William Shakespeare Quotes
''In the dead waste and middle of the night.''William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Horatio, in Hamlet, act 1, sc. 2, l. 198. The time when Horatio saw the ghost of Hamlet's father; the waste (barren period), waist (middle), and perhaps vast (emptiness).
''A soldier's a man,William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Iago, in Othello, act 2, sc. 3, l. 71-3. A "span" is literally a hand's breadth from thumb to little finger; here a short time, as in 38:5 (Book of Common Prayer); the phrase "life's but a span" became proverbial.
O, man's life's but a span,
Why then, let a soldier drink.''
''O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Juliet, in Romeo and Juliet, act 2, sc. 1, l. 75-8 (1599). Juliet continues, "What's in a name? That which we call a rose/By any other word would smell as sweet."
Deny thy father and refuse thy name,
Or if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,
And I'll no longer be a Capulet.''
''You have witchcraft in your lips, Kate. There is moreWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. King Henry, in Henry V, act 5, sc. 2, l. 275-7. The French council negotiates for peace while Henry makes love.
eloquence in a sugar touch of them than in the tongues of
the French council.''
''Come, let's away to prison.William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British poet. King Lear (V, iii). to his daughter Cordelia when they are taken prisoners. OHFP. The Unabridged William Shakespeare, William George Clark and William Aldis Wright, eds. (1989) Running Press.
We two alone will sing like birds i' the cage.
When thou dost ask me blessing, I'll kneel down
And ask of thee forgiveness. So we'll live,
And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh
At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues
Talk of court news; and we'll talk with them too
Who loses and who wins; who's in, who's out
And take upon 's the mystery of things,
As if we were God's spies; and we'll wear out,
In a walled prison, packs and sects of great ones,
That ebb and flow by the moon.''
''Do you not love me? do you not indeed?William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Lady Percy, in Henry IV, Part 1, act 2, sc. 3, l. 96-8. To her husband; she is trying to get information out of him, and he says jokingly that he does not love her.
Well, do not then, for since you love me not,
I will not love myself.''
''I speak not like a dotard nor a fool,William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Leonato, in Much Ado About Nothing, act 5, sc. 1, l. 59-62. Old Leonato is about to challenge young Claudio to a duel.
As under privilege of age to brag
What I have done being young, or what would do
Were I not old.''
''Come, seeling night,William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Macbeth, in Macbeth, act 3, sc. 2, l. 46-50. Night that "seels" or covers up (like stitching the eyelids of a hawk in order to tame it) is "bloody" because it provides concealment for murder; the "bond" is the obligation of love to all, as in Matthew 5:43-4, "do good to them which hate you."
Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day,
And with thy bloody and invisible hand
Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond
Which keeps me pale.''
''He wears the roseWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Mark Antony, in Antony and Cleopatra, act 3, sc. 13, l. 19-21 (1623). Referring to Octavius Caesar.
Of youth upon him, from which the world should note
''We the globe can compass soon,William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Oberon, in A Midsummer Night's Dream, act 4, sc. 1, l. 97-8. On the power of fairies to circle the earth in no time.
Swifter than the wandering moon.''
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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 ...
Thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wear,
Thy dial how thy precious minutes waste;
The vacant leaves thy mind's imprint will bear,
And of this book this learning mayst thou taste.
The wrinkles which thy glass will truly show
Of mouthed graves will give thee memory;
Thou by thy dial's shady stealth mayst know
Time's thievish progress to eternity.
Look, what thy memory can not contain