Part III
. Act v. Sc. 6._
Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York, And all the clouds that loured upon our house In the deep bosom of the ocean buried. Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths, Our bruised arms hung up for monuments, Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings, Our dreadful marches to delightful measures. Grim-visaged war hath smoothed his wrinkled front; And now, instead of mounting barbed steeds To fright the souls of fearful adversaries, He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber To the lascivious pleasing of a lute. But I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass; I, that am rudely stamped, and want love's majesty To strut before a wanton ambling nymph; I, that am curtailed of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling nature, Deformed, unfinished, sent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them,-- Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to spy my shadow in the sun.
_King Richard III. Act i. Sc. 1._
To leave this keen encounter of our wits.
_King Richard III. Act i. Sc. 2._
Was ever woman in this humour wooed? Was ever woman in this humour won?
_King Richard III. Act i. Sc. 2._
Framed in the prodigality of nature.
_King Richard III. Act i. Sc. 2._
The world is grown so bad, That wrens make prey where eagles dare not perch.[96-1]
_King Richard III. Act i. Sc. 3._
And thus I clothe my naked villany With old odd ends stolen out of[96-2] holy writ, And seem a saint when most I play the devil.
_King Richard III. Act i. Sc. 3._
O, I have passed a miserable night, So full of ugly sights, of ghastly dreams, That, as I am a Christian faithful man, I would not spend another such a night, Though 't were to buy a world of happy days.
_King Richard III. Act i. Sc. 4._
Lord, Lord! methought, what pain it was to drown! What dreadful noise of waters in mine ears! What ugly sights of death within mine eyes! Methought I saw a thousand fearful wrecks, Ten thousand men that fishes gnawed upon, Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl, Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels, All scattered in the bottom of the sea: Some lay in dead men's skulls; and in those holes Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept, As 't were in scorn of eyes, reflecting gems.
_King Richard III. Act i. Sc. 4._
A parlous boy.
_King Richard III. Act ii. Sc. 4._
So wise so young, they say, do never live long.[97-1]
_King Richard III. Act iii. Sc. 1._
Off with his head![97-2]
_King Richard III. Act iii. Sc. 4._
Lives like a drunken sailor on a mast, Ready with every nod to tumble down.
_King Richard III. Act iii. Sc. 4._
Even in the afternoon of her best days.
_King Richard III. Act iii. Sc. 7._
Thou troublest me; I am not in the vein.
_King Richard III. Act iv. Sc. 2._
Their lips were four red roses on a stalk.
_King Richard III. Act iv. Sc. 3._
The sons of Edward sleep in Abraham's bosom.
_King Richard III. Act iv. Sc. 3._
Let not the heavens hear these tell-tale women Rail on the Lord's anointed.
_King Richard III. Act iv. Sc. 4._
Tetchy and wayward.
_King Richard III. Act iv. Sc. 4._
An honest tale speeds best, being plainly told.
_King Richard III. Act iv. Sc. 4._
Thus far into the bowels of the land Have we marched on without impediment.
_King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 2._
True hope is swift, and flies with swallow's wings; Kings it makes gods, and meaner creatures kings.
_King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 2._
The king's name is a tower of strength.
_King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 3._
Give me another horse: bind up my wounds.
_King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 3._
O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me!
_King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 3._
My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain.
_King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 3._
The early village cock Hath twice done salutation to the morn.
_King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 3._
By the apostle Paul, shadows to-night Have struck more terror to the soul of Richard Than can the substance of ten thousand soldiers.
_King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 3._
The selfsame heaven That frowns on me looks sadly upon him.
_King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 3._
A thing devised by the enemy.[98-1]
_King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 3._
I have set my life upon a cast, And I will stand the hazard of the die: I think there be six Richmonds in the field.
_King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 4._
A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse!
_King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 4._
Order gave each thing view.
_King Henry VIII. Act i. Sc. 1._
No man's pie is freed From his ambitious finger.
_King Henry VIII. Act i. Sc. 1._
Anger is like A full-hot horse, who being allow'd his way, Self-mettle tires him.
_King Henry VIII. Act i. Sc. 1._
Heat not a furnace for your foe so hot That it do singe yourself.
_King Henry VIII. Act i. Sc. 1._
'T is but the fate of place, and the rough brake That virtue must go through.
_King Henry VIII. Act i. Sc. 2._
The mirror of all courtesy.
_King Henry VIII. Act ii. Sc. 1._
This bold bad man.[98-2]
_King Henry VIII. Act ii. Sc. 2._
'T is better to be lowly born, And range with humble livers in content, Than to be perked up in a glistering grief, And wear a golden sorrow.
_King Henry VIII. Act ii. Sc. 3._
Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain-tops that freeze, Bow themselves when he did sing.
_King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 1._
'T is well said again, And 't is a kind of good deed to say well: And yet words are no deeds.
_King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2._
And then to breakfast with What appetite you have.
_King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2._
I have touched the highest point of all my greatness; And from that full meridian of my glory I haste now to my setting: I shall fall Like a bright exhalation in the evening, And no man see me more.
_King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2._
Press not a falling man too far!
_King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2._
Farewell! a long farewell, to all my greatness! This is the state of man: to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hopes; to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him; The third day comes a frost, a killing frost, And when he thinks, good easy man, full surely His greatness is a-ripening, nips his root, And then he falls, as I do. I have ventured, Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond my depth: my high-blown pride At length broke under me and now has left me, Weary and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must forever hide me. Vain pomp and glory of this world, I hate ye: I feel my heart new opened. O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours! There is betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have: And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.
_King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2._
A peace above all earthly dignities, A still and quiet conscience.
_King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2._
A load would sink a navy.
_King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2._
And sleep in dull cold marble.
_King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2._
Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour, Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in; A sure and safe one, though thy master missed it.
_King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2._
I charge thee, fling away ambition: By that sin fell the angels.
_King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2._
Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not: Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!
_King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2._
Had I but served my God with half the zeal I served my king, he would not in mine age Have left me naked to mine enemies.
_King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2._
A royal train, believe me.
_King Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 1._
An old man, broken with the storms of state, Is come to lay his weary bones among ye: Give him a little earth for charity!
_King Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 2._
He gave his honours to the world again, His blessed part to heaven, and slept in peace.
_King Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 2._
So may he rest; his faults lie gently on him!
_King Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 2._
He was a man Of an unbounded stomach.
_King Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 2._
Men's evil manners live in brass; their virtues We write in water.[100-1]
_King Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 2._
He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one; Exceeding wise, fair-spoken, and persuading; Lofty and sour to them that loved him not, But to those men that sought him sweet as summer.
_King Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 2._
Yet in bestowing, madam, He was most princely.
_King Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 2._
After my death I wish no other herald, No other speaker of my living actions, To keep mine honour from corruption, But such an honest chronicler as Griffith.
_King Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 2._
To dance attendance on their lordships' pleasures.
_King Henry VIII. Act v. Sc. 2._
'T is a cruelty To load a falling man.
_King Henry VIII. Act v. Sc. 3._[101-1]
You were ever good at sudden commendations.
_King Henry VIII. Act v. Sc. 3._[101-1]
I come not To hear such flattery now, and in my presence.
_King Henry VIII. Act v. Sc. 3._[101-2]
They are too thin and bare to hide offences.
_King Henry VIII. Act v. Sc. 3._[101-1]
Those about her From her shall read the perfect ways of honour.
_King Henry VIII. Act v. Sc. 5._[101-2]
Wherever the bright sun of heaven shall shine, His honour and the greatness of his name Shall be, and make new nations.
_King Henry VIII. Act v. Sc. 5._
A most unspotted lily shall she pass To the ground, and all the world shall mourn her.
_King Henry VIII. Act v. Sc. 5._
I have had my labour for my travail.[101-3]
_Troilus and Cressida. Act i. Sc. 1._
Take but degree away, untune that string, And, hark, what discord follows! each thing meets In mere oppugnancy.[102-1]
_Troilus and Cressida. Act i. Sc. 3._
The baby figure of the giant mass Of things to come.
_Troilus and Cressida. Act i. Sc. 3._
Modest doubt is call'd The beacon of the wise, the tent that searches To the bottom of the worst.
_Troilus and Cressida. Act ii. Sc. 2._
The common curse of mankind,--folly and ignorance.
_Troilus and Cressida. Act ii. Sc. 3._
All lovers swear more performance than they are able, and yet reserve an ability that they never perform; vowing more than the perfection of ten, and discharging less than the tenth part of one.
_Troilus and Cressida. Act iii. Sc. 2._
Welcome ever smiles, And farewell goes out sighing.
_Troilus and Cressida. Act iii. Sc. 3._
One touch of nature makes the whole world kin.
_Troilus and Cressida. Act iii. Sc. 3._
And give to dust that is a little gilt More laud than gilt o'er-dusted.
_Troilus and Cressida. Act iii. Sc. 3._
And like a dew-drop from the lion's mane, Be shook to air.
_Troilus and Cressida. Act iii. Sc. 3._
His heart and hand both open and both free; For what he has he gives, what thinks he shows; Yet gives he not till judgment guide his bounty.
_Troilus and Cressida. Act iv. Sc. 5._
The end crowns all, And that old common arbitrator, Time, Will one day end it.
_Troilus and Cressida. Act iv. Sc. 5._
Had I a dozen sons, each in my love alike and none less dear than thine and my good Marcius, I had rather eleven die nobly for their country than one voluptuously surfeit out of action.
_Coriolanus. Act i. Sc. 3._
Nature teaches beasts to know their friends.
_Coriolanus. Act ii. Sc. 1._
A cup of hot wine with not a drop of allaying Tiber in 't.[103-1]
_Coriolanus. Act ii. Sc. 1._
Many-headed multitude.[103-2]
_Coriolanus. Act ii. Sc. 3._
I thank you for your voices: thank you: Your most sweet voices.
_Coriolanus. Act ii. Sc. 3._
Hear you this Triton of the minnows? Mark you His absolute "shall"?
_Coriolanus. Act iii. Sc. 1._
Enough, with over-measure.
_Coriolanus. Act iii. Sc. 1._
His nature is too noble for the world: He would not flatter Neptune for his trident, Or Jove for 's power to thunder.
_Coriolanus. Act iii. Sc. 1._
That it shall hold companionship in peace With honour, as in war.
_Coriolanus. Act iii. Sc. 2._
_Serv._ Where dwellest thou?
_Cor._ Under the canopy.
_Coriolanus. Act iv. Sc. 5._
A name unmusical to the Volscians' ears, And harsh in sound to thine.
_Coriolanus. Act iv. Sc. 5._
Chaste as the icicle That 's curdied by the frost from purest snow And hangs on Dian's temple.
_Coriolanus. Act v. Sc. 3._
If you have writ your annals true, 't is there That, like an eagle in a dove-cote, I Flutter'd your Volscians in Corioli: Alone I did it. Boy!
_Coriolanus. Act v. Sc. 6._[103-3]
Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge.
_Titus Andronicus. Act i. Sc. 2._
She is a woman, therefore may be woo'd; She is a woman, therefore may be won; She is Lavinia, therefore must be loved. What, man! more water glideth by the mill Than wots the miller of;[104-1] and easy it is Of a cut loaf to steal a shive.
_Titus Andronicus. Act ii. Sc. 1._
The eagle suffers little birds to sing.
_Titus Andronicus. Act iv. Sc. 4._
The weakest goes to the wall.
_Romeo and Juliet. Act i. Sc. 1._
Gregory, remember thy swashing blow.
_Romeo and Juliet. Act i. Sc. 1._
An hour before the worshipp'd sun Peered forth the golden window of the east.
_Romeo and Juliet. Act i. Sc. 1._
As is the bud bit with an envious worm Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air, Or dedicate his beauty to the sun.
_Romeo and Juliet. Act i. Sc. 1._
Saint-seducing gold.
_Romeo and Juliet. Act i. Sc. 1._
He that is strucken blind cannot forget The precious treasure of his eyesight lost.
_Romeo and Juliet. Act i. Sc. 1._
One fire burns out another's burning, One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish.[104-2]
_Romeo and Juliet. Act i. Sc. 2._
That book in many's eyes doth share the glory That in gold clasps locks in the golden story.
_Romeo and Juliet. Act i. Sc. 3._
For I am proverb'd with a grandsire phrase.
_Romeo and Juliet. Act i. Sc. 4._
O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you! She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the fore-finger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep.
_Romeo and Juliet. Act i. Sc. 4._
Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub, Time out o' mind the fairies' coachmakers.
_Romeo and Juliet. Act i. Sc. 4._
Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck, And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats, Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades, Of healths five-fathom deep; and then anon Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes, And being thus frighted swears a prayer or two And sleeps again.
_Romeo and Juliet. Act i. Sc. 4._
True, I talk of dreams, Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy.
_Romeo and Juliet. Act i. Sc. 4._
For you and I are past our dancing days.[105-1]
_Romeo and Juliet. Act i. Sc. 5._
It seems she hangs[105-2] upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear.
_Romeo and Juliet. Act i. Sc. 5._
Shall have the chinks.
_Romeo and Juliet. Act i. Sc. 5._
Too early seen unknown, and known too late!
_Romeo and Juliet. Act i. Sc. 5._
Young Adam Cupid, he that shot so trim, When King Cophetua loved the beggar maid!
_Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 1._
He jests at scars that never felt a wound. But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
_Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 2._[105-3]
See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand! O that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek!
_Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 2._[105-4]
O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?
_Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 2._[105-4]
What 's in a name? That which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet.
_Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 2._[105-4]
For stony limits cannot hold love out.
_Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 2._[105-4]
Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye Than twenty of their swords.
_Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 2._[105-4]
At lovers' perjuries, They say, Jove laughs.[106-1]
_Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 2._[106-2]
_Rom._ Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear, That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops--
_Jul._ O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon, That monthly changes in her circled orb, Lest that thy love prove likewise variable.
_Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 2._[106-2]
The god of my idolatry.
_Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 2._[106-2]
Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be Ere one can say, "It lightens."
_Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 2._[106-2]
This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet.
_Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 2._[106-2]
How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night, Like softest music to attending ears!
_Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 2._[106-2]
Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good night till it be morrow.
_Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 2._[106-2]
O, mickle is the powerful grace that lies In herbs, plants, stones, and their true qualities: For nought so vile that on the earth doth live But to the earth some special good doth give, Nor aught so good but strain'd from that fair use Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse: Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied; And vice sometimes by action dignified.
_Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 3._
Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye, And where care lodges, sleep will never lie.
_Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 3._
Thy old groans ring yet in my ancient ears.
_Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 3._
Stabbed with a white wench's black eye.
_Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 4._
The courageous captain of complements.
_Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 4._
One, two, and the third in your bosom.
_Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 4._
O flesh, flesh, how art thou fishified!
_Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 4._
I am the very pink of courtesy.
_Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 4._
A gentleman, nurse, that loves to hear himself talk, and will speak more in a minute than he will stand to in a month.
_Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 4._
My man 's as true as steel.[107-1]
_Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 4._
These violent delights have violent ends.
_Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 6._
Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.
_Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 6._
Here comes the lady! O, so light a foot Will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint.
_Romeo and Juliet. Act ii. Sc. 6._
Thy head is as full of quarrels as an egg is full of meat.
_Romeo and Juliet. Act iii. Sc. 1._
A word and a blow.[107-2]
_Romeo and Juliet. Act iii. Sc. 1._
A plague o' both your houses!
_Romeo and Juliet. Act iii. Sc. 1._
_Rom._ Courage, man; the hurt cannot be much.
_Mer._ No, 't is not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church-door; but 't is enough, 't will serve.
_Romeo and Juliet. Act iii. Sc. 1._
When he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night, And pay no worship to the garish sun.
_Romeo and Juliet. Act iii. Sc. 2._
Beautiful tyrant! fiend angelical!
_Romeo and Juliet. Act iii. Sc. 2._
Was ever book containing such vile matter So fairly bound? O, that deceit should dwell In such a gorgeous palace!
_Romeo and Juliet. Act iii. Sc. 2._
Thou cutt'st my head off with a golden axe.
_Romeo and Juliet. Act iii. Sc. 3._
They may seize On the white wonder of dear Juliet's hand And steal immortal blessing from her lips, Who, even in pure and vestal modesty, Still blush, as thinking their own kisses sin.
_Romeo and Juliet. Act iii. Sc. 3._
The damned use that word in hell.
_Romeo and Juliet. Act iii. Sc. 3._
Adversity's sweet milk, philosophy.
_Romeo and Juliet. Act iii. Sc. 3._
Taking the measure of an unmade grave.
_Romeo and Juliet. Act iii. Sc. 3._
Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain-tops.
_Romeo and Juliet. Act iii. Sc. 5._
Straining harsh discords and unpleasing sharps.
_Romeo and Juliet. Act iii. Sc. 5._
All these woes shall serve For sweet discourses in our time to come.
_Romeo and Juliet. Act iii. Sc. 5._
Villain and he be many miles asunder.
_Romeo and Juliet. Act iii. Sc. 5._
Thank me no thanks, nor proud me no prouds.
_Romeo and Juliet. Act iii. Sc. 5._
Not stepping o'er the bounds of modesty.
_Romeo and Juliet. Act iv. Sc. 2._
My bosom's lord sits lightly in his throne.
_Romeo and Juliet. Act v. Sc. 1._
I do remember an apothecary,-- And hereabouts he dwells.
_Romeo and Juliet. Act v. Sc. 1._
Meagre were his looks, Sharp misery had worn him to the bones.
_Romeo and Juliet. Act v. Sc. 1._
A beggarly account of empty boxes.
_Romeo and Juliet. Act v. Sc. 1._
Famine is in thy cheeks.
_Romeo and Juliet. Act v. Sc. 1._
The world is not thy friend nor the world's law.
_Romeo and Juliet. Act v. Sc. 1._
_Ap._ My poverty, but not my will, consents.
_Rom._ I pay thy poverty, and not thy will.
_Romeo and Juliet. Act v. Sc. 1._
The strength Of twenty men.
_Romeo and Juliet. Act v. Sc. 1._
One writ with me in sour misfortune's book.
_Romeo and Juliet. Act v. Sc. 3._
Her beauty makes This vault a feasting presence full of light.
_Romeo and Juliet, Act v. Sc. 3._
Beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there.
_Romeo and Juliet, Act v. Sc. 3._
Eyes, look your last! Arms, take your last embrace!
_Romeo and Juliet, Act v. Sc. 3._
But flies an eagle flight, bold and forth on, Leaving no tract behind.
_Timon of Athens. Act i. Sc. 1._
Here 's that which is too weak to be a sinner,--honest water, which ne'er left man i' the mire.
_Timon of Athens. Act i. Sc. 2._
Immortal gods, I crave no pelf; I pray for no man but myself; Grant I may never prove so fond, To trust man on his oath or bond.
_Timon of Athens. Act i. Sc. 2._
Men shut their doors against a setting sun.
_Timon of Athens. Act i. Sc. 2._
Every room Hath blazed with lights and bray'd with minstrelsy.
_Timon of Athens. Act ii. Sc. 2._
'T is lack of kindly warmth.
_Timon of Athens. Act ii. Sc. 2._
Every man has his fault, and honesty is his.
_Timon of Athens. Act iii. Sc. 1._
Nothing emboldens sin so much as mercy.
_Timon of Athens. Act iii. Sc. 5._
We have seen better days.
_Timon of Athens. Act iv. Sc. 2._
Are not within the leaf of pity writ.
_Timon of Athens. Act iv. Sc. 3._
I 'll example you with thievery: The sun 's a thief, and with his great attraction Robs the vast sea; the moon 's an arrant thief, And her pale fire she snatches from the sun; The sea 's a thief, whose liquid surge resolves The moon into salt tears; the earth 's a thief, That feeds and breeds by a composture stolen From general excrement: each thing 's a thief.
_Timon of Athens. Act iv. Sc. 3._
Life's uncertain voyage.
_Timon of Athens. Act v. Sc. 1._
As proper men as ever trod upon neat's leather.
_Julius Cæsar. Act i. Sc. 1._
The live-long day.
_Julius Cæsar. Act i. Sc. 1._
Beware the ides of March.
_Julius Cæsar. Act i. Sc. 2._
Well, honour is the subject of my story. I cannot tell what you and other men Think of this life; but, for my single self, I had as lief not be as live to be In awe of such a thing as I myself.
_Julius Cæsar. Act i. Sc. 2._
"Darest thou, Cassius, now Leap in with me into this angry flood, And swim to yonder point?" Upon the word, Accoutred as I was, I plunged in And bade him follow.
_Julius Cæsar. Act i. Sc. 2._
Help me, Cassius, or I sink!
_Julius Cæsar. Act i. Sc. 2._
Ye gods, it doth amaze me A man of such a feeble temper should So get the start of the majestic world And bear the palm alone.
_Julius Cæsar. Act i. Sc. 2._
Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world Like a Colossus, and we petty men Walk under his huge legs and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves. Men at some time are masters of their fates: The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, But in ourselves, that we are underlings.
_Julius Cæsar. Act i. Sc. 2._
Conjure with 'em,-- Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Cæsar. Now, in the names of all the gods at once, Upon what meat doth this our Cæsar feed, That he is grown so great? Age, thou art shamed! Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods!
_Julius Cæsar. Act i. Sc. 2._
There was a Brutus once that would have brook'd The eternal devil to keep his state in Rome As easily as a king.
_Julius Cæsar. Act i. Sc. 2._
Let me have men about me that are fat, Sleek-headed men, and such as sleep o' nights: Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look; He thinks too much: such men are dangerous.
_Julius Cæsar. Act i. Sc. 2._
He reads much; He is a great observer, and he looks Quite through the deeds of men.
_Julius Cæsar. Act i. Sc. 2._
Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort As if he mock'd himself, and scorn'd his spirit That could be moved to smile at anything.
_Julius Cæsar. Act i. Sc. 2._
But, for my own part, it was Greek to me.
_Julius Cæsar. Act i. Sc. 2._
'T is a common proof, That lowliness is young ambition's ladder, Whereto the climber-upward turns his face; But when he once attains the upmost[111-1] round, He then unto the ladder turns his back, Looks in the clouds, scorning the base degrees By which he did ascend.
_Julius Cæsar. Act ii. Sc. 1._
Between the acting of a dreadful thing And the first motion, all the interim is Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream: The Genius and the mortal instruments Are then in council; and the state of man, Like to a little kingdom, suffers then The nature of an insurrection.
_Julius Cæsar. Act ii. Sc. 1._
A dish fit for the gods.
_Julius Cæsar. Act ii. Sc. 1._
But when I tell him he hates flatterers, He says he does, being then most flattered.
_Julius Cæsar. Act ii. Sc. 1._
Boy! Lucius! Fast asleep? It is no matter; Enjoy the honey-heavy dew of slumber: Thou hast no figures nor no fantasies, Which busy care draws in the brains of men; Therefore thou sleep'st so sound.
_Julius Cæsar. Act ii. Sc. 1._
With an angry wafture of your hand, Gave sign for me to leave you.
_Julius Cæsar. Act ii. Sc. 1._
You are my true and honourable wife, As dear to me as are the ruddy drops[112-1] That visit my sad heart.
_Julius Cæsar. Act ii. Sc. 1._
Think you I am no stronger than my sex, Being so father'd and so husbanded?
_Julius Cæsar. Act ii. Sc. 1._
Fierce fiery warriors fought upon the clouds, In ranks and squadrons and right form of war, Which drizzled blood upon the Capitol.
_Julius Cæsar. Act ii. Sc. 2._
These things are beyond all use, And I do fear them.
_Julius Cæsar. Act ii. Sc. 2._
When beggars die, there are no comets seen; The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes.
_Julius Cæsar. Act ii. Sc. 2._
Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come.
_Julius Cæsar. Act ii. Sc. 2._
_Cæs._ The ides of March are come.
_Sooth._ Ay, Cæsar; but not gone.
_Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 1._
But I am constant as the northern star, Of whose true-fix'd and resting quality There is no fellow in the firmament.
_Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 1._
Et tu, Brute!
_Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 1._
How many ages hence Shall this our lofty scene be acted over In states unborn and accents yet unknown!
_Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 1._
The choice and master spirits of this age.
_Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 1._
Though last, not least in love.[113-1]
_Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 1._
O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, That I am meek and gentle with these butchers! Thou art the ruins of the noblest man That ever lived in the tide of times.
_Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 1._
Cry "Havoc," and let slip the dogs of war.
_Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 1._
Romans, countrymen, and lovers! hear me for my cause, and be silent that you may hear.
_Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 2._
Not that I loved Cæsar less, but that I loved Rome more.
_Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 2._
Who is here so base that would be a bondman?
_Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 2._
If any, speak; for him have I offended. I pause for a reply.
_Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 2._
Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Cæsar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones.
_Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 2._
For Brutus is an honourable man; So are they all, all honourable men.
_Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 2._
When that the poor have cried, Cæsar hath wept: Ambition should be made of sterner stuff.
_Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 2._
O judgment! thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason.
_Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 2._
But yesterday the word of Cæsar might Have stood against the world; now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence.
_Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 2._
If you have tears, prepare to shed them now.
_Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 2._
See what a rent the envious Casca made.
_Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 2._
This was the most unkindest cut of all.
_Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 2._
Great Cæsar fell. O, what a fall was there, my countrymen! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us.
_Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 2._
What private griefs they have, alas, I know not.
_Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 2._
I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts: I am no orator, as Brutus is; But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man.
_Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 2._
I only speak right on.
_Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 2._
Put a tongue In every wound of Cæsar that should move The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.
_Julius Cæsar. Act iii. Sc. 2._
When love begins to sicken and decay, It useth an enforced ceremony. There are no tricks in plain and simple faith.
_Julius Cæsar. Act iv. Sc. 2._
You yourself Are much condemn'd to have an itching palm.
_Julius Cæsar. Act iv. Sc. 3._
The foremost man of all this world.
_Julius Cæsar. Act iv. Sc. 3._
I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Than such a Roman.
_Julius Cæsar. Act iv. Sc. 3._
I said, an elder soldier, not a better: Did I say "better"?
_Julius Cæsar. Act iv. Sc. 3._
There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats, For I am arm'd so strong in honesty That they pass by me as the idle wind, Which I respect not.
_Julius Cæsar. Act iv. Sc. 3._
Should I have answer'd Caius Cassius so? When Marcus Brutus grows so covetous, To lock such rascal counters from his friends, Be ready, gods, with all your thunderbolts: Dash him to pieces!
_Julius Cæsar. Act iv. Sc. 3._
A friend should bear his friend's infirmities, But Brutus makes mine greater than they are.
_Julius Cæsar. Act iv. Sc. 3._
All his faults observed, Set in a note-book, learn'd, and conn'd by rote.
_Julius Cæsar. Act iv. Sc. 3._
There is a tide in the affairs of men Which taken at the flood, leads on to fortune; Omitted, all the voyage of their life Is bound in shallows and in miseries.
_Julius Cæsar. Act iv. Sc. 3._
We must take the current when it serves, Or lose our ventures.
_Julius Cæsar. Act iv. Sc. 3._
The deep of night is crept upon our talk, And nature must obey necessity.
_Julius Cæsar. Act iv. Sc. 3._
_Brutus._ Then I shall see thee again?
_Ghost._ Ay, at Philippi.
_Brutus._ Why, I will see thee at Philippi, then.
_Julius Cæsar. Act iv. Sc. 3._
But for your words, they rob the Hybla bees, And leave them honeyless.
_Julius Cæsar. Act v. Sc. 1._
Forever, and forever, farewell, Cassius! If we do meet again, why, we shall smile; If not, why then this parting was well made.
_Julius Cæsar. Act v. Sc. 1._
O, that a man might know The end of this day's business ere it come!
_Julius Cæsar. Act v. Sc. 1._
The last of all the Romans, fare thee well!
_Julius Cæsar. Act v. Sc. 3._
This was the noblest Roman of them all.
_Julius Cæsar. Act v. Sc. 5._
His life was gentle, and the elements So mix'd in him, that Nature might stand up And say to all the world, "This was a man!"
_Julius Cæsar. Act v. Sc. 5._
_1 W._ When shall we three meet again In thunder, lightning, or in rain?
_2 W._ When the hurlyburly 's done, When the battle 's lost and won.
_Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 1._
Fair is foul, and foul is fair.
_Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 1._
Banners flout the sky.
_Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 2._
Sleep shall neither night nor day Hang upon his pent-house lid.
_Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 3._
Dwindle, peak, and pine.
_Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 3._
What are these So wither'd and so wild in their attire, That look not like the inhabitants o' the earth, And yet are on 't?
_Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 3._
If you can look into the seeds of time, And say which grain will grow and which will not.
_Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 3._
Stands not within the prospect of belief.
_Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 3._
The earth hath bubbles as the water has, And these are of them.
_Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 3._
The insane root That takes the reason prisoner.
_Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 3._
And oftentimes, to win us to our harm, The instruments of darkness tell us truths, Win us with honest trifles, to betray 's In deepest consequence.
_Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 3._
Two truths are told, As happy prologues to the swelling act Of the imperial theme.
_Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 3._
And make my seated heart knock at my ribs, Against the use of nature. Present fears Are less than horrible imaginings.
_Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 3._
Nothing is But what is not.
_Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 3._
If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me.
_Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 3._
Come what come may, Time and the hour runs through the roughest day.
_Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 3._
Nothing in his life Became him like the leaving it; he died As one that had been studied in his death To throw away the dearest thing he owed, As 't were a careless trifle.
_Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 4._
There 's no art To find the mind's construction in the face.
_Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 4._
More is thy due than more than all can pay.
_Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 4._
Yet do I fear thy nature; It is too full o' the milk of human kindness.
_Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 5._
What thou wouldst highly, That wouldst thou holily; wouldst not play false, And yet wouldst wrongly win.
_Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 5._
That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose.
_Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 5._
Your face, my thane, is as a book where men May read strange matters. To beguile the time, Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye, Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under 't.
_Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 5._
Which shall to all our nights and days to come Give solely sovereign sway and masterdom.
_Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 5._
This castle hath a pleasant seat; the air Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself Unto our gentle senses.
_Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 6._
The heaven's breath Smells wooingly here: no jutty, frieze, Buttress, nor coign of vantage, but this bird Hath made his pendent bed and procreant cradle: Where they most breed and haunt, I have observed, The air is delicate.
_Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 6._
If it were done when 't is done, then 't were well It were done quickly: if the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch With his surcease success; that but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, We 'ld jump the life to come. But in these cases We still have judgment here; that we but teach Bloody instructions, which being taught, return To plague the inventor: this even-handed justice Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice To our own lips.
_Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 7._
Besides, this Duncan Hath borne his faculties so meek, hath been So clear in his great office, that his virtues Will plead like angels, trumpet-tongued, against The deep damnation of his taking-off; And pity, like a naked new-born babe, Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim, horsed Upon the sightless couriers of the air, Shall blow the horrid deed in every eye, That tears shall drown the wind. I have no spur To prick the sides of my intent, but only Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself, And falls on the other.
_Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 7._
I have bought Golden opinions from all sorts of people.
_Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 7._
Letting "I dare not" wait upon "I would," Like the poor cat i' the adage.[118-1]
_Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 7._
I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more is none.
_Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 7._
Nor time nor place Did then adhere.
_Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 7._
_Macb._ If we should fail?
_Lady M._ We fail! But screw your courage to the sticking-place, And we 'll not fail.
_Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 7._
Memory, the warder of the brain.
_Macbeth. Act i. Sc. 7._
There 's husbandry in heaven; Their candles are all out.
_Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 1._
Shut up In measureless content.
_Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 1._
Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
_Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 1._
Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going.
_Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 1._
Now o'er the one half-world Nature seems dead.
_Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 1._
Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my whereabout.
_Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 1._
The bell invites me. Hear it not, Duncan; for it is a knell That summons thee to heaven or to hell.
_Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 1._
It was the owl that shriek'd, the fatal bellman, Which gives the stern'st good-night.
_Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 2._[119-1]
The attempt and not the deed Confounds us.
_Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 2._[119-1]
I had most need of blessing, and "Amen" Stuck in my throat.
_Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 2._[119-1]
Methought I heard a voice cry, "Sleep no more! Macbeth does murder sleep!" the innocent sleep, Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care, The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast.
_Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 2._[120-1]
Infirm of purpose!
_Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 2._[120-1]
'T is the eye of childhood That fears a painted devil.
_Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 2._[120-1]
Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnadine, Making the green one red.
_Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 2._[120-1]
The labour we delight in physics pain.
_Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 3._[120-2]
Dire combustion and confused events New hatch'd to the woful time.
_Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 3._[120-2]
Tongue nor heart Cannot conceive nor name thee!
_Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 3._[120-2]
Confusion now hath made his masterpiece! Most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope The Lord's anointed temple, and stole thence The life o' the building!
_Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 3._[120-2]
The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of.
_Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 3._[120-2]
Who can be wise, amazed, temperate and furious, Loyal and neutral, in a moment?
_Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 3._[120-2]
There 's daggers in men's smiles.
_Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 3._[120-2]
A falcon, towering in her pride of place, Was by a mousing owl hawk'd at and kill'd.
_Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 4._[120-3]
Thriftless ambition, that wilt ravin up Thine own life's means!
_Macbeth. Act ii. Sc. 4._
I must become a borrower of the night For a dark hour or twain.
_Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 1._
Let every man be master of his time Till seven at night.
_Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 1._
Upon my head they placed a fruitless crown, And put a barren sceptre in my gripe, Thence to be wrench'd with an unlineal hand, No son of mine succeeding.
_Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 1._
_Mur._ We are men, my liege.
_Mac._ Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men.
_Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 1._
I am one, my liege, Whom the vile blows and buffets of the world Have so incensed that I am reckless what I do to spite the world.
_Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 1._
So weary with disasters, tugg'd with fortune, That I would set my life on any chance, To mend it, or be rid on 't.
_Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 1._
Things without all remedy Should be without regard; what 's done is done.
_Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 2._
We have scotch'd the snake, not kill'd it.
_Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 2._
Better be with the dead, Whom we, to gain our peace, have sent to peace, Than on the torture of the mind to lie In restless ecstasy. 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, nothing, Can touch him further.
_Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 2._
In them Nature's copy 's not eterne.
_Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 2._
A deed of dreadful note.
_Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 2._
Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck, Till thou applaud the deed.
_Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 2._
Things bad begun make strong themselves by ill.
_Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 2._
Now spurs the lated traveller apace To gain the timely inn.
_Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 3._
But now I am cabin'd, cribb'd, confined, bound in To saucy doubts and fears.
_Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4._
Now, good digestion wait on appetite, And health on both!
_Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4._
Thou canst not say I did it; never shake Thy gory locks at me.
_Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4._
The air-drawn dagger.
_Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4._
The time has been, That when the brains were out the man would die, And there an end; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools.
_Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4._
I drink to the general joy o' the whole table.
_Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4._
Thou hast no speculation in those eyes Which thou dost glare with!
_Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4._
A thing of custom,--'t is no other; Only it spoils the pleasure of the time.
_Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4._
What man dare, I dare: Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear, The arm'd rhinoceros, or the Hyrcan tiger,-- Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves Shall never tremble.
_Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4._
Hence, horrible shadow! Unreal mockery, hence!
_Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4._
You have displac'd the mirth, broke the good meeting, With most admir'd disorder.
_Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4._
Can such things be, And overcome us like a summer's cloud, Without our special wonder?
_Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4._
Stand not upon the order of your going, But go at once.
_Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4._
_Macb._ What is the night?
_L. Macb._ Almost at odds with morning, which is which.
_Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4._
I am in blood Stepp'd in so far that, should I wade no more, Returning were as tedious as go o'er.
_Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 4._
My little spirit, see, Sits in a foggy cloud, and stays for me.
_Macbeth. Act iii. Sc. 5._
Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.
_Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 1._
Eye of newt and toe of frog, Wool of bat and tongue of dog.
_Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 1._
By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes. Open, locks, Whoever knocks!
_Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 1._
How now, you secret, black, and midnight hags!
_Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 1._
A deed without a name.
_Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 1._
I 'll make assurance double sure, And take a bond of fate.
_Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 1._
Show his eyes, and grieve his heart; Come like shadows, so depart!
_Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 1._
What, will the line stretch out to the crack of doom?
_Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 1._
I 'll charm the air to give a sound, While you perform your antic round.[123-1]
_Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 1._
The weird sisters.
_Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 1._
The flighty purpose never is o'ertook, Unless the deed go with it.
_Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 1._
When our actions do not, Our fears do make us traitors.
_Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 2._
Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell.
_Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 3._
Pour the sweet milk of concord into hell, Uproar the universal peace, confound All unity on earth.
_Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 3._
Stands Scotland where it did?
_Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 3._
Give sorrow words: the grief that does not speak Whispers the o'er-fraught heart and bids it break.
_Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 3._
What, all my pretty chickens and their dam At one fell swoop?
_Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 3._
I cannot but remember such things were, That were most precious to me.
_Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 3._
O, I could play the woman with mine eyes And braggart with my tongue.
_Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 3._
The night is long that never finds the day.
_Macbeth. Act iv. Sc. 3._
Out, damned spot! out, I say!
_Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 1._
Fie, my lord, fie! a soldier, and afeard?
_Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 1._
Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him?
_Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 1._
All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand.
_Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 1._
Till Birnam wood remove to Dunsinane, I cannot taint with fear.
_Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 3._
My way of life Is fall'n into the sere, the yellow leaf; And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have; but in their stead Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
_Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 3._
_Doct._ Not so sick, my lord, As she is troubled with thick-coming fancies, That keep her from her rest.
_Macb._ Cure her of that. Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd, Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, Raze out the written troubles of the brain, And with some sweet oblivious antidote Cleanse the stuff'd bosom of that perilous stuff Which weighs upon the heart?
_Doct._ Therein the patient Must minister to himself.
_Macb._ Throw physic to the dogs: I 'll none of it.
_Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 3._
I would applaud thee to the very echo, That should applaud again.
_Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 3._
Hang out our banners on the outward walls; The cry is still, "They come!" our castle's strength Will laugh a siege to scorn.
_Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 5._
My fell of hair Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir As life were in 't: I have supp'd full with horrors.
_Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 5._
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time, And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life 's but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more: it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.
_Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 5._
I pull in resolution, and begin To doubt the equivocation of the fiend That lies like truth: "Fear not, till Birnam wood Do come to Dunsinane."
_Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 5._
I gin to be aweary of the sun.
_Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 5._
Blow, wind! come, wrack! At least we 'll die with harness on our back.
_Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 5._
Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death.
_Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 6._
I bear a charmed life.
_Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 8._[126-1]
And be these juggling fiends no more believ'd, That palter with us in a double sense: That keep the word of promise to our ear And break it to our hope.
_Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 8._[126-1]
Live to be the show and gaze o' the time.
_Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 8._[126-1]
Lay on, Macduff, And damn'd be him that first cries, "Hold, enough!"
_Macbeth. Act v. Sc. 8._[126-1]
For this relief much thanks: 't is bitter cold, And I am sick at heart.
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 1._
But in the gross and scope of my opinion, This bodes some strange eruption to our state.
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 1._
Whose sore task Does not divide the Sunday from the week.
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 1._
This sweaty haste Doth make the night joint-labourer with the day.
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 1._
In the most high and palmy state of Rome, A little ere the mightiest Julius fell, The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets.
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 1._
And then it started like a guilty thing Upon a fearful summons.
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 1._
Whether in sea or fire, in earth or air, The extravagant and erring spirit hies To his confine.
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 1._
It faded on the crowing of the cock. Some say that ever 'gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long: And then, they say, no spirit dares stir[127-1] abroad; The nights are wholesome; then no planets strike, No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm, So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 1._
So have I heard, and do in part believe it. But, look, the morn, in russet mantle clad, Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastward hill.[127-2]
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 1._
The memory be green.
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._
With an auspicious and a dropping eye,[127-3] With mirth in funeral and with dirge in marriage, In equal scale weighing delight and dole.
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._
The head is not more native to the heart.
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._
A little more than kin, and less than kind.
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._
All that lives must die, Passing through nature to eternity.
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._
Seems, madam! nay, it is; I know not "seems." 'T is not alone my inky cloak, good mother, Nor customary suits of solemn black.
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._
But I have that within which passeth show; These but the trappings and the suits of woe.
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._
'T is a fault to Heaven, A fault against the dead, a fault to nature, To reason most absurd.
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._
O, that this too too solid flesh would melt, Thaw and resolve itself into a dew! Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! God! How weary, stale, flat and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world!
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._
That it should come to this!
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._
Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother, That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly.
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._
Why, she would hang on him, As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on.
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._
Frailty, thy name is woman!
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._
A little month.
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._
Like Niobe, all tears.
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._
A beast, that wants discourse of reason.
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._
My father's brother, but no more like my father Than I to Hercules.
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._
It is not nor it cannot come to good.
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._
Thrift, thrift, Horatio! the funeral baked meats Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables. Would I had met my dearest foe in heaven Or ever I had seen that day.
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._
In my mind's eye, Horatio.
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._
He was a man, take him for all in all, I shall not look upon his like again.
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._
Season your admiration for a while.
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._
In the dead vast and middle of the night.
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._
Arm'd at point exactly, cap-a-pe.[128-1]
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._
A countenance more in sorrow than in anger.
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._
While one with moderate haste might tell a hundred.
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._
_Ham._ His beard was grizzled,--no?
_Hor._ It was, as I have seen it in his life, A sable silver'd.
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._
Let it be tenable in your silence still.
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._
Gave it an understanding, but no tongue.
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._
Upon the platform, 'twixt eleven and twelve.
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._
Foul deeds will rise, Though all the earth o'erwhelm them, to men's eyes.
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 2._
A violet in the youth of primy nature, Forward, not permanent, sweet, not lasting, The perfume and suppliance of a minute.
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 3._
The chariest maid is prodigal enough, If she unmask her beauty to the moon: Virtue itself 'scapes not calumnious strokes: The canker galls the infants of the spring Too oft before their buttons be disclosed, And in the morn and liquid dew of youth Contagious blastments are most imminent.
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 3._
Do not, as some ungracious pastors do, Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven; Whiles, like a puff'd and reckless libertine, Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads, And recks not his own rede.[129-1]
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 3._
Give thy thoughts no tongue.
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 3._
Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar. Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, Grapple them to thy soul with hoops[129-2] of steel.
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 3._
Beware Of entrance to a quarrel; but being in, Bear 't that the opposed may beware of thee. Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice; Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment. Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, But not express'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy; For the apparel oft proclaims the man.
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 3._
Neither a borrower nor a lender be; For loan oft loses both itself and friend, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry. This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man.
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 3._
Springes to catch woodcocks.
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 3._
When the blood burns, how prodigal the soul Lends the tongue vows.
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 3._
Be somewhat scanter of your maiden presence.
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 3._
_Ham._ The air bites shrewdly; it is very cold.
_Hor._ It is a nipping and an eager air.
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 4._
But to my mind, though I am native here And to the manner born, it is a custom More honoured in the breach than the observance.
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 4._
Angels and ministers of grace, defend us! Be thou a spirit of health or goblin damn'd, Bring with thee airs from heaven or blasts from hell, Be thy intents wicked or charitable, Thou comest in such a questionable shape That I will speak to thee: I 'll call thee Hamlet, King, father, royal Dane: O, answer me! Let me not burst in ignorance, but tell Why thy canonized bones, hearsed in death, Have burst their cerements; why the sepulchre, Wherein we saw thee quietly inurn'd, Hath oped his ponderous and marble jaws To cast thee up again. What may this mean, That thou, dead corse, again in complete steel Revisit'st thus the glimpses of the moon, Making night hideous,[131-1] and we fools of nature So horridly to shake our disposition With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls?
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 4._
I do not set my life at a pin's fee.
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 4._
My fate cries out, And makes each petty artery in this body As hardy as the Nemean lion's nerve.
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 4._
Unhand me, gentlemen. By heaven, I 'll make a ghost of him that lets me!
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 4._
Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 4._
I am thy father's spirit, Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night, And for the day confin'd to fast in fires,[131-2] Till the foul crimes done in my days of nature Are burnt and purg'd away. But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my prison-house, I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres, Thy knotted and combined locks to part And each particular hair to stand an end, Like quills upon the fretful porpentine:[131-3] But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood. List, list, O, list!
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5._
And duller shouldst thou be than the fat weed That roots itself[131-4] in ease on Lethe wharf.
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5._
O my prophetic soul! My uncle!
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5._
O Hamlet, what a falling-off was there!
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5._
But, soft! methinks I scent the morning air; Brief let me be. Sleeping within my orchard, My custom always of the afternoon.
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5._
Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin, Unhousell'd, disappointed, unaneled, No reckoning made, but sent to my account With all my imperfections on my head.
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5._
Leave her to heaven And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge, To prick and sting her.
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5._
The glow-worm shows the matin to be near, And 'gins to pale his uneffectual fire.
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5._
While memory holds a seat In this distracted globe. Remember thee! Yea, from the table of my memory I 'll wipe away all trivial fond records.
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5._
Within the book and volume of my brain.
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5._
O villain, villain, smiling, damned villain! My tables,--meet it is I set it down, That one may smile, and smile, and be a villain: At least I 'm sure it may be so in Denmark.
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5._
_Ham._ There 's ne'er a villain dwelling in all Denmark But he 's an arrant knave.
_Hor._ There needs no ghost, my lord, come from the grave To tell us this.
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5._
Every man has business and desire, Such as it is.
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5._
Art thou there, truepenny? Come on--you hear this fellow in the cellarage.
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5._
O day and night, but this is wondrous strange!
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5._
There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5._
Rest, rest, perturbed spirit!
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5._
The time is out of joint: O cursed spite, That ever I was born to set it right!
_Hamlet. Act i. Sc. 5._
The flash and outbreak of a fiery mind, A savageness in unreclaimed blood.
_Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 1._
This is the very ecstasy of love.
_Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 1._
Brevity is the soul of wit.[133-1]
_Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2._
More matter, with less art.
_Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2._
That he is mad, 't is true: 't is true 't is pity; And pity 't is 't is true.
_Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2._
Find out the cause of this effect, Or rather say, the cause of this defect, For this effect defective comes by cause.
_Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2._
Doubt thou the stars are fire; Doubt that the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar; But never doubt I love.
_Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2._
To be honest as this world goes, is to be one man picked out of ten thousand.
_Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2._
Still harping on my daughter.
_Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2._
_Pol._ What do you read, my lord?
_Ham._ Words, words, words.
_Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2._
They have a plentiful lack of wit.
_Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2._
Though this be madness, yet there is method in 't.
_Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2._
On fortune's cap we are not the very button.
_Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2._
There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.
_Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2._
A dream itself is but a shadow.
_Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2._
Beggar that I am, I am even poor in thanks.
_Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2._
This goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours. What a piece of work is a man! how noble in reason! how infinite in faculty! in form and moving how express and admirable! in action how like an angel! in apprehension how like a god!
_Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2._
Man delights not me: no, nor woman neither.
_Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2._
There is something in this more than natural, if philosophy could find it out.
_Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2._
I know a hawk from a handsaw.
_Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2._
O Jephthah, judge of Israel, what a treasure hadst thou!
_Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2._
One fair daughter and no more, The which he loved passing well.
_Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2._
Come, give us a taste of your quality.
_Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2._
The play, I remember, pleased not the million; 't was caviare to the general.
_Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2._
They are the abstract and brief chronicles of the time: after your death you were better have a bad epitaph than their ill report while you live.
_Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2._
Use every man after his desert, and who should 'scape whipping?
_Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2._
What 's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her?
_Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2._
Unpack my heart with words, And fall a-cursing, like a very drab.
_Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2._
For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak With most miraculous organ.[135-1]
_Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2._
The devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape.
_Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2._
Abuses me to damn me.
_Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2._
The play 's the thing Wherein I 'll catch the conscience of the king.
_Hamlet. Act ii. Sc. 2._
With devotion's visage And pious action we do sugar o'er The devil himself.
_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 1._
To be, or not to be: that is the question: Whether 't is nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep: No more; and by a sleep to say we end The heartache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to,--'t is a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there 's the rub: For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause: there 's the respect That makes calamity of so long life; For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of despised love, the law's delay, The insolence of office and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin? who would fardels[136-1] bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all; And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, And enterprises of great pith and moment With this regard their currents turn awry, And lose the name of action.
_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 1._
Nymph, in thy orisons Be all my sins remember'd.
_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 1._
Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.
_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 1._
I am myself indifferent honest.
_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 1._
Be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape calumny. Get thee to a nunnery, go.
_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 1._
I have heard of your paintings too, well enough; God has given you one face, and you make yourselves another.
_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 1._
O, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown! The courtier's, soldier's, scholar's eye, tongue, sword.
_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 1._
The expectancy and rose of the fair state, The glass of fashion and the mould of form, The observed of all observers!
_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 1._
Now see that noble and most sovereign reason, Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh.
_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 1._
O, woe is me, To have seen what I have seen, see what I see!
_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 1._
Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus, but use all gently; for in the very torrent, tempest, and, as I may say, the whirlwind of passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance that may give it smoothness. Oh, it offends me to the soul to hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings, who for the most part are capable of nothing but inexplicable dumb-shows and noise. I would have such a fellow whipped for o'erdoing Termagant; it out-herods Herod.
_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2._
Suit the action to the word, the word to the action; with this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature.
_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2._
To hold, as 't were, the mirror up to nature.
_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2._
The very age and body of the time his form and pressure.
_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2._
Though it make the unskilful laugh, cannot but make the judicious grieve.
_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2._
Not to speak it profanely.
_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2._
I have thought some of Nature's journeymen had made men and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2._
_First Play._ We have reformed that indifferently with us, sir.
_Ham._ O, reform it altogether.
_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2._
Horatio, thou art e'en as just a man As e'er my conversation coped withal.
_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2._
No, let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp, And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee Where thrift may follow fawning.
_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2._
A man that fortune's buffets and rewards Hast ta'en with equal thanks.
_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2._
They are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.--Something too much of this.
_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2._
And my imaginations are as foul As Vulcan's stithy.
_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2._
Here 's metal more attractive.
_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2._
Nay, then, let the devil wear black, for I 'll have a suit of sables.
_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2._
There 's hope a great man's memory may outlive his life half a year.
_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2._
For, O, for, O, the hobby-horse is forgot.
_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2._
This is miching mallecho; it means mischief.
_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2._
_Ham._ Is this a prologue, or the posy of a ring?
_Oph._ 'T is brief, my lord.
_Ham._ As woman's love.
_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2._
Our wills and fates do so contrary run That our devices still are overthrown.
_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2._
The lady doth protest[138-1] too much, methinks.
_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2._
Let the galled jade wince, our withers are unwrung.
_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2._
The story is extant, and writ in choice Italian.
_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2._
Why, let the stricken deer go weep, The hart ungalled play; For some must watch, while some must sleep: So runs the world away.
_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2._
'T is as easy as lying.
_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2._
It will discourse most eloquent music.
_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2._
Pluck out the heart of my mystery.
_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2._
Do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe?
_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2._
_Ham._ Do you see yonder cloud that 's almost in shape of a camel?
_Pol._ By the mass, and 't is like a camel, indeed.
_Ham._ Methinks it is like a weasel.
_Pol._ It is backed like a weasel.
_Ham._ Or like a whale?
_Pol._ Very like a whale.
_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2._
They fool me to the top of my bent.
_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2._
By and by is easily said.
_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2._
'T is now the very witching time of night, When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world.
_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2._
I will speak daggers to her, but use none.
_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 2._
O, my offence is rank, it smells to heaven; It hath the primal eldest curse upon 't, A brother's murder.
_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 3._
Like a man to double business bound, I stand in pause where I shall first begin, And both neglect.
_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 3._
'T is not so above; There is no shuffling, there the action lies In his true nature.
_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 3._
O limed soul, that, struggling to be free, Art more engag'd! Help, angels! Make assay! Bow, stubborn knees; and, heart with strings of steel, Be soft as sinews of the new-born babe!
_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 3._
With all his crimes broad blown, as flush as May.
_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 3._
About some act That has no relish of salvation in 't.
_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 3._
My words fly up, my thoughts remain below: Words without thoughts never to heaven go.
_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 3._
Dead, for a ducat, dead!
_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4._
And let me wring your heart; for so I shall, If it be made of penetrable stuff.
_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4._
Such an act That blurs the grace and blush of modesty.
_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4._
False as dicers' oaths.
_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4._
A rhapsody of words.
_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4._
What act That roars so loud, and thunders in the index?
_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4._
Look here, upon this picture, and on this, The counterfeit presentment of two brothers. See, what a grace was seated on this brow: Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself; An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill,-- A combination and a form indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal, To give the world assurance of a man.
_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4._
At your age The hey-day in the blood is tame, it 's humble.
_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4._
O shame! where is thy blush? Rebellions hell, If thou canst mutine in a matron's bones, To flaming youth let virtue be as wax, And melt in her own fire: proclaim no shame When the compulsive ardour gives the charge, Since frost itself as actively doth burn, And reason panders will.
_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4._
A cutpurse of the empire and the rule, That from a shelf the precious diadem stole, And put it in his pocket!
_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4._
A king of shreds and patches.
_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4._
Conceit in weakest bodies strongest works.
_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4._
How is 't with you, That you do bend your eye on vacancy?
_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4._
This is the very coinage of your brain: This bodiless creation ecstasy Is very cunning in.
_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4._
Bring me to the test, And I the matter will re-word; which madness Would gambol from. Mother, for love of grace, Lay not that flattering unction to your soul.
_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4._
Confess yourself to heaven; Repent what 's past; avoid what is to come.
_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4._
Assume a virtue, if you have it not. That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat, Of habits devil, is angel yet in this.
_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4._
Refrain to-night, And that shall lend a kind of easiness To the next abstinence: the next more easy; For use almost can change the stamp of nature.
_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4._
I must be cruel, only to be kind: Thus bad begins, and worse remains behind.
_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4._
For 't is the sport to have the enginer Hoist with his own petar.
_Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 4._
Diseases desperate grown By desperate appliance are relieved, Or not at all.[141-1]
_Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 3._
A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king, and eat of the fish that hath fed of that worm.
_Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 3._
Sure, he that made us with such large discourse, Looking before and after, gave us not That capability and godlike reason To fust in us unused.
_Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 4._
Rightly to be great Is not to stir without great argument, But greatly to find quarrel in a straw When honour 's at the stake.
_Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 4._
So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.
_Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 5._
We know what we are, but know not what we may be.
_Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 5._
To-morrow is Saint Valentine's day, All in the morning betime.
_Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 5._
Then up he rose, and donn'd his clothes.
_Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 5._
Come, my coach! Good night, sweet ladies; good night.
_Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 5._
When sorrows come, they come not single spies, But in battalions.
_Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 5._
There 's such divinity doth hedge a king, That treason can but peep to what it would.
_Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 5._
Nature is fine in love, and where 't is fine, It sends some precious instance of itself After the thing it loves.
_Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 5._
There 's rosemary, that 's for remembrance; . . . and there is pansies, that 's for thoughts.
_Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 5._
You must wear your rue with a difference. There 's a daisy; I would give you some violets, but they withered.
_Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 5._
His beard was as white as snow, All flaxen was his poll.
_Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 5._
A very riband in the cap of youth.
_Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 7._
That we would do, We should do when we would.
_Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 7._
One woe doth tread upon another's heel, So fast they follow.[143-1]
_Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 7._
Nature her custom holds, Let shame say what it will.
_Hamlet. Act iv. Sc. 7._
_1 Clo._ Argal, he that is not guilty of his own death shortens not his own life.
_2 Clo._ But is this law?
_1 Clo._ Ay, marry, is 't; crowner's quest law.
_Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1._
There is no ancient gentlemen but gardeners.
_Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1._
Cudgel thy brains no more about it.
_Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1._
Has this fellow no feeling of his business?
_Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1._
Custom hath made it in him a property of easiness.
_Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1._
The hand of little employment hath the daintier sense.
_Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1._
A politician, . . . one that would circumvent God.
_Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1._
Why may not that be the skull of a lawyer? Where be his quiddities now, his quillets, his cases, his tenures, and his tricks?
_Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1._
One that was a woman, sir; but, rest her soul, she 's dead.
_Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1._
How absolute the knave is! we must speak by the card, or equivocation will undo us.
_Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1._
The age is grown so picked that the toe of the peasant comes so near the heel of the courtier, he galls his kibe.
_Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1._
Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio: a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy. He hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now; your gambols, your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? Quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come.
_Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1._
To what base uses we may return, Horatio! Why may not imagination trace the noble dust of Alexander, till we find it stopping a bung-hole?
_Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1._
'T were to consider too curiously, to consider so.
_Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1._
Imperious Cæsar, dead and turn'd to clay, Might stop a hole to keep the wind away.
_Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1._
Lay her i' the earth: And from her fair and unpolluted flesh May violets spring![144-1]
_Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1._
A ministering angel shall my sister be.[144-2]
_Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1._
Sweets to the sweet: farewell!
_Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1._
I thought thy bride-bed to have deck'd, sweet maid, And not have strew'd thy grave.
_Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1._
Though I am not splenitive and rash, Yet have I something in me dangerous.
_Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1._
Forty thousand brothers Could not, with all their quantity of love, Make up my sum.
_Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1._
Nay, an thou 'lt mouth, I 'll rant as well as thou.
_Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1._
Let Hercules himself do what he may, The cat will mew and dog will have his day.
_Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1._
There 's a divinity that shapes our ends, Rough-hew them how we will.[145-1]
_Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 2._
I once did hold it, as our statists do, A baseness to write fair.
_Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 2._
It did me yeoman's service.
_Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 2._
The bravery of his grief did put me Into a towering passion.
_Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 2._
What imports the nomination of this gentleman?
_Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 2._
The phrase would be more german to the matter, if we could carry cannon by our sides.
_Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 2._
'T is the breathing time of day with me.
_Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 2._
There 's a special providence in the fall of a sparrow. If it be now, 't is not to come; if it be not to come, it will be now; if it be not now, yet it will come: the readiness is all. Since no man has aught of what he leaves, what is 't to leave betimes?
_Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 2._
I have shot mine arrow o'er the house, And hurt my brother.
_Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 2._
Now the king drinks to Hamlet.
_Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 2._
A hit, a very palpable hit.
_Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 2._
This fell sergeant, death, Is strict in his arrest.
_Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 2._
Report me and my cause aright.
_Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 2._
I am more an antique Roman than a Dane.
_Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 2._
Absent thee from felicity awhile.
_Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 2._
The rest is silence.
_Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 2._
Although the last, not least.
_King Lear. Act i. Sc. 1._
Nothing will come of nothing.
_King Lear. Act i. Sc. 1._
Mend your speech a little, Lest it may mar your fortunes.
_King Lear. Act i. Sc. 1._
I want that glib and oily art, To speak and purpose not.
_King Lear. Act i. Sc. 1._
A still-soliciting eye, and such a tongue As I am glad I have not.
_King Lear. Act i. Sc. 1._
Time shall unfold what plaited cunning hides.
_King Lear. Act i. Sc. 1._
As if we were villains by necessity; fools by heavenly compulsion.
_King Lear. Act i. Sc. 2._
That which ordinary men are fit for, I am qualified in; and the best of me is diligence.
_King Lear. Act i. Sc. 4._
Ingratitude, thou marble-hearted fiend!
_King Lear. Act i. Sc. 4._
How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is To have a thankless child!
_King Lear. Act i. Sc. 4._
Striving to better, oft we mar what 's well.
_King Lear. Act i. Sc. 4._
Hysterica passio, down, thou climbing sorrow, Thy element 's below.
_King Lear. Act ii. Sc. 4._
Nature in you stands on the very verge Of her confine.
_King Lear. Act ii. Sc. 4._
Necessity's sharp pinch!
_King Lear. Act ii. Sc. 4._
Let not women's weapons, water-drops, Stain my man's cheeks!
_King Lear. Act ii. Sc. 4._
Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow!
_King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 2._
I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness.
_King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 2._
A poor, infirm, weak, and despised old man.
_King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 2._
There was never yet fair woman but she made mouths in a glass.
_King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 2._
Tremble, thou wretch, That hast within thee undivulged crimes, Unwhipp'd of justice.
_King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 2._
I am a man More sinn'd against than sinning.
_King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 2._
Oh, that way madness lies; let me shun that.
_King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 4._
Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your looped and windowed raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these?
_King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 4._
Take physic, pomp; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel.
_King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 4._
Out-paramoured the Turk.
_King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 4._
'T is a naughty night to swim in.
_King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 4._
The green mantle of the standing pool.
_King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 4._
But mice and rats, and such small deer, Have been Tom's food for seven long year.
_King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 4._
The prince of darkness is a gentleman.[147-1]
_King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 4._
Poor Tom 's a-cold.
_King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 4._
I 'll talk a word with this same learned Theban.
_King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 4._
Child Rowland to the dark tower came, His word was still,--Fie, foh, and fum, I smell the blood of a British man.
_King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 4._
The little dogs and all, Tray, Blanch, and Sweetheart, see, they bark at me.
_King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 6._
Mastiff, greyhound, mongrel grim, Hound or spaniel, brach or lym, Or bobtail tike or trundle-tail.
_King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 6._
I am tied to the stake, and I must stand the course.
_King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 7._
The lowest and most dejected thing of fortune.
_King Lear. Act iv. Sc. 1._
The worst is not So long as we can say, "This is the worst."
_King Lear. Act iv. Sc. 1._
Patience and sorrow strove Who should express her goodliest.
_King Lear. Act iv. Sc. 3._
Half way down Hangs one that gathers samphire, dreadful trade! Methinks he seems no bigger than his head: The fishermen that walk upon the beach Appear like mice.
_King Lear. Act iv. Sc. 6._
Nature 's above art in that respect.
_King Lear. Act iv. Sc. 6._
Ay, every inch a king.
_King Lear. Act iv. Sc. 6._
Give me an ounce of civet, good apothecary, to sweeten my imagination.
_King Lear. Act iv. Sc. 6._
A man may see how this world goes with no eyes. Look with thine ears: see how yond justice rails upon yond simple thief. Hark, in thine ear: change places; and, handy-dandy, which is the justice, which is the thief?
_King Lear. Act iv. Sc. 6._
Through tatter'd clothes small vices do appear; Robes and furr'd gowns hide all.
_King Lear. Act iv. Sc. 6._
Mine enemy's dog, Though he had bit me, should have stood that night Against my fire.
_King Lear. Act iv. Sc. 7._
Pray you now, forget and forgive.
_King Lear. Act iv. Sc. 7._
Upon such sacrifices, my Cordelia, The gods themselves throw incense.
_King Lear. Act v. Sc. 3._
The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices Make instruments to plague us.
_King Lear. Act v. Sc. 3._
Her voice was ever soft, Gentle, and low,--an excellent thing in woman.
_King Lear. Act v. Sc. 3._
Vex not his ghost: O, let him pass! he hates him much That would upon the rack of this tough world Stretch him out longer.
_King Lear. Act v. Sc. 3._
That never set a squadron in the field, Nor the division of a battle knows.
_Othello. Act i. Sc. 1._
The bookish theoric.
_Othello. Act i. Sc. 1._
'T is the curse of service, Preferment goes by letter and affection, And not by old gradation, where each second Stood heir to the first.
_Othello. Act i. Sc. 1._
We cannot all be masters, nor all masters Cannot be truly follow'd.
_Othello. Act i. Sc. 1._
Whip me such honest knaves.
_Othello. Act i. Sc. 1._
I will wear my heart upon my sleeve For daws to peck at.
_Othello. Act i. Sc. 1._
You are one of those that will not serve God, if the devil bid you.
_Othello. Act i. Sc. 1._
The wealthy curled darlings of our nation.
_Othello. Act i. Sc. 2._
Most potent, grave, and reverend signiors, My very noble and approv'd good masters, That I have ta'en away this old man's daughter, It is most true; true, I have married her: The very head and front of my offending Hath this extent, no more. Rude am I in my speech,[149-1] And little bless'd with the soft phrase of peace: For since these arms of mine had seven years' pith, Till now some nine moons wasted, they have used Their dearest action in the tented field, And little of this great world can I speak, More than pertains to feats of broil and battle, And therefore little shall I grace my cause In speaking for myself. Yet, by your gracious patience, I will a round unvarnish'd tale deliver Of my whole course of love.
_Othello. Act i. Sc. 3._
Her father loved me; oft invited me; Still question'd me the story of my life, From year to year, the battles, sieges, fortunes, That I have passed. I ran it through, even from my boyish days, To the very moment that he bade me tell it: Wherein I spake of most disastrous chances, Of moving accidents by flood and field, Of hair-breadth 'scapes i' the imminent deadly breach, Of being taken by the insolent foe And sold to slavery, of my redemption thence And portance in my travels' history; Wherein of antres vast and deserts idle, Rough quarries, rocks and hills whose heads touch heaven, It was my hint to speak,--such was the process; And of the Cannibals that each other eat, The Anthropophagi, and men whose heads Do grow beneath their shoulders. This to hear[150-1] Would Desdemona seriously incline.
_Othello. Act i. Sc. 3._
And often did beguile her of her tears, When I did speak of some distressful stroke That my youth suffer'd. My story being done, She gave me for my pains a world of sighs; She swore, in faith, 't was strange, 't was passing strange. 'T was pitiful, 't was wondrous pitiful; She wish'd she had not heard it, yet she wish'd That Heaven had made her such a man; she thank'd me, And bade me, if I had a friend that loved her, I should but teach him how to tell my story, And that would woo her. Upon this hint I spake: She loved me for the dangers I had pass'd, And I loved her that she did pity them. This only is the witchcraft I have used.
_Othello. Act i. Sc. 3._
I do perceive here a divided duty.
_Othello. Act i. Sc. 3._
The robb'd that smiles, steals something from the thief.
_Othello. Act i. Sc. 3._
The tyrant custom, most grave senators, Hath made the flinty and steel couch of war My thrice-driven bed of down.
_Othello. Act i. Sc. 3._
I saw Othello's visage in his mind.
_Othello. Act i. Sc. 3._
Put money in thy purse.
_Othello. Act i. Sc. 3._
The food that to him now is as luscious as locusts, shall be to him shortly as bitter as coloquintida.
_Othello. Act i. Sc. 3._
Framed to make women false.
_Othello. Act i. Sc. 3._
One that excels the quirks of blazoning pens.
_Othello. Act ii. Sc. 1._
For I am nothing, if not critical.
_Othello. Act ii. Sc. 1._
I am not merry; but I do beguile The thing I am, by seeming otherwise.
_Othello. Act ii. Sc. 1._
She that was ever fair and never proud, Had tongue at will, and yet was never loud.
_Othello. Act ii. Sc. 1._
She was a wight, if ever such wight were,--
_Des._ To do what?
_Iago._ To suckle fools and chronicle small beer.
_Des._ O most lame and impotent conclusion!
_Othello. Act ii. Sc. 1._
You may relish him more in the soldier than in the scholar.
_Othello. Act ii. Sc. 1._
If after every tempest come such calms, May the winds blow till they have waken'd death!
_Othello. Act ii. Sc. 1._
Egregiously an ass.
_Othello. Act ii. Sc. 1._
I have very poor and unhappy brains for drinking.
_Othello. Act ii. Sc. 3._
Potations pottle-deep.
_Othello. Act ii. Sc. 3._
King Stephen was a worthy peer, His breeches cost him but a crown; He held them sixpence all too dear,-- With that he called the tailor lown.[152-1]
_Othello. Act ii. Sc. 3._
Silence that dreadful bell: it frights the isle From her propriety.
_Othello. Act ii. Sc. 3._
Your name is great In mouths of wisest censure.
_Othello. Act ii. Sc. 3._
Thy honesty and love doth mince this matter.
_Othello. Act ii. Sc. 3._
Cassio, I love thee; But never more be officer of mine.
_Othello. Act ii. Sc. 3._
_Iago._ What, are you hurt, lieutenant?
_Cas._ Ay, past all surgery.
_Othello. Act ii. Sc. 3._
Reputation, reputation, reputation! Oh, I have lost my reputation! I have lost the immortal part of myself, and what remains is bestial.
_Othello. Act ii. Sc. 3._
O thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee devil!
_Othello. Act ii. Sc. 3._
O God, that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains!
_Othello. Act ii. Sc. 3._
_Cas._ Every inordinate cup is unbless'd, and the ingredient is a devil.
_Iago._ Come, come, good wine is a good familiar creature, if it be well used.
_Othello. Act ii. Sc. 3._
How poor are they that have not patience!
_Othello. Act ii. Sc. 3._
Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul, But I do love thee! and when I love thee not, Chaos is come again.[153-1]
_Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3._
Speak to me as to thy thinkings, As thou dost ruminate, and give thy worst of thoughts The worst of words.
_Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3._
Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls: Who steals my purse steals trash; 't is something, nothing; 'T was mine, 't is his, and has been slave to thousands; But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him And makes me poor indeed.
_Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3._
O, beware, my lord, of jealousy! It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock The meat it feeds on.
_Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3._
But, O, what damned minutes tells he o'er Who dotes, yet doubts, suspects, yet strongly[153-2] loves!
_Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3._
Poor and content is rich and rich enough.
_Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3._
To be once in doubt Is once to be resolv'd.
_Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3._
If I do prove her haggard, Though that her jesses were my dear heart-strings, I 'ld whistle her off and let her down the wind, To prey at fortune.
_Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3._
I am declined Into the vale of years.
_Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3._
O curse of marriage, That we can call these delicate creatures ours, And not their appetites! I had rather be a toad, And live upon the vapour of a dungeon, Than keep a corner in the thing I love For others' uses.
_Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3._
Trifles light as air Are to the jealous confirmations strong As proofs of holy writ.
_Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3._
Not poppy, nor mandragora, Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world, Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep Which thou owedst yesterday.
_Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3._
I swear 't is better to be much abused Than but to know 't a little.
_Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3._
He that is robb'd, not wanting what is stolen, Let him not know 't, and he 's not robb'd at all.
_Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3._
O, now, for ever Farewell the tranquil mind! farewell content! Farewell the plumed troop and the big wars That make ambition virtue! O, farewell! Farewell the neighing steed and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, The royal banner, and all quality, Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war! And, O you mortal engines, whose rude throats The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit, Farewell! Othello's occupation 's gone!
_Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3._
Be sure of it; give me the ocular proof.
_Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3._
No hinge nor loop To hang a doubt on.
_Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3._
On horror's head horrors accumulate.
_Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3._
Take note, take note, O world, To be direct and honest is not safe.
_Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3._
But this denoted a foregone conclusion.
_Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3._
Swell, bosom, with thy fraught, For 't is of aspics' tongues!
_Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3._
Like to the Pontic sea, Whose icy current and compulsive course Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on To the Propontic and the Hellespont, Even so my bloody thoughts, with violent pace, Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love, Till that a capable and wide revenge Swallow them up.
_Othello. Act iii. Sc. 3._
Our new heraldry is hands, not hearts.
_Othello. Act iii. Sc. 4._
To beguile many, and be beguil'd by one.
_Othello. Act iv. Sc. 1._
They laugh that win.[155-1]
_Othello. Act iv. Sc. 1._
But yet the pity of it, Iago! O Iago, the pity of it, Iago!
_Othello. Act iv. Sc. 1._
I understand a fury in your words, But not the words.
_Othello. Act iv. Sc. 2._
Steep'd me in poverty to the very lips.
_Othello. Act iv. Sc. 2._
But, alas, to make me A fixed figure for the time of scorn To point his slow unmoving finger[155-2] at!
_Othello. Act iv. Sc. 2._
Patience, thou young and rose-lipp'd cherubin.
_Othello. Act iv. Sc. 2._
O thou weed, Who art so lovely fair and smell'st so sweet That the sense aches at thee, would thou hadst ne'er been born.
_Othello. Act iv. Sc. 2._
O Heaven, that such companions thou 'ldst unfold, And put in every honest hand a whip To lash the rascals naked through the world!
_Othello. Act iv. Sc. 2._
'T is neither here nor there.
_Othello. Act iv. Sc. 3._
It makes us or it mars us.
_Othello. Act v. Sc. 1._
Every way makes my gain.
_Othello. Act v. Sc. 1._
He hath a daily beauty in his life.
_Othello. Act v. Sc. 1._
This is the night That either makes me or fordoes me quite.
_Othello. Act v. Sc. 1._
And smooth as monumental alabaster.
_Othello. Act v. Sc. 2._
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.
_Othello. Act v. Sc. 2._
So sweet was ne'er so fatal.
_Othello. Act v. Sc. 2._
Had all his hairs been lives, my great revenge Had stomach for them all.
_Othello. Act v. Sc. 2._
One entire and perfect chrysolite.
_Othello. Act v. Sc. 2._
Curse his better angel from his side, And fall to reprobation.
_Othello. Act v. Sc. 2._
Every puny whipster.
_Othello. Act v. Sc. 2._
Man but a rush against Othello's breast, And he retires.
_Othello. Act v. Sc. 2._
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 being wrought Perplex'd in the extreme; of one whose hand, Like the base Indian, threw a pearl away Richer than all his tribe; of one whose subdued eyes, Albeit unused to the melting mood, Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees Their medicinal gum.
_Othello. Act v. Sc. 2._
I took by the throat the circumcised dog, And smote him, thus.
_Othello. Act v. Sc. 2._
There 's beggary in the love that can be reckon'd.
_Antony and Cleopatra. Act i. Sc. 1._
On the sudden A Roman thought hath struck him.
_Antony and Cleopatra. Act i. Sc. 2._
This grief is crowned with consolation.
_Antony and Cleopatra. Act i. Sc. 2._
Give me to drink mandragora.
_Antony and Cleopatra. Act i. Sc. 5._
Where 's my serpent of old Nile?
_Antony and Cleopatra. Act i. Sc. 5._
A morsel for a monarch.
_Antony and Cleopatra. Act i. Sc. 5._
My salad days, When I was green in judgment.
_Antony and Cleopatra. Act i. Sc. 5._
Epicurean cooks Sharpen with cloyless sauce his appetite.
_Antony and Cleopatra. Act ii. Sc. 1._
Small to greater matters must give way.
_Antony and Cleopatra. Act ii. Sc. 2._
The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water; the poop was beaten gold; Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them; the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes. For her own person, It beggar'd all description.
_Antony and Cleopatra. Act ii. Sc. 2._
Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety.
_Antony and Cleopatra. Act ii. Sc. 2._
I have not kept my square; but that to come Shall all be done by the rule.
_Antony and Cleopatra. Act ii. Sc. 3._
'T was merry when You wager'd on your angling; when your diver Did hang a salt-fish on his hook, which he With fervency drew up.
_Antony and Cleopatra. Act ii. Sc. 5._
Come, thou monarch of the vine, Plumpy Bacchus with pink eyne!
_Antony and Cleopatra. Act ii. Sc. 7._
Who does i' the wars more than his captain can Becomes his captain's captain; and ambition, The soldier's virtue, rather makes choice of loss, Than gain which darkens him.
_Antony and Cleopatra. Act iii. Sc. 1._
He wears the rose Of youth upon him.
_Antony and Cleopatra. Act iii. Sc. 13._
Men's judgments are A parcel of their fortunes; and things outward Do draw the inward quality after them, To suffer all alike.
_Antony and Cleopatra. Act iii. Sc. 13._
To business that we love we rise betime, And go to 't with delight.
_Antony and Cleopatra. Act iv. Sc. 4._
This morning, like the spirit of a youth That means to be of note, begins betimes.
_Antony and Cleopatra. Act iv. Sc. 4._
The shirt of Nessus is upon me.
_Antony and Cleopatra. Act iv. Sc. 12._
Sometime we see a cloud that 's dragonish; A vapour sometime like a bear or lion, A tower'd citadel, a pendent rock, A forked mountain, or blue promontory With trees upon 't.
_Antony and Cleopatra. Act iv. Sc. 14._
That which is now a horse, even with a thought The rack dislimns, and makes it indistinct, As water is in water.
_Antony and Cleopatra. Act iv. Sc. 14._
Since Cleopatra died, I have liv'd in such dishonour that the gods Detest my baseness.
_Antony and Cleopatra. Act iv. Sc. 14._
I am dying, Egypt, dying.
_Antony and Cleopatra. Act iv. Sc. 15._
O, wither'd is the garland of the war, The soldier's pole is fallen.[159-1]
_Antony and Cleopatra. Act iv. Sc. 15._
Let 's do it after the high Roman fashion.
_Antony and Cleopatra. Act iv. Sc. 15._
For his bounty, There was no winter in 't; an autumn 't was That grew the more by reaping.
_Antony and Cleopatra. Act v. Sc. 2._
If there be, or ever were, one such, It 's past the size of dreaming.
_Antony and Cleopatra. Act v. Sc. 2._
Mechanic slaves With greasy aprons, rules, and hammers.
_Antony and Cleopatra. Act v. Sc. 2._
I have Immortal longings in me.
_Antony and Cleopatra. Act v. Sc. 2._
Lest the bargain should catch cold and starve.
_Cymbeline. Act i. Sc. 4._
Hath his bellyful of fighting.
_Cymbeline. Act ii. Sc. 1._
How bravely thou becomest thy bed, fresh lily.
_Cymbeline. Act ii. Sc. 2._
The most patient man in loss, the most coldest that ever turned up ace.
_Cymbeline. Act ii. Sc. 3._
Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings, And Phoebus 'gins arise,[159-2] His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies; And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes: With everything that pretty is, My lady sweet, arise.
_Cymbeline. Act ii. Sc. 3._
As chaste as unsunn'd snow.
_Cymbeline. Act ii. Sc. 5._
Some griefs are medicinable.
_Cymbeline. Act iii. Sc. 2._
Prouder than rustling in unpaid-for silk.
_Cymbeline. Act iii. Sc. 3._
So slippery that The fear 's as bad as falling.
_Cymbeline. Act iii. Sc. 3._
The game is up.
_Cymbeline. Act iii. Sc. 3._
No, 't is slander, Whose edge is sharper than the sword, whose tongue Outvenoms all the worms of Nile, whose breath Rides on the posting winds, and doth belie All corners of the world.
_Cymbeline. Act iii. Sc. 4._
Some jay of Italy, Whose mother was her painting, hath betray'd him: Poor I am stale, a garment out of fashion.
_Cymbeline. Act iii. Sc. 4._
It is no act of common passage, but A strain of rareness.
_Cymbeline. Act iii. Sc. 4._
I have not slept one wink.
_Cymbeline. Act iii. Sc. 4._
Thou art all the comfort The gods will diet me with.
_Cymbeline. Act iii. Sc. 4._
Weariness Can snore upon the flint, when resty sloth Finds the down pillow hard.
_Cymbeline. Act iii. Sc. 6._
An angel! or, if not, An earthly paragon!
_Cymbeline. Act iii. Sc. 6._
Triumphs for nothing and lamenting toys Is jollity for apes and grief for boys.
_Cymbeline. Act iv. Sc. 2._
And put My clouted brogues from off my feet.
_Cymbeline. Act iv. Sc. 2._
Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.
_Cymbeline. Act iv. Sc. 2._
O, never say hereafter But I am truest speaker. You call'd me brother When I was but your sister.
_Cymbeline. Act v. Sc. 5._
Like an arrow shot From a well-experienc'd archer hits the mark His eye doth level at.
_Pericles. Act i. Sc. 1._
_3 Fish._ Master, I marvel how the fishes live in the sea.
_1 Fish._ Why, as men do a-land: the great ones eat up the little ones.
_Pericles. Act ii. Sc. 1._
Bid me discourse, I will enchant thine ear.
_Venus and Adonis. Line 145._
For he being dead, with him is beauty slain, And, beauty dead, black chaos comes again.
_Venus and Adonis. Line 1019._
The grass stoops not, she treads on it so light.
_Venus and Adonis. Line 1027._
For greatest scandal waits on greatest state.
_Lucrece. Line 1006._
Thou art thy mother's glass, and she in thee Calls back the lovely April of her prime.
_Sonnet iii._
And stretched metre of an antique song.
_Sonnet xvii._
But thy eternal summer shall not fade.
_Sonnet xviii._
The painful warrior famoused for fight,[161-1] After a thousand victories, once foil'd, Is from the books of honour razed quite, And all the rest forgot for which he toil'd.
_Sonnet xxv._
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste.
_Sonnet xxx._
Full many a glorious morning have I seen.
_Sonnet xxxiii._
My grief lies onward and my joy behind.
_Sonnet l._
Like stones of worth, they thinly placed are, Or captain jewels in the carcanet.
_Sonnet lii._
The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour which doth in it live.
_Sonnet liv._
Not marble, nor the gilded monuments Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme.
_Sonnet lv._
Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea, But sad mortality o'ersways their power, How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea, Whose action is no stronger than a flower?
_Sonnet lxv._
And art made tongue-tied by authority.
_Sonnet lxvi._
And simple truth miscall'd simplicity, And captive good attending captain ill.
_Sonnet lxvi._
The ornament of beauty is suspect, A crow that flies in heaven's sweetest air.
_Sonnet lxx._
That time of year thou may'st in me behold, When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,-- Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
_Sonnet lxxiii._
Your monument shall be my gentle verse, Which eyes not yet created shall o'er-read, And tongues to be your being shall rehearse When all the breathers of this world are dead; You still shall live--such virtue hath my pen-- Where breath most breathes, even in the mouths of men.
_Sonnet lxxxi._
Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing.
_Sonnet lxxxvii._
Do not drop in for an after-loss. Ah, do not, when my heart hath 'scap'd this sorrow, Come in the rearward of a conquer'd woe; Give not a windy night a rainy morrow, To linger out a purpos'd overthrow.
_Sonnet xc._
When proud-pied April, dress'd in all his trim, Hath put a spirit of youth in everything.
_Sonnet xcviii._
Still constant is a wondrous excellence.
_Sonnet cv._
And beauty, making beautiful old rhyme.
_Sonnet cvi._
My nature is subdu'd To what it works in, like the dyer's hand.
_Sonnet cxi._
Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments: love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds.
_Sonnet cxvi._
'T is better to be vile than vile esteem'd, When not to be receives reproach of being; And the just pleasure lost which is so deem'd, Not by our feeling, but by others' seeing.
_Sonnet cxxi._
No, I am that I am, and they that level At my abuses reckon up their own.
_Sonnet cxxi._
That full star that ushers in the even.
_Sonnet cxxxii._
So on the tip of his subduing tongue All kinds of arguments and questions deep, All replication prompt, and reason strong, For his advantage still did wake and sleep. To make the weeper laugh, the laugher weep, He had the dialect and different skill, Catching all passion in his craft of will.
_A Lover's Complaint. Line 120._
O father, what a hell of witchcraft lies In the small orb of one particular tear.
_A Lover's Complaint. Line 288._
Bad in the best, though excellent in neither.
_The Passionate Pilgrim. iii._
Crabbed age and youth Cannot live together.
_The Passionate Pilgrim. viii._
Have you not heard it said full oft, A woman's nay doth stand for naught?
_The Passionate Pilgrim. xiv._
Cursed be he that moves my bones.
_Shakespeare's Epitaph._
FOOTNOTES:
[44-1] As clear and as manifest as the nose in a man's face.--BURTON: _Anatomy of Melancholy,