BOURBON: The devil take order now! I'll to the
throng:
Let life be short; else shame will be too long.
Henry V, IV, v
BURGUNDY: Llet it not disgrace me,
If I demand, before this royal view,
What rub or what impediment there is,
Why that the naked, poor and mangled Peace,
Dear nurse of arts and joyful births,
Should not in this best garden of the world
Our fertile France, put up her lovely visage?
Henry V, V, ii
KATHARINE: O bon Dieu! les langues des hommes sont pleines de tromperies.
Henry V, V, ii
KING HENRY V: If thou canst love me for this, take me. If not, to say to thee that I shall die, is true, but for thy love, by the Lord, no. Yet I love thee too.
Henry V,
KING HENRY V: A speaker is but a prater; a rhyme is but a ballad. A good leg will fall; a straight back will stoop; a black beard will turn white; a curled pate will grow bald; a fair face will wither; a full eye will wax hollow: but a good heart, Kate, is the sun and the moon; or, rather, the sun, and not the moon; for it shines bright and never changes, but keeps his course truly.
Henry V, V, ii
KING HENRY V: But, good Kate, mock me mercifully, the rather, gentle princess, because I love thee cruelly.
Henry V, V, ii
KING HENRY V: O Kate, nice customs curtsy to great kings. Dear Kate, you and I cannot be confined within the weak list of a country's fashion. We are the makers of manners, Kate, and the liberty that follows our places stops the mouth of all find-faults.
Henry V, V, ii
KING HENRY V: You have witchcraft in your lips, Kate.
Henry V, V, ii
CHORUS: Thus far, with rough and all-unable
pen,
Our bending author hath pursued the story,
In little room confining mighty men,
Mangling by starts the full course of their glory.
Henry V, V, iii
CHORUS: Henry the Sixth, in infant bands
crown'd King
Of France and England, did this king succeed;
Whose state so many had the managing,
That they lost France and made his England bleed.
Henry V, V, iii
MARULLUS: You blocks, you stones, you worse
than senseless things!
O you hard hearts, you cruel men of Rome,
Knew you not Pompey?
Julius Caesar, I, i
MARULLUS: And do you now put on your best
attire?
And do you now cull out a holiday?
And do you now strew flowers in his way
That comes in triumph over Pompey's blood?
Julius Caesar, I, i
SOOTHSAYER: Beware the ides of March.
Julius Caesar, I, ii
CASSIUS: Tell me, good Brutus, can you see your face?
BRUTUS: No, Cassius; for the eye sees not
itself,
But by reflection, by some other things.
Julius Caesar, I, ii
CASSIUS: I had as lief not be as live to
be
In awe of such a thing as I myself.
Julius Caesar, I, ii
CASSIUS: Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow
world
Like a Colossus, and we petty men
Walk under his huge legs and peep about
To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
Julius Caesar, I, ii
CASSIUS: The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our
stars,
But in ourselves, that we are underlings.
Julius Caesar, I, ii
CAESAR: Let me have men about me that are
fat;
Sleek-headed men and such as sleep o' nights:
Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look;
He thinks too much: such men are dangerous.
Julius Caesar, I, ii
CAESAR: Such men as he be never at heart's
ease
Whiles they behold a greater than themselves,
And therefore are they very dangerous.
Julius Caesar, I, ii
CASCA: But those that understood him smiled at one another and shook their heads; but, for mine own part, it was Greek to me.
Julius Caesar, I, ii
CASCA: Are not you moved, when all the sway of
earth
Shakes like a thing unfirm?
Julius Caesar, I, iii
CICERO: Indeed, it is a strange-disposed
time:
But men may construe things after their fashion,
Clean from the purpose of the things themselves.
Julius Caesar, I, iii
CASSIUS: For my part, I have walk'd about the
streets,
Submitting me unto the perilous night,
And, thus unbraced, Casca, as you see,
Have bared my bosom to the thunder-stone;
And when the cross blue lightning seem'd to open
The breast of heaven, I did present myself
Even in the aim and very flash of it.
Julius Caesar, I, iii
BRUTUS: Look in the calendar, and bring me word.
Julius Caesar, II, i
BRUTUS: Between the acting of a dreadful
thing
And the first motion, all the interim is
Like a phantasma, or a hideous dream.
Julius Caesar, II, i
BRUTUS: The genius and the mortal
instruments
Are then in council, and the state of man,
Like to a little kingdom, suffers then
The nature of an insurrection.
Julius Caesar, II, i
BRUTUS: O conspiracy,
Shamest thou to show thy dangerous brow by night,
When evils are most free? O, then by day
Where wilt thou find a cavern dark enough
To mask thy monstrous visage?
Julius Caesar, II, i
Stage direction: Clock strikes.
Julius Caesar, II, i
BRUTUS: Thou hast no figures nor no
fantasies,
Which busy care draws in the brains of men;
Therefore thou sleep'st so sound.
Julius Caesar, II, i
CAESAR: What can be avoided
Whose end is purposed by the mighty gods?
Julius Caesar, II, ii
CALPURNIA: When beggars die, there are no
comets seen;
The heavens themselves blaze forth the death of princes.
Julius Caesar, II, ii
CAESAR: Cowards die many times before their
deaths;
The valiant never taste of death but once.
Julius Caesar, II, ii
CAESAR: Of all the wonders that I yet have
heard.
It seems to me most strange that men should fear;
Seeing that death, a necessary end,
Will come when it will come.
Julius Caesar, II, ii
TREBONIUS: Caesar, I will.
Aside: And so near will I be,
That your best friends shall wish I had been further.
Julius Caesar, II, ii
CASSIUS: But I am constant as the northern
star,
Of whose true-fix'd and resting quality
There is no fellow in the firmament.
Julius Caesar, III, i
CASSIUS: The skies are painted with unnumber'd
sparks,
They are all fire and every one doth shine,
But there's but one in all doth hold his place.
Julius Caesar, III, i
BRUTUS: Fates, we will know your
pleasures:
That we shall die, we know; 'tis but the time
And drawing days out, that men stand upon.
Julius Caesar, III, i
ANTONY: O mighty Caesar! dost thou lie so
low?
Are all thy conquests, glories, triumphs, spoils,
Shrunk to this little measure?
Julius Caesar, III, i
ANTONY: The choice and master spirits of this age.
Julius Caesar, III, i
ANTONY: And Caesar's spirit, ranging for
revenge,
With Ate by his side come hot from hell,
Shall in these confines with a monarch's voice
Cry "Havoc," and let slip the dogs of war.
Julius Caesar, III, i
BRUTUS: If then that friend demand why Brutus rose against Caesar, this is my answer: Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more.
Julius Caesar, III, ii
ANTONY: Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears.
Julius Caesar, III, ii
ANTONY: I come to bury Caesar, not to praise
him.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their bones;
So let it be with Caesar.
Julius Caesar, III, ii
ANTONY: When that the poor have cried, Caesar
hath wept;
Ambition should be made of sterner stuff.
Julius Caesar, III, ii
ANTONY Bear with me;
My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar,
And I must pause till it come back to me.
Julius Caesar, III, ii
ANTONY: This was the most unkindest cut of all.
Julius Caesar, III, ii
ANTONY: For when the noble Caesar saw him
stab,
Ingratitude, more strong than traitors' arms,
Quite vanquish'd him.
Julius Caesar, III, ii
ANTONY: Now let it work. Mischief, thou art
afoot,
Take thou what course thou wilt.
Julius Caesar, III, ii
CINNA THE POET: Truly, my name is Cinna.
FIRST CITIZEN: Tear him to pieces! He's a conspirator.
CINNA THE POET: I am Cinna the poet! I am Cinna the poet!
FOURTH CITIZEN: Tear him for his bad verses! Tear him for his bad verses!
Julius Caesar, III, iii
OCTAVIUS: Let us do so: for we are at the
stake,
And bay'd about with many enemies;
And some that smile have in their hearts, I fear,
Millions of mischiefs.
Julius Caesar, IV, i
BRUTUS: When love begins to sicken and
decay,
It useth an enforced ceremony.
There are no tricks in plain and simple faith;
But hollow men, like horses hot at hand,
Make gallant show and promise of their mettle.
Julius Caesar, IV, ii
BRUTUS: There is a tide in the affairs of
men,
Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune;
Omitted, all the voyage of their life
Is bound in shallows and in miseries.
Julius Caesar, IV, ii
CASSIUS: For Cassius is aweary of the
world;
Hated by one he loves; braved by his brother;
Cheque'd like a bondman; all his faults observed,
Set in a note-book, learn'd, and conn'd by rote,
To cast into my teeth.
Julius Caesar, IV, iii
BRUTUS: For ever, and for ever, farewell,
Cassius!
If we do meet again, why, we shall smile;
If not, why then, this parting was well made.
Julius Caesar, V, i
BRUTUS: O, that a man might know
The end of this day's business ere it come!
But it sufficeth that the day will end,
And then the end is known.
Julius Caesar, V, i
CASSIUS: This day I breathed first: time is
come round,
And where I did begin, there shall I end;
My life is run his compass.
Julius Caesar, V, iii
ANTONY: This was the noblest Roman of them all.
Julius Caesar, V, v
ANTONY: His life was gentle, and the
elements
So mix'd in him that Nature might stand up
And say to all the world "This was a man!"
Julius Caesar, V, v
CELIA: Well said: that was laid on with a trowel.
As You Like It, I, ii
ORLANDO: Only in the world I fill up a place, which may be better supplied when I have made it empty.
As You Like It, I, ii
ROSALIND: My pride fell with my fortune.
As You Like It, I, ii
ROSALIND: O, how full of briers is this working-day world!
As You Like It, I, iii
ROSALIND: Beauty provoketh thieves sooner than gold.
As You Like It, I, iii