Quotes About Loyalty

I, sir, am Dromio; command him away. I, sir, am Dromio; pray, let me stay.

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

Think'st thou that duty shall have dread to speak when power to flattery bows?

Let us once lose our oaths to find ourselves, Or else we lose ourselves to keep our oaths

Wisdom! To leave his wife, to leave his babes, His mansion and his titles, in a place From whence himself does fly? He loves us not. He wants the natural touch; for the poor wren, The most diminutive of birds, will fight,             Her young ones in her nest, against the owl. All is the fear and nothing is the love, As little is the wisdom, where the flight So runs against all reason

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.

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

Let not to the marriage of true minds admit impediment...

So far be distant; and good night, sweet friend. Thy love ne'er alter till thy sweet life end!

Weigh oath with oath, and you will nothing weigh, Your vows to her and me, put in two scales, Will even weigh, and both as light as tales.

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.

O! never say that I was false of heart

I had rather be a toad, and live upon the vapor of a dungeon, than keep a corner in the thing I love for others uses.

Thy youngest daughter does not love thee least; nor are those empty-hearted whose low sounds reverb no hollowness.

When our actions do not, our fears do make us traitors

I would, while it was smiling in my face, Have plucked my nipple from his boneless gums And dashed the brains out, had I so sworn as you Have done to this.

i knew him, Horatio

And I, most jocund, apt, and willingly, To do you rest, a thousand deaths would die.

Who lives that's not depraved or depraves? Who dies, that bears not one spurn to their graves Of their friends' gift? I should fear those that dance before me now Would one day stamp upon me: 't has been done; Men shut their doors against a setting sun.

Great Timon, noble, worthy, royal Timon! Ah, when the means are gone that buy this praise, The breath is gone whereof this praise is made: Feast-won, fast-lost; one cloud of winter showers, These flies are couch'd.

No more can I be sever'd from your side, Than can yourself yourself in twain divide:

You shall mark Many a duteous and knee-crooking knave That, doting on his own obsequious bondage, Wears out his time, much like his master's ass, For nought but provender; and when he's old, cashier'd: Whip me such honest knaves.

Our nearness to the king in love is nearness to those who love not the king.

And as he plucked his cursed steel away, Mark how the blood of Caesar followed it, As rushing out of doors, to be resolved If Brutus unkindly knocked or no.