William Shakespeare Quotes
''Who's born that dayWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Cleopatra, in Antony and Cleopatra, act 1, sc. 5, l. 63-5. Messages of love to the absent Antony.
When I forget to send to Antony,
Shall die a beggar.''
''But though I loved you well, I wooed you not;William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Cressida, in Troilus and Cressida, act 3, sc. 2, l. 126-9. Confessing she has long desired Troilus.
And yet, good faith, I wished myself a man,
Or that we women had men's privilege
Of speaking first.''
''Methinks you are my glass, and not my brother:William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Dromio of Ephesus, in The Comedy of Errors, act 5, sc. 1, l. 418-9. The twins meet at last.
I see by you I am a sweet-faced youth.''
''Escalus. What do you think of the trade, Pompey? Is it a lawful trade?William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Escalus and Pompey, in Measure for Measure, act 2, sc. 1, l. 225-35. Pompey is defending his trade as a bawd.
Pompey. If the law would allow it, sir.
Escalus. But the law will not allow it, Pompey; nor it shall not be allowed in Vienna.
Pompey. Does your worship mean to geld and spay all the youth of the city?
Escalus. No, Pompey.
Pompey. Truly, sir, in my poor opinion they will to't then. If your worship will take order for the drabs and the knaves, you need not to fear the bawds.''
''Ferdinand. I do beseech youWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Ferdinand and Miranda, in The Tempest, act 3, sc. 1, l. 34-9. Playing on the meaning of "Miranda," to be wondered at or admired (from the Latin); "hest" means command.
Chiefly that I may set it in my prayers
What is your name?
Miranda. Miranda.O my father,
I have broke your hest to say so.
Ferdinand. Admired Miranda,
Indeed the top of admiration! worth
What's dearest to the world!''
''Ghost. My hour is almost comeWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Ghost and Hamlet, in Hamlet, act 1, sc. 5, l. 2-4. "Sulph'rous and tormenting flames" means purgatorial fire.
When I to sulph'rous and tormenting flames
Must render up myself.
Hamlet. Alas, poor ghost!''
''Hamlet: Why was he sent into England?William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Hamlet and Grave-digger, in Hamlet, act 5, sc. 1, l. 149-55. The Grave-digger does not recognize Hamlet, whom he thinks is in England.
Grave-digger: Why, because a was mad. A shall recover his wits there; or if a do not, 'tis no great matter there.
Grave-digger: 'Twill not be seen in him there. There the men are as mad as he.''
''How all occasions do inform against me,William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Hamlet, in Hamlet, act 4, sc. 4, l. 32-3. "Inform against me" means accuse me of inaction.
And spur my dull revenge!''
''Nay sure, he's not in hell; he's in Arthur's bosom, if everWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Hostess Quickly, in Henry V, act 2, sc. 3, l. 9-12. On Falstaff: she confuses King Arthur with Abraham (a beggar is carried by angels to "Abraham's bosom" in Luke 16:22); by "christom child" she means newly christened baby.
man went to Arthur's bosom. 'A made a finer end, and went
away an it had been any christom child.''
''Our very eyesWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Imogen, in Cymbeline, act 4, sc. 2, l. 301-2. Not knowing whether she is dreaming or awake.
Are sometimes, like our judgments, blind.''
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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;