BOYETA mark! O, mark but that mark! A mark, says my lady!Let the mark have a prick in't, to mete at, if it may be.MARIAWide o' the bow hand! i' faith, your hand is out.COSTARDIndeed, a' must shoot nea...
O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, / That I am meek and gentle with these butchers!
O, hereWill I set up my everlasting rest,And shake the yoke of inauspicious starsFrom this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last!Arms, take your last embrace! and, lips, O youThe doors of breath,...
For Brutus, as you know, was Caesar's angel:
Captain of our fairy band,Helena is here at hand,And the youth, mistook by me,Pleading for a lover's fee.
Can snore upon the flint when resty sloth Finds the down pillow hard.
Goodnight! Goodnight! Parting is such sweet sorrow That I shall say goodnight 'til it be morrow.
What's gone and what's past help Should be past grief.
If I were to kiss you then go to hell, I would. So then I can brag with the devils I saw heaven without ever entering it.
CARDINAL WOLSEYSo farewell to the little good you bear me.Farewell! a long farewell, to all my greatness!This is the state of man: to-day he puts forthThe tender leaves of hopes; to-morrow blossoms,An...
Oft have I heard that grief softens the mind, And makes it fearful and degenerate; Think therefore on revenge and cease to weep.
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.
But men are men the best sometimes forget.
What, you egg? [He stabs him.]
Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more,Men were deceivers ever,-One foot in sea and one on shore,To one thing constant never.
O sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frightened thee. That thou no more will weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness?
A plague o' both your houses.
This was the most unkindest cut of all For when the noble Caesar saw him stab Ingratitude more strong than traitor's arm Quite vanquish'd him then burst his mighty heart.
I have touch'd the highest point of all my greatness And from that full meridian of my glory I haste now to my setting.
God has given you one face and you make yourselves another.