William Shakespeare Quotes
''For conspiracy,William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Hermione, in The Winter's Tale, act 3, sc. 2, l. 71-3. Defending herself in court against accusations that she conspired with Camillo.
I know not how it tastes, though it be dished
For me to try how.''
''He that filches from me my good nameWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Iago, in Othello, act 3, sc. 3, l. 159-61. Provoking Othello to be suspicious of Desdemona.
Robs me of that which not enriches him,
And makes me poor indeed.''
''They say the tongues of dying menWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. John of Gaunt, in Richard II, act 2, sc. 1, l. 5-8. It was proverbial that "dying men speak true."
Enforce attention like deep harmony.
Where words are scarce, they are seldom spent in vain,
For they breathe truth that breathe their words in pain.''
''Most subject is the fattest soil to weeds.''William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. King Henry, in Henry IV, Part 2, act 4, sc. 4, l. 54. "Fattest" means richest, best; the "weeds" refer to Prince Hal's base companions.
''From camp to camp, through the foul womb of night,William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British poet. King Henry V (IV, Prologue). "Stilly" means softly; the "foul womb" will give birth to battle at dawn. The Unabridged William Shakespeare, William George Clark and William Aldis Wright, eds. (1989) Running Press.
The hum of either army stilly sounds,
That the fixed sentinels almost receive
The secret whispers of each other's watch.
Fire answers fire, and through their play flames
Each battle sees the other's umbered face.
Steed threatens steed, in high and boastful neighs
Piercing the night's dull ear; and from the tents
The armorers accomplishing the knights,
With busy hammers closing rivets up,
Give dreadful note of preparation.''
''I have given suck, and knowWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Lady Macbeth, in Macbeth, act 1, sc. 7, l. 54-9. To Macbeth, who is hesitating about murdering Duncan.
How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me;
I would, while it was smiling in my face,
Have plucked my nipple from his boneless gums
And dashed the brains out, had I so sworn
As you have done to this.''
''Is there any cause in nature that make these hard hearts?''William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Lear, in King Lear, act 3, sc. 6, l. 77-8.
''Now good digestion wait on appetite,William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Macbeth, in Macbeth, act 3, sc. 4, l. 37-8.
And health on both!''
''Some say that ever 'gainst that season comesWilliam Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Marcellus, in Hamlet, act 1, sc. 1, l. 158-64. "Bird of dawning" means the cock; "takes" means bewitches.
Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated,
This bird of dawning singeth all night long,
And then they say no spirit dare stir abroad,
The nights are wholesome, then no planets strike,
No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm,
So hallowed, and so gracious, is that time.''
''For this I shall have time enough to mourn.''William Shakespeare (1564-1616), British dramatist, poet. Northumberland, in Henry IV, Part 2, act 1, sc. 1, l. 136. Bad news prompts him to action, and to put off mourning.
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O Mistress Mine, Where Are You Roaming? (Twelfth Night, Act Ii, Scene Iii)
O mistress mine, where are you roaming?
O stay and hear! your true-love's coming
That can sing both high and low;
Trip no further, pretty sweeting,
Journey's end in lovers' meeting-
Every wise man's son doth know.
What is love? 'tis not hereafter;
Present mirth hath present laughter;
What's to come is still unsure:
In delay there lies no plenty,-
Then come kiss me, Sweet and twenty,
Youth's a stuff will not endure.
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