Time's glory is to command contending kings, To unmask falsehood, and bring truth to light.
The Rape of Lucrece
I gyve unto my wief my second best bed with the furniture
(Modern spelling: I give unto my wife my second best bed with the furniture.)
Shakespeare's will
Good friend, for Jesus' sake forbear, to dig the dust enclosed here. Blest be the man that spares these stones, And curst be he that moves my bones.
Shakespeare's epitaph
Iago: I am one, sir, that comes to tell you your daughter and the Moor are now making the beast with two backs
Othello, Act I, sc. i
Hamlet: There are more things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
Hamlet
Hamlet: To be or not to be, that is the question. Whether it is nobler in mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune or to take up your arms against a sea of troubles and by opposing, end them. To die, to sleep no more.
Hamlet
Caesar: Et tu, Brute?
Julius Caesar
Juliet: What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.
Romeo and Juliet
Juliet: Romeo, O Romeo, Wherefore art thou Romeo?
Romeo and Juliet
Antony: The evil that men do lives after them. The good is often interred with their bones.
Julius Caesar
Puck: What fools these mortals be
A Midsummer Night's Dream
Casca: But, for my own part, it was Greek to me.
Julius Caesar Act I, sc. ii
Soothsayer: Beware the ides of March.
Julius Caesar Act I, sc. ii
Cassius: Men at some time are masters of their fates: The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, But in ourselves, that we are underlings.
Julius Caesar Act I, sc. ii
Caesar: Et tu Brute? Then fall, Caesar!
Julius Caesar, Act III, sc. i
Antony: Cry Havoc! and let slip the dogs of war.
Julius Caesar Act III, sc. i
Antony:Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears;
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. The noble Brutus
Hath told you Caesar was ambitious:
If it were so, it is a grievous fault;
And grievously hath Caesar answer'd it.
Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest, -
For Brutus is an honrable man;
So are they all, all honrable men, -
Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral.
He was my friend, faithful and just to me:
But Brutus says he was ambitious;
And Brutus is an honorable man.
Julius Caesar Act III, sc. ii
Brutus: Caesar, now be still:
I kill'd not thee with half so good a will.
Julius Caesar Act V, sc. v
Antony: This was the noblest Roman of them all:
All the conspirators, save only he,
Did that they did in envy of great Caesar;
He only, in a general honest thought,
And common good to all, made one
of them.
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 Act V, sc. v
Launcelot: ...truth will out
The Merchant of Venice Act II, sc. ii
Morocco: All that glisters is not gold.
The Merchant of Venice Act II, sc. 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?
The Merchant of Venice Act III, sc. i
Portia: The quality of mercy is not strain'd, it droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven upon the place beneath: it is twice bless’d; It blesseth him that gives and him that takes
The Merchant of Venice Act IV, sc. i
Portia: How far that little candle throws its beams; So shines a good deed in a naughty world.
The Merchant of Venice Act V, sc. i
Orsino: If music be the food of love, play on; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, the appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again! it had a dying fall: O, it came oer my ear like the sweet sound that breathes upon a bank of violets, stealing and giving odour!
Twelfth Night Act I, sc. i
Malvolio: Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.
Twelfth Night Act II, sc. v Potpourri April ‘06
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