that did sting thy father's life Now wears his crown.

Tell him from me that he hath done me wrong, And therefore I'll uncrown him ere't be long.

if I were the Moor I wouldn't want to be Iago.

Holy Saint Francis, what a change is here! Is Rosaline, whom thou didst love so dear, So soon forsaken? young men's love then lies Not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes.

What, gone without a word? Ay, so true love should do. It cannot speak, For truth hath better deeds than words to grace it. (2.2.17-19)

Ay, sir, that soaks up the king's countenance, his rewards, his authorities. But such officers do the king best service in the end: he keeps them, like an ape, in the corner of his jaw; first mouthed, to be last swallowed: when he needs what you have gleaned, it is but squeezing you, and, sponge, you shall be dry again.

O Hero, what a Hero hadst thou been.

These words are razors to my wounded heart.

Where we are, There's daggers in men's smiles: the near in blood, The nearer bloody.

Many a man's tongue shakes out his master's undoing.

I am fortunes fool.

An old black ram is tupping your white ewe

I yet beseech your majesty,-- If for I want that glib and oily art, To speak and purpose not; since what I well intend, I'll do't before I speak,--that you make known It is no vicious blot, murder, or foulness, No unchaste action, or dishonour'd step, That hath deprived me of your grace and favour; But even for want of that for which I am richer, A still-soliciting eye, and such a tongue As I am glad I have not, though not to have it Hath lost me in your liking.

Yet she must die, else she'll betray more men. Put out the light, and then put out the light: If I quench thee, thou flaming minister, I can again thy former light restore, Should I repent me: but once put out thy light, Thou cunning'st pattern of excelling nature, I know not where is that Promethean heat That can thy light relume.

I sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright Who art cold as Hel, as dark as night

the hate I bear thee can afford no better term then this: thou art a villian.

Do it not with poison. Strangle her in her bed, even the bed she hath contaminated.

To vice you to't, that you have touch'd his queen Forbiddenly.

Rumble thy bellyful! Spit, fire! spout, rain! Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters: I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness; I never gave you kingdom, call'd you children, You owe me no subscription: then let fall Your horrible pleasure: here I stand, your slave, A poor, infirm, weak, and despised old man: But yet I call you servile ministers, That have with two pernicious daughters join'd Your high engender'd battles 'gainst a head So old and white as this. O! O! 'tis foul!