William Shakespeare Quotes
''Far from her nest the lapwing cries away;William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Adriana, in The Comedy of Errors, act 4, sc. 2, l. 27-8. On her husband, who, she thinks, is making love to her sister; the lapwing proverbially cries most when far from the nest.
My heart prays for him, though my tongue do curse.''
''The quick comediansWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British poet. Antony and Cleopatra (V, ii). . . The Unabridged William Shakespeare, William George Clark and William Aldis Wright, eds. (1989) Running Press.
Extemporally will stage us and present
Our Alexandrian revels; Antony
Shall be brought drunken forth, and I shall see
Some squeaking Cleopatra boy my greatness
I' the posture of a whore.''
''Fear no more the frown o' th' great,William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Arviragus, in Cymbeline, act 4, sc. 2, l. 264-9. Second stanza of song of mourning for Imogen, known as Fidele as a boy, supposed dead.
Thou art past the tyrant's stroke;
Care no more to clothe and eat,
To thee the reed is as the oak.
The sceptre, learning, physic, must
All follow this and come to dust.''
''The world must be peopled. When I said I would die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were married.''William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Benedick, in Much Ado About Nothing, act 2, sc. 3, l. 229-31 (1600). Justifying his change of heart about marriage.
''Bear with me, good boy, I am much forgetful.''William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Brutus, in Julius Caesar, act 4, sc. 3, l. 255. To his servant Lucius.
''He cannot buckle his distempered causeWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Caithness, in Macbeth, act 5, sc. 2, l. 15-16. On Macbeth as unable to put his sick or chaotic ("distempered" may mean both) affairs in order.
Within the belt of rule.''
'''Tis a vile thing to die, my gracious lord,William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Catesby, in Richard III, act 3, sc. 2, l. 62-3.
When men are unprepared, and look not for it.''
''What if this cursed handWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Claudius, in Hamlet, act 3, sc. 3, l. 43-6. Claudius wishes he could be forgiven.
Were thicker than itself with brother's blood,
Is there not rain enough in the sweet heavens
To wash it white as snow?''
''[holds her by the hand, silent] O mother, mother!William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Coriolanus, in Coriolanus, act 5, sc. 3, l. 182-9. The turning-point, when he agrees to spare Rome, knowing it may lead to his own ruin.
What have you done? Behold, the heavens do ope,
The gods look down, and this unnatural scene
They laugh at. O my mother, mother! O!
You have won a happy victory to Rome;
But, for your son, believe itO, believe it
Most dangerously you have with him prevailed,
If not most mortal to him.''
''There's no true drop of blood in him to be truly touched with love; if he be sad, he wants money.''William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Don Pedro, in Much Ado About Nothing, act 3, sc. 2, l. 18-20. Unable to believe Benedick can fall in love; "wants" means is in need of, lacks.
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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