Quotes About Tragedy

O Hero, what a Hero hadst thou been.

These words are razors to my wounded heart.

I am fortunes fool.

Kaç?n?lmaz felaketler kar??s?nda s?zlanmak, gülmek kadar aptalcad?r.

what Shakespeare really aimed to show: the destruction of a soul by demonic forces.

the essence of Macbeth is seeing a great and intelligent man succumb to the forces of darkness. What gives the tragedy

Such a mad marriage never was before.

The best actors in the world, either for tragedy, comedy, history, pastoral, pastoral-comical, historical-pastoral, tragical-historical, tragical-comical-historical-pastoral, scene individable, or poem unlimited. Seneca cannot be too heavy, nor Plautus too light. For the law of writ and the liberty, these are the only men. Polonius

William Shakespeare

They must lie there. Go carry them and smear (50) The sleepy grooms with blood.

Sí. ¿Qué tristeza alarga las horas de Romeo? ROMEO No tener lo que, al tenerlo, las abrevia.

William Shakespeare

William Shakespeare

Romeu, Romeu! Ah! Porque és tu Romeu? Renega o pai, despoja-te do nome; ou então, se não quiseres juro ao menos que amor me tens, porque uma Capuleto deixarei de ser logo.

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.

The thing that is so singular and stunning about Macbeth— indeed, it strikes one straightaway—is that all the magic Shakespeare put into writing it manages so entirely to harrow and astonish the soul.

One woe doth tread upon another's heel. So fast they follow.

For us and for our tragedy, Here stooping to your clemency, We beg your hearing patiently. HAMLET: Is this a prologue or the posy of a ring?

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

CAPULET: Ready to go, but never to return. O son! the night before thy wedding-day Hath Death lain with thy wife. There she lies, Flower as she was, deflowered by him. Death is my son-in-law, Death is my heir; My daughter he hath wedded: I will die, And leave him all; life, living, all is Death's.

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 surely significant, for instance, that Romeo and Juliet was written at around the same time as The Merchant of Venice, a play that is preoccupied with the whole question of freedom of choice and its consequences.4

One that was a woman, sir; but, rest her soul, she's dead.

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.