Quotes from William Shakespeare

I wear not motley in my brain. Good madonna, give me leave to prove you a fool.

For us and for our tragedy, Here stooping to your clemency, We beg your hearing patiently. HAMLET: Is this a prologue or the posy of a ring?

He says he loves my daughter. I think so too, for never gazed the moon upon the water as he'll stand and read as 'twere my daughter's eyes; and, to be plain, I think there is not half a kiss to choose who loves another best.

Master Brook, I will first make bold with your money

I am in So far in blood that sin will pluck on sin.

Good; and what of him? ALEXANDER They say he is a very man per se, And stands alone. CRESSIDA So do all men, unless they are drunk, sick, or have no legs.

Well, well! Why, have you any discretion? Have you any eyes? Do you know what a man is? Is not birth, beauty, good shape, discourse, manhood, learning, gentleness, virtue, youth, liberality, and such like, the spice and salt that season a man? CRESSIDA Ay, a minc'd man; and then to be bak'd with no date in the pie, for then the man's date is out.

O mother, mother! 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 it, O, believe it, Most dangerously you have with him prevail'd, If not most mortal to him.

I want that glib and oily art to speak and purpose not, since what I well intend, I'll do't before I speak.

Come, we burn daylight, ho!

Things growing are not ripe until their season:

The Friends Thou Hast And Their Adoption Tried Grapple Them To Thy Soul With Hooks Of Steel

Soy muy soberbio, ambicioso, vengativo, con más pecados sobre mi cabeza que pensamientos para concebirlos, fantasía para darles forma o tiempo para llevarlos a ejecución.

for beauty is a witch, Against whose charms faith melteth into blood.

Not Cassio kill'd! then murder's out of tune, And sweet revenge grows harsh. DESDEMONA O, falsely, falsely murder'd!

Slanders, sir. For the satirical rogue says here that old men have gray beards, that their faces are wrinkled, their eyes purging thick amber and plum-tree gum, and that they have a plentiful lack of wit, together with most weak hams—all which, sir, though I most powerfully and potently believe, yet I hold it not honesty to have it thus set down; for yourself, sir, should be old as I am, if like a crab you could go backward.

Strange dream, that gives a dead man leave

For folly that he wisely shows is fit; But wise men, folly-fallen, quite taint their wit.

Ai! Em teus olhos há maior perigo do que em vinte punhais dos teus parentes. Olha-me com doçura, e é quanto basta para me deixar invulnerável ao ódio deles.

Trip away; Make no stay

Que ella que con su muerte le dice a nuestro César: Me conquisté yo misma.

I marvel your ladyship takes delight in such a barren rascal. I saw him put down the other day with an 80   ordinary fool that has no more brain than a stone. Look you now, he's out of his guard already; unless you laugh and minister occasion to him, he is gagged. I protest I take these wise men, that crow so at these set kind of fools, no better than the fools' zanies.

All my fond love thus do I blow to heaven. 'Tis gone. Arise black vengeance, from the hollow hell! Yield up, oh love, thy crown and hearted throne To tyrannous hate! Swell, bosom, with thy fraught, for 'tis of aspics' tongues.

The sweat of industry would dry and die, But for the end it works to.