William Shakespeare Quotes
''I would not wishWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Miranda, in The Tempest, act 3, sc. 1, l. 54-5. Admitting her love for Ferdinand.
Any companion in the world but you.''
''O, what a deal of scorn looks beautifulWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Olivia, in Twelfth Night, act 3, sc. 1, l. 145-6. After an interview with Cesario, really Viola in disguise.
In the contempt and anger of his lip!''
''O, now for everWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Othello, in Othello, act 3, sc. 3, l. 347-50. Jealousy in love destroys Othello as a soldier.
Farewell the tranquil mind, farewell content,
Farewell the plumèd troops and the big wars
That makes ambition virtue! O, farewell!''
''A play there is, my lord, some ten words long,William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Philostrate, in A Midsummer Night's Dream, act 5, sc. 1, l. 61-4. Advising Theseus not to watch "Pyramus and Thisbe."
Which is as brief as I have known a play,
But by ten words, my lord, it is too long,
Which makes it tedious.''
''Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill.''William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Prince Escalus, in Romeo and Juliet, act 3, sc. 1. Following Romeo's killing of Tybalt.
''As wild geese that the creeping fowler eye,William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Puck, in A Midsummer Night's Dream, act 3, sc. 2, l. 20-4. "Russet-pated choughs, many in sort" means jackdaws with dun-colored heads in a large flock; "sever themselves" means scatter, as Bottom's friends scattered when they saw his ass's head.
Or russet-pated choughs, many in sort,
Rising and cawing at the gun's report,
Sever themselves and madly sweep the sky
So at his sight away his fellows fly.''
''Romeo. I dreamt a dream tonight.William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Romeo and Mercutio, in Romeo and Juliet, act 1, sc. 4, l. 50-8. Mercutio's fairy tale seems meant to divert Romeo from his preoccupation with Rosaline; agates were carved with tiny figures (like "atomi") and used as seal rings by town officials (aldermen).
Mercutio. And so did I.
Romeo. Well, what was yours?
Mercutio. That dreamers often lie.
Romeo. In bed asleep, while they do dream things true.
Mercutio. O then I see Queen Mab hath been with you.
She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes
In shape no bigger than an agate stone
On the forefinger of an alderman,
Drawn with a team of little atomi
Over men's noses as they lie asleep.''
''Salerio. Why, I am sure if he forfeit thou wilt not take his flesh. What's that good for?William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Salerio and Shylock, in The Merchant of Venice, act 3, sc. 1, l. 51-4. On the news that ships bearing Antonio's goods have been lost at sea.
Shylock. To bait fish withalif it will feed nothing else, it will feed my revenge.''
''Hark, hark, the lark at heaven's gate sings,William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Song, in Cymbeline, act 2, sc. 3, l. 20-26. Sung to wake Imogen.
And Phoebus' gins arise,
His steeds to water at those springs
On chaliced flowers that lies;
And winking Mary-buds begin to ope their golden eyes;
With every thing that pretty is, my lady sweet, arise;
''Will you buy any tape,William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British poet. The Winter's Tale (IV, iii). OBSC. The Unabridged William Shakespeare, William George Clark and William Aldis Wright, eds. (1989) Running Press.
Or lace for your cape,
My dainty duck, my dear-a?
Any silk, and thread,
And toys for your head,
Of the new'st and finest, finest wear-a?
Come to the pedlar;
Money's a meddler,
That doth utter all men's ware-a.''
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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 ...
What's in the brain that ink may character
Which hath not figured to thee my true spirit?
What's new to speak, what new to register,
That may express my love or thy dear merit?
Nothing, sweet boy; but yet, like prayers divine,
I must, each day say o'er the very same,
Counting no old thing old, thou mine, I thine,
Even as when first I hallow'd thy fair name.
So that eternal love in love's fresh case