TROILUS: Will you with counters sum
The past proportion of his infinite?
And buckle in a waist most fathomless
With spans and inches so diminutive
As fears and reasons? fie, for godly shame!
Troilus and Cressida, II, ii
ULYSSES: The amity that wisdom knits not, folly may easily untie.
Troilus and Cressida, II, iii
PANDARUS: Nay, I'll give my word for her too: our kindred, though they be long ere they are wooed, they are constant being won: they are burs, I can tell you; they'll stick where they are thrown.
Troilus and Cressida, III, ii
CRESSIDA: When time is old and hath forgot
itself,
When waterdrops have worn the stones of Troy,
And blind oblivion swallow'd cities up,
And mighty states characterless are grated
To dusty nothing, yet let memory,
From false to false, among false maids in love,
Upbraid my falsehood!
Troilus and Cressida, III, ii
ULYSSES: Those scraps are good deeds past;
which are devour'd
As fast as they are made, forgot as soon
As done.
Troilus and Cressida, III, iii
ULYSSES: Love, friendship, charity, are
subjects all
To envious and calumniating time.
Troilus and Cressida, III, iii
ULYSSES: One touch of nature makes the whole
world kin,
That all with one consent praise new-born gawds,
Though they are made and moulded of things past,
And give to dust that is a little gilt
More laud than gilt o'er-dusted.
Troilus and Cressida, III, iii
THERSITES: A plague of opinion! a man may wear it on both sides, like a leather jerkin.
Troilus and Cressida, III, iii
PARIS: There is no help; the bitter disposition of the time will have it so.
Troilus and Cressida, IV, i
CRESSIDA: Time, force, and death,
Do to this body what extremes you can;
But the strong base and building of my love
Is as the very centre of the earth,
Drawing all things to it.
Troilus and Cressida, IV, ii
CRESSIDA: The grief is fine, full, perfect,
that I taste,
And violenteth in a sense as strong
As that which causeth it.
Troilus and Cressida, IV, iv
TROILUS: But something may be done that we
will not:
And sometimes we are devils to ourselves.
Troilus and Cressida, IV, iv
TROILUS: Whiles others fish with craft for
great opinion,
I with great truth catch mere simplicity;
Whilst some with cunning gild their copper crowns,
With truth and plainness I do wear mine bare.
Troilus and Cressida, IV, iv
ACHILLES: 'Tis but early days.
Troilus and Cressida, IV, v
MENELAUS: An odd man, lady? Every man is odd.
Troilus and Cressida, IV, v
ULYSSES: There's language in her eye, her
cheek, her lip,
Nay, her foot speaks; her wanton spirits look out
At every joint and motive of her body.
Troilus and Cressida, IV, v
ULYSSES: O, these encounterers, so glib of
tongue,
That give accosting welcome ere it comes,
And wide unclasp the tables of their thoughts
To every ticklish reader!
Troilus and Cressida, IV, v
AGAMEMNON: What's past and what's to come is
strew'd with husks
And formless ruin of oblivion.
Troilus and Cressida, IV, v
HECTOR: O, like a book of sport thou'lt read
me o'er;
But there's more in me than thou understand'st.
Troilus and Cressida, IV, v
ACHILLES: Tell me, you heavens, in which part
of his body
Shall I destroy him? whether there, or there, or there?
That I may give the local wound a name
And make distinct the very breach whereout
Hector's great spirit flew: answer me, heavens!
Troilus and Cressida, IV, v
ACHILLES: Thou crusty batch of nature, what's the news?
Troilus and Cressida, IV, v
THERSITES: That same Diomed's a false-hearted rogue, a most unjust knave; I will no more trust him when he leers than I will a serpent when he hisses. He will spend his mouth, and promise, like Brabbler the hound; but when he performs, astronomers foretell it: it is prodigious, there will come some change; the sun borrows of the moon, when Diomed keeps his word.
Troilus and Cressida, V, i
CRESSIDA: Hark, one word in your ear.
Troilus and Cressida, V, ii
CRESSIDA: What error leads must err; O, then
conclude
Minds sway'd by eyes are full of turpitude.
Troilus and Cressida, V, ii
IAGO: A fellow almost damn'd in a fair wife.
Othello, I, i
IAGO: I follow him to serve my turn upon
him:
We cannot all be masters, nor all masters
Cannot be truly follow'd.
Othello, I, i
IAGO: Zounds, sir, you are one of those that will not serve God if the devil bid you.
Othello, I, i
IAGO: I am one, sir, that comes to tell you your daughter and the Moor are now making the beast with two backs.
Othello, I, i
BRABANTIO: Thou art a villain.
IAGO: You are -- a senator.
Othello, I, i
OTHELLO: Rude am I in my speech,
And little bless'd with the soft phrase of peace.
Othello, I, iii
OTHELLO: She swore, in faith, twas strange,
'twas passing strange,
'Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful.
Othello, I, iii
OTHELLO: She loved me for the dangers I had
pass'd,
And I loved her that she did pity them.
Othello, I, iii
DUKE OF VENICE: When remedies are past, the
griefs are ended
By seeing the worst, which late on hopes depended.
Othello, I, iii
DUKE OF VENICE: To mourn a mischief that is
past and gone
Is the next way to draw new mischief on.
Othello, I, iii
BRABANTIO: But words are words; I never yet
did hear
That the bruised heart was pierced through the ear.
Othello, I, iii
BRABANTIO: Look to her, Moor, if thou hast
eyes to see:
She has deceived her father, and may thee.
Othello, I, iii
IAGO: Our bodies are our gardens, to the which our wills are gardeners; so that if we will plant nettles or sow lettuce, set hyssop and weed up thyme, supply it with one gender of herbs or distract it with many, either to have it sterile with idleness, or manured with industry -- why, the power and corrigible authority of this lies in our wills.
Othello, I, iii
IAGO: There are many events in the womb of time which will be delivered.
Othello, I, iii
IAGO: For I am nothing, if not critical.
Othello, II, i
OTHELLO: Once more, well met at Cyprus!
Othello, II, i
IAGO: But men are men; the best sometimes forget.
Othello, II, iii
IAGO: Reputation is an idle and most false imposition: oft got without merit, and lost without deserving: you have lost no reputation at all, unless you repute yourself such a loser.
Othello, II, iii
IAGO: When devils will the blackest sins put
on,
They do suggest at first with heavenly shows.
Othello, II, iii
IAGO: So will I turn her virtue into
pitch,
And out of her own goodness make the net
That shall enmesh them all.
Othello, II, iii
IAGO: How poor are they that have not
patience!
What wound did ever heal but by degrees?
Othello, II, iii
CLOWN: O, thereby hangs a tail.
Othello, III, i
OTHELLO: Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my
soul,
But I do love thee! and when I love thee not,
Chaos is come again.
Othello, III, iii
OTHELLO: "Think, my lord?" By heaven, thou
echo'st me,
As if there were some monster in thy thought
Too hideous to be shown.
Othello, III, iii
IAGO: Good name in man and woman, dear my
lord,
Is the immediate jewel of their souls:
Who steals my purse steals trash; 'tis something, nothing;
'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands:
But he that filches from me my good name
Robs me of that which not enriches him
And makes me poor indeed.
Othello, III, iii
IAGO: O, beware, my lord, of jealousy!
It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock
The meat it feeds on.
Othello, III, iii
IAGO: Poor and content is rich and rich enough.
Othello, III, iii
OTHELLO: To be once in doubt is once to be resolved.
Othello, III, iii
IAGO: Trifles light as air
Are to the jealous confirmations strong
As proofs of holy writ.
Othello, III, iii
IAGO: Dangerous conceits are in their natures
poisons,
Which at the first are scarce found to distaste,
But with a little act upon the blood
Burn like the mines of sulphur.
Othello, III, iii
OTHELLO: O, now, for ever
Farewell the tranquil mind! farewell content!
Othello, III, iii
IAGO: O monstrous world! Take note, take note,
O world,
To be direct and honest is not safe.
Othello, III, iii
OTHELLO: No, my heart is turned to
stone; I strike it, and it hurts my hand.
Othello, IV, i
DESDEMONA: Wouldst thou do such a deed for all the world?
EMILIA: The world's a huge thing: it is a
great price.
For a small vice.
Othello, IV, iii
EMILIA: Let husbands know
Their wives have sense like them: they see and smell
And have their palates both for sweet and sour,
As husbands have.
Othello, IV, iii
IAGO: It makes us, or it mars us.
Othello, V, i
OTHELLO: Put out the light, and then put out the light.
Othello, V, ii
EMILIA: 'Twill out, 'twill out! I peace?
No, I will speak as liberal as the north.
Let heaven and men and devils, let them all,
All, all, cry shame against me, yet I'll speak.
Othello, V, ii
IAGO: Demand me nothing: what you know, you
know:
From this time forth I never will speak word.
Othello, V, ii
OTHELLO: I pray you, in your letters,
When you shall these unlucky deeds relate,
Speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate,
Nor set down aught in malice.
Othello, V, ii
OTHELLO: Then must you speak
Of one that loved not wisely but too well;
Of one not easily jealous, but being wrought,
Perplex'd in the extreme; of one whose hand,
Like the base Indian, threw a pearl away
Richer than all his tribe.
Othello, V, ii
DUKE: There is a kind of character in thy
life,
That to the observer doth thy history
Fully unfold.
Measure for Measure, I, i
DUKE: Heaven doth with us as we with torches
do,
Not light them for themselves; for if our virtues
Did not go forth of us, 'twere all alike
As if we had them not.
Measure for Measure, I, i