A miracle. Here's our own hands against our hearts. Come, I will have thee, but by this light I take thee for pity. Beatrice: I would not deny you, but by this good day, I yield upon great persuasion,...
A coward dies a thousand times before his death, but the valiant taste of death but once. It seems to me most strange that men should fear, seeing that death, a necessary end, will come when it will c...
When that the poor have cried Caesar hath wept: Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says he was ambitious And Brutus is an honourable man.
If we are marked to die, we are enough to do our country loss and if to live, the fewer men, the greater share of honor.
You're in love?OutOut of love?I love someone. She doesn't love me.
Nothing can come of nothing.
MACBETH:Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd,Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow,Raze out the written troubles of the brain,And with some sweet oblivious antidoteCleanse the stuff'd bosom of t...
He shall spurn fate, scorn death, and bear His hopes 'bove wisdom, grace and fear:And you all know, securityIs mortals' chiefest enemy.
Give me my sin again.
Dost thou not suspect my place? Dost thou not suspect my years? O that he were here to write me down an ass! But masters, remember that I am an ass. Though it be not written down, yet forget not that...
Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that death, a...
Blest are thoseWhose blood and judgment are so well commingled,That they are not a pipe for fortune's fingerTo sound what stop she please.
BEATRICE Is he not approved in the height a villain that hath slandered, scorned, dishonoured my kinswoman? O that I were a man! What, bear her in hand until they come to take hands, and then, with pu...
Away and mark the time with fairest show,False face must hide what false heart dothknow.
As merry as the day is long.
A little water clears us of this deed.
She's beautiful and therefore to be woo'd: She is a woman therefore to be won.
Your tale, sir, would cure deafness.
When Rosencrantz asks Hamlet, Good my lord, what is your cause of distemper? You do surely bar the door upon your own liberty, if you deny your grief to your friends(III, ii, 844-846), Hamlet responds...
Confusion now hath made his masterpiece.