Quotes About Betrayal

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.

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.

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

Rouse him:—make after him, poison his delight, Proclaim him in the streets; incense her kinsmen, And, though he in a fertile climate dwell, Plague him with flies: though that his joy be joy, Yet throw such changes of vexation

Be the innocent flower, but be the serpent under it

Not Cassio kill'd! then murder's out of tune, And sweet revenge grows harsh. DESDEMONA O, falsely, falsely murder'd!

Look behind you, my lord. FIRST MURDERER   Take that, and that. (Stabs him.)

On thee, the troubler of the poor world's peace! The worm of conscience still be-gnaw thy soul! Thy friends suspect for traitors while thou liv'st, And take deep traitors for thy dearest friends!

A man may break a word with you, sir, and words are but wind; Ay, and break it in your face, so he break it not behind.

The fiend gives the more friendly counsel.

O thou dissembling cub! what wilt thou be When time hath sow'd a grizzle on thy case? Or will not else thy craft so quickly grow, That thine own trip shall be thine overthrow? Farewell, and take her; but direct thy feet Where thou and I henceforth may never meet.

I'll be revenged on the whole pack of you!        Exit

O, she was foul!— I scarce did know you, uncle; there lies your niece, Whose breath, indeed, these hands have newly stopp'd: I know this act shows horrible and grim. GRATIANO Poor Desdemona! I am glad thy father's dead: Thy match was mortal to him, and pure grief Shore his old thread in twain: did he live now, This sight would make him do a desperate turn, Yea, curse his better angel from his side, And fall to reprobance. OTHELLO 'Tis pitiful; but yet Iago knows That she with Cassio hath

It is the green eyed monster which doth mock.

I didn't say free, madam. No, I didn't say that. He's bound to Octavia. CLEOPATRA For what favor? MESSENGER For the favor of sleeping in her bed. CLEOPATRA I am pale, Charmian. MESSENGER He's married to Octavia, madam. CLEOPATRA May you die of the worst disease!

Tis like she comes to speak of Cassio's death, The noise was high. Ha! No more moving? Still as the grave. Shall she come in? Were 't good? I think she stirs again—No. What's best to do? If she come in, she'll sure speak to my wife— My wife! my wife! what wife? I have no wife. Oh, insupportable! Oh, heavy hour! Methinks it should be now a huge eclipse Of sun and moon, and that th' affrighted globe Should yawn at alteration.

William Shakespeare

Borne by the trustless wings of false desire.

treachery! Fly, good Fleance, fly, fly, fly!

This was the most unkindest cut of all;

O, she tore the letter into a thousand half-pence; railed at herself, that she should be so immodest to write to one that she knew would flout her. 'I measure him,' says she, 'by my own spirit; for I should flout him, if he writ to me; yea, though I love him, I should.

Master Custard, you must rise and be hanged

meet it is I set it down        That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain;        At least I am sure it may be so in Denmark. [

If then that friend demand why Brutus rose against Caesar, this is my answer: not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more.