William Shakespeare Quotes
''If she be false, O then heaven mocks itself!William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Othello, in Othello, act 3, sc. 3, l. 278-9. On seeing Desdemona approaching him.
I'll not believe't.''
''A terrible childbed hast thou had, my dear;William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Pericles, in Pericles, act 3, sc. 1, l. 56-8. He supposes Thaisa is dead, after giving birth to his daughter in a storm at sea.
No light, no fire: th' unfriendly elements
Forgot thee utterly.''
''In companionsWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Portia, in The Merchant of Venice, act 3, sc. 4, l. 11-5. Arguing that Bassanio and his friend Antonio, who spend ("waste") so much time together, must be alike.
That do converse and waste the time together,
Whose souls do bear an equal yoke of love,
There must be needs a like proportion
Of lineaments, of manners, and of spirit.''
''Now I wantWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Prospero, in The Tempest, epilogue, l. 13-8. Addressing the audience, having abandoned his role as magician.
Spirits to enforce, art to enchant,
And my ending is despair,
Unless I be relieved by prayer,
Which pierces so that it assaults
Mercy itself, and frees all faults.''
''Murder her brothers and then marry herWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Richard, in Richard III, act 4, sc. 2, l. 62-4.
Uncertain way of gain, but I am in
So far in blood that sin will pluck on sin.''
''We'll have a swashing and a martial outside,William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Rosalind, in As You Like It, act 1, sc. 3, l. 118-22. Proposing a swashbuckling disguise as a fighting man.
As many other mannish cowards have
That do outface it with their semblances.''
''Holofernes. He is too picked, too spruce, too affected, too odd as it were, too peregrinate as I may call it.William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Sir Nathaniel and Holofernes, in Love's Labor's Lost, act 5, sc. 1, l. 12-15. Speaking of Armado; "picked" = fastidious; "peregrinate" = outlandish.
Sir Nathaniel. A most singular and choice epithet.''
''Theseus. The best in this kind are but shadows; and the worst are no worse, if imagination amend them.William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Theseus and Hippolyta, in A Midsummer Night's Dream, act 5, sc. 1, l. 211-6. Watching "Pyramus and Thisbe" as staged by Bottom, Quince, and their crew.
Hippolyta. It must be your imagination then, and not theirs.
Theseus. If we imagine no worse of them than they of themselves, they may pass for excellent men.''
''No profit grows where is no pleasure ta'en.William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Tranio, in The Taming of the Shrew, act 1, sc. 1, l. 39-40. Advising his master Lucentio; "affect" = find pleasing.
In brief, sir, study what you most affect.''
''When icicles hang by the wall,William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Winter, in Love's Labor's Lost, act 5, sc. 2, l. 912-20. The first stanza of the song of Winter at the end of the play; the refrain ends in merriment in spite of winter.
And Dick the shepherd blows his nail,
And Tom bears logs into the hall,
And milk comes frozen home in pail;
When blood is nipped, and ways be foul,
Then nightly sings the staring owl:
A merry note,
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.''
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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;