William Shakespeare Quotes
''Rosalind. His very hair is of the dissembling colorWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Rosalind and Celia, in As You Like It, act 3, sc. 4, l. 10-2. Rosalind disparages Orlando (tawny or chestnut was said to be the color of Judas's hair), in order to hear Celia praise him.
Celia. An excellent color. Your chestnut was ever the
''Some men there are love not a gaping pig,William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Shylock, in The Merchant of Venice, act 4, sc. 1. Explaining his behavior toward Antonio, which he ascribes to natural antipathy.
Some that are mad if they behold a cat,
And others when the bagpipe sings i'th' nose
Cannot contain their urine.''
''That time of year thou mayst in me beholdWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British poet. That time of year thou mayst in me behold (l. 1-14). . . The Unabridged William Shakespeare, William George Clark and William Aldis Wright, eds. (1989) Running Press.
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou see'st the twilight of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west;
Which by and by black night doth take away,
Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire,
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
As the deathbed whereon it must expire,
Consumed with that which it was nourished by.
This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong,
To love that well which thou must leave ere long.''
''Mine ear is much enamoured of thy note;William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Titania to Bottom, in A Midsummer Night's Dream, act 3, sc. 1. While Bottom is cursed with an ass's head.
So is mine eye enthrallèd to thy shape;
And thy fair virtue's force perforce doth move me
On the first view to say, to swear, I love thee.''
''Most radiant, exquisite, and unmatchable beauty.''William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Viola, in Twelfth Night, act 1, sc. 5, l. 170-1. Addressing Olivia in Orsino's flowery style.
''Sleep shall neither night nor dayWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. 1st Witch, in Macbeth, act 1, sc. 3, l. 19-25. Putting a curse on a ship's captain; "penthouse lid" means eyelid, that slopes like a penthouse roof; "forbid" means accursed; "peak and pine" means waste away.
Hang upon his penthouse lid;
He shall live a man forbid;
Weary sev'n-nights, nine times nine,
Shall he dwindle, peak and pine;
Though his bark cannot be lost,
Yet it shall be tempest-tossed.''
''I never sawWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Antigonus, in The Winter's Tale, act 3, sc. 3, l. 55-6. The ominous storm bodes the death of Antigonus.
The heavens so dim by day. A savage clamor!''
''My credit now stands on such slippery groundWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Antony, in Julius Caesar, act 3, sc. 1, l. 191-3. Speaking to the conspirators who have killed Caesar; "conceit" means think of.
That one of two bad ways you must conceit me,
Either a coward or a flatterer.''
''I cannot be a man with wishing, therefore I will die a woman with grieving.''William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Beatrice, in Much Ado About Nothing, act 4, sc. 1, l. 322-3. Addressing Benedick, in the hope of persuading him to challenge Claudio.
''Good Master Mustardseed, I know your patience well. That same cowardly, giant-like ox-beef hath devoured many a gentleman of your house. I promise you, your kindred hath made my eyes water ere now.''William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Bottom, in A Midsummer Night's Dream, act 3, sc. 1, l. 191-5. Addressing one of Titania's fairies.
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All The World's A Stage
All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in ...
Tired with all these, for restful death I cry,
As, to behold desert a beggar born,
And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity,
And purest faith unhappily forsworn,
And guilded honour shamefully misplaced,
And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted,
And right perfection wrongfully disgraced,
And strength by limping sway disabled,
And art made tongue-tied by authority,