NORTHUMBERLAND: These high wild hills and
rough uneven ways
Draws out our miles, and makes them wearisome.
Richard II, II, iii
RICHARD: His treasons will sit blushing in his
face,
Not able to endure the sight of day.
Richard II, III, ii
RICHARD: Let's talk of graves, of worms, and
epitaphs;
Make dust our paper and with rainy eyes
Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth.
Richard II, III, ii
For God's sake, let us sit upon the
ground
And tell sad stories of the death of kings;
How some have been deposed; some slain in war,
Some haunted by the ghosts they have deposed;
Some poison'd by their wives: some sleeping kill'd;
All murder'd ...
Richard II, III, ii
SCROOPE: Men judge by the complexion of the
sky
The state and inclination of the day.
Richard II, III, ii
SCROOPE: I play the torturer, by small and
small
To lengthen out the worst that must be spoken.
Richard II, III, ii
RICHARD: Thus play I in one person many
people,
And none contented: sometimes am I king,
Then treasons make me wish myself a beggar,
And so I am: then crushing penury
Persuades me I was better when a king;
Then am I king'd again: and by and by
Think that I am unking'd by Bolingbroke,
And straight am nothing: but whate'er I be,
Nor I nor any man that but man is
With nothing shall be pleased, till he be eased
With being nothing.
Richard II, V, v
RICHARD: Ha, ha! keep time: how sour sweet
music is,
When time is broke and no proportion kept!
So is it in the music of men's lives.
Richard II, V, v
RICHARD: I wasted time, and now doth time waste me.
Richard II, V, v
ANTONIO: In sooth, I know not why I am so
sad:
It wearies me; you say it wearies you;
But how I caught it, found it, or came by it,
What stuff 'tis made of, whereof it is born,
I am to learn;
And such a want-wit sadness makes of me,
That I have much ado to know myself.
The Merchant of Venice, I, i
GRATIANO: You have too much respect upon the
world:
They lose it that do buy it with much care.
The Merchant of Venice, I, i
BASSANIO: Gratiano speaks an infinite deal of nothing, more than any man in all Venice.
The Merchant of Venice, I, i
BASSANIO: His reasons are as two grains of wheat hid in two bushels of chaff: you shall seek all day ere you find them, and when you have them, they are not worth the search.
The Merchant of Venice, I, i
BASSANIO: In my school-days, when I had lost
one shaft,
I shot his fellow of the self-same flight
The self-same way with more advised watch,
To find the other forth, and by adventuring both
I oft found both.
The Merchant of Venice, I, i
NERISSA: Yet, for aught I see, they are as sick that surfeit with too much as they that starve with nothing.
The Merchant of Venice, I, ii
ANTONIO: Mark you this, Bassanio,
The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose.
The Merchant of Venice, I, iii
SHYLOCK: Fast bind, fast find.
The Merchant of Venice, II, v
GRATIANO: All things that are,
Are with more spirit chased than enjoy'd.
The Merchant of Venice, II, vi
MOROCCO: (Reads) All that glisters is not gold.
The Merchant of Venice, II, vii
MOROCCO: (Reads) Gilded tombs do worms enfold.
The Merchant of Venice, II, vii
SHYLOCK: I am a Jew. Hath not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is? If you prick us, do we not bleed? if you tickle us, do we not laugh? if you poison us, do we not die? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge? If we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that.
The Merchant of Venice, III, i
PORTIA: Tell me where is fancy bred,
Or in the heart, or in the head?
The Merchant of Venice, III, ii
BASSANIO: The world is still deceived with ornament.
The Merchant of Venice, III, ii
BASSANIO: In law, what plea so tainted and
corrupt,
But, being seasoned with a gracious voice,
Obscures the show of evil?
The Merchant of Venice, III, ii
BASSANIO: In religion,
What damned error, but some sober brow
Will bless it and approve it with a text,
Hiding the grossness with fair ornament?
The Merchant of Venice, III, ii
BASSANIO: There is no vice so simple but
assumes
Some mark of virtue on his outward parts.
The Merchant of Venice, III, ii
ANTONIO: I pray thee, hear me speak.
SHYLOCK: I'll have my bond; I will not hear
thee speak:
I'll have my bond; and therefore speak no more.
The Merchant of Venice, III, iii
PORTIA: For in companions
That do converse and waste the time together,
Whose souls do bear an equal yoke of love,
There must be needs a like proportion
Of lineaments, of manners and of spirit.
The Merchant of Venice, III, iv
LORENZO: How every fool can play upon the word! I think the best grace of wit will shortly turn into silence, and discourse grow commendable in none only but parrots.
The Merchant of Venice, III, v
DUKE: I beseech you, let his lack of years be no impediment to let him lack a reverend estimation; for I never knew so young a body with so old a head.
The Merchant of Venice, IV, i
PORTIA: The quality of mercy is not
strain'd,
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the place beneath.
The Merchant of Venice, IV, i
SHYLOCK: You take my life when you do take the means whereby I live.
The Merchant of Venice, IV, i
PORTIA: He is well paid that is well satisfied.
The Merchant of Venice, IV, i
LORENZO: Such harmony is in immortal
souls;
But whilst this muddy vesture of decay
Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it.
The Merchant of Venice, V, i
LORENZO: The man that hath no music in
himself,
Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds,
Is fit for treasons, stratagems and spoils.
The Merchant of Venice, V, i
PORTIA: How far that little candle throws his
beams!
So shines a good deed in a naughty world.
The Merchant of Venice, V, i
PORTIA: The crow doth sing as sweetly as the
lark,
When neither is attended.
The Merchant of Venice, V, i
AUSTRIA: The peace of heaven is theirs that
lift their swords
In such a just and charitable war.
King John, II, i
KING PHILIP: This little abstract doth contain
that large
Which died in Geffrey, and the hand of time
Shall draw this brief into as huge a volume.
King John, II, i
BASTARD: O, now doth Death line his dead chaps
with steel;
The swords of soldiers are his teeth, his fangs;
And now he feasts, mousing the flesh of men,
In undetermined differences of kings.
King John, II, i
BASTARD: Zounds! I was never so bethump'd with
words
Since I first call'd my brother's father dad.
King John, II, i
BASTARD: Well, whiles I am a beggar, I will
rail
And say there is no sin but to be rich;
And being rich, my virtue then shall be
To say there is no vice but beggary.
King John, II, i
BASTARD: Bell, book, and candle shall not
drive me back,
When gold and silver becks me to come on.
King John, III, i
CONSTANCE: No, I defy all counsel, all
redress,
But that which ends all counsel, true redress,
Death, death; O amiable lovely death!
King John, III, iii
CONSTANCE: Grief fills the room up of my
absent child,
Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me,
Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words,
Remembers me of all his gracious parts,
Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form;
Then, have I reason to be fond of grief?
King John, III, iii
PANDULPH: No natural exhalation in the
sky,
No scope of nature, no distemper'd day,
No common wind, no customed event,
But they will pluck away his natural cause
And call them meteors, prodigies and signs.
King John, III, iii
SALISBURY: Therefore, to be possess'd with
double pomp,
To guard a title that was rich before,
To gild refined gold, to paint the lily,
To throw a perfume on the violet,
To smooth the ice, or add another hue
Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light
To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish,
Is wasteful and ridiculous excess.
King John, IV, ii
PEMBROKE: This act is as an ancient tale new told.
King John, IV, ii
KING JOHN: There is no sure foundation set on
blood,
No certain life achieved by others' death.
King John, IV, ii
HUBERT: My lord, they say five moons were seen
to-night;
Four fixed, and the fifth did whirl about
The other four in wondrous motion.
King John, IV, ii
PRINCE: Unless hours were cups of sack and minutes capons and clocks the tongues of bawds and dials the signs of leaping-houses and the blessed sun himself a fair hot wench in flame-coloured taffeta, I see no reason why thou shouldst be so superfluous to demand the time of the day.
1 Henry IV, I, ii
FALSTAFF: O, thou hast damnable iteration and art indeed able to corrupt a saint.
1 Henry IV, I, ii
PRINCE: I see a good amendment of life in thee; from praying to purse-taking.
FALSTAFF: Why, Hal, 'tis my vocation, Hal; 'tis no sin for a man to labour in his vocation.
1 Henry IV, I, ii
PRINCE: Yet herein will I imitate the
sun,
Who doth permit the base contagious clouds
To smother up his beauty from the world,
That, when he please again to be himself,
Being wanted, he may be more wonder'd at,
By breaking through the foul and ugly mists
Of vapours that did seem to strangle him.
1 Henry IV, I, ii
PRINCE: If all the year were playing
holidays,
To sport would be as tedious as to work;
But when they seldom come, they wish'd for come,
And nothing pleaseth but rare accidents.
1 Henry IV, I, ii
PRINCE: By so much shall I falsify men's
hopes;
And like bright metal on a sullen ground,
My reformation, glittering o'er my fault,
Shall show more goodly and attract more eyes
Than that which hath no foil to set it off.
1 Henry IV, I, ii
HOTSPUR: And as the soldiers bore dead bodies
by,
He call'd them untaught knaves, unmannerly,
To bring a slovenly unhandsome corse
Betwixt the wind and his nobility.
1 Henry IV, I, iii