William Shakespeare Quotes
''I can counterfeit the deep tragedian,William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Buckingham, in Richard III, act 3, sc. 5, l. 5-11. "Intending" = pretending; Buckingham is putting his ability to act a part at the service of Richard.
Speak, and look back, and pry on every side,
Tremble and start at wagging of a straw,
Intending deep suspicion. Ghastly looks
Are at my service like enforced smiles,
And both are ready in their offices
At any time to grace my stratagems.''
''Cassius. Must I endure all this?William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Cassius and Brutus, in Julius Caesar, act 4, sc. 3, l. 41-2. Brutus has accused Cassius of being corrupt.
Brutus. All this? Ay, more! Fret till your proud heart break.''
''The weariest and most loathèd worldly life,William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Claudio, in Measure for Measure, act 3, sc. 1.
That age, ache, penury and imprisonment
Can lay on nature is a paradise,
To what we fear of death.''
''His biting is immortal; those that do die of it do seldomWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Clown, in Antony and Cleopatra, act 5, sc. 2, l. 246-8. Referring to the asp or snake he brings to Cleopatra.
or never recover.''
''Your worship speaks like a most thankful and reverend youth, and I praise God for you.''William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Dogberry, in Much Ado About Nothing, act 5, sc. 1, l. 315-6. To old Leonato; Dogberry is comically muddled as ever.
''On a dayalack the dayWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Dumaine, in Love's Labor's Lost, act 4, sc. 3, l. 99-102. Expressing his love for Katherine.
Love, whose month is ever May,
Spied a blossom passing fair
Playing in the wanton air.''
''Well, 'tis no matter, honor pricks me on. Yea, but how ifWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Falstaff, in Henry IV, Part 1, act 5, sc. 1, l. 129-31. Quibbling on meanings of "honor" means moral obligation and fame; and "prick" means spur on and mark down as dead.
honor prick me off when I come on? how then?''
''There was never yet fair woman but she made mouths in a glass.''William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Fool, in King Lear, act 3, sc. 2, l. 35-6.
''Sir, I love you more than words can wield the matter,William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Goneril, in King Lear, act 1, sc. 1, l. 55-60. responding to her father's demand of his daughters, "Which of you shall we say doth love us most?"
Dearer than eyesight, space, and liberty,
Beyond what can be valued, rich or rare,
No less than life, with grace, health, beauty, honor;
As much as child e'er loved, or father found,
A love that makes breath poor and speech unable.''
''O, 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. Pray you avoid it.''William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Hamlet, in Hamlet, act 3, sc. 2, l. 8-14 (1604). Directing the players how to perform the speech he has inserted in the play to be presented before Claudius.
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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 ...
Thus can my love excuse the slow offence
Of my dull bearer when from thee I speed:
From where thou art why should I haste me thence?
Till I return, of posting is no need.
O, what excuse will my poor beast then find,
When swift extremity can seem but slow?
Then should I spur, though mounted on the wind;
In winged speed no motion shall I know:
Then can no horse with my desire keep pace;