Quotes About Loyalty

Upon such sacrifices, my Cordelia,The gods themselves throw incense.

To dance attendance on their lordships' pleasures.

Had I but serv'd my God with half the zealI serv'd my king, he would not in mine ageHave left me naked to mine enemies.

I do perceive here a divided duty.

If we are marked to die, we are enough to do our country loss and if to live, the fewer men, the greater share of honor.

Murderer: We are men, my liege.Macbeth: Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men.

Such duty as the subject owes the prince,Even such a woman oweth to her husband.

'Ban, 'Ban, Ca—Caliban,Has a new master—Get a new man.

Hamlet: His beard was grizzled, no?Horatio: It was, as I have seen it in his life,A sable silver'd.

O! never say that I was false of heart,Though absence seem'd my flame to qualify.

I have peppered two of them…. I tell thee what, Hal, if I tell thee a lie, spit in my face, call me horse.

We have kiss'd awayKingdoms and provinces.

The caterpillars of the commonwealth,Which I have sworn to weed and pluck away.

My friends were poor, but honest.

O happy horse, to bear the weight of Antony!

Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar;Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried,Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel.

You care not who sees your back: call you that backing of your friends? A plague upon such backing!

Duncan is in his grave;After life's fitful fever he sleeps well;Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor poison,Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothingCan touch him further.

So Judas did to Christ: but he, in twelve,Found truth in all but one; I, in twelve thousand, none.God save the king! Will no man say, amen?

Diana's foresters, gentlemen of the shade, minions of the moon.

Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more.Men were deceivers ever;One foot in sea, and one on shore,To one thing constant never.

Even such a man, so faint, so spiritless,So dull, so dead in look, so woe-begone,Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night,And would have told him half his Troy was burn'd.

Romeo: Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swearThat tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops—Juliet: O! swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon,That monthly changes in her circled orb,Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.

I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon,Than such a Roman.