Romeo, come forth; come forth, thou fearful man: Affliction is enamoured of thy parts,
And thou art wedded to calamity.
‘Romeo And Juliet’ (1595) act 3, sc. 3, l. 1
Thou cutt’st my head off with a golden axe, And smil’st upon the stroke that murders me.
‘Romeo And Juliet’ (1595) act 3, sc. 3, l. 22
Adversity’s sweet milk, philosophy.
‘Romeo And Juliet’ (1595) act 3, sc. 3, l. 54
Hang up philosophy!
Unless philosophy can make a Juliet.
‘Romeo And Juliet’ (1595) act 3, sc. 3, l. 56
O Lord, I could have stayed here all the night To hear good counsel. O, what learning is!
‘Romeo And Juliet’ (1595) act 3, sc. 3, l. 159
Wilt thou be gone? it is not yet near day: It was the nightingale, and not the lark,
That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear; Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree: Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.
‘Romeo And Juliet’ (1595) act 3, sc. 5, l. 1
Night’s candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops.
‘Romeo And Juliet’ (1595) act 3, sc. 5, l. 9
I have more care to stay than will to go.
‘Romeo And Juliet’ (1595) act 3, sc. 5, l. 23
Villain and he be many miles asunder.
‘Romeo And Juliet’ (1595) act 3, sc. 5, l. 82
Thank me no thankings, nor proud me no prouds.
‘Romeo And Juliet’ (1595) act 3, sc. 5, l. 153
Is there no pity sitting in the clouds, That sees into the bottom of my grief?
‘Romeo And Juliet’ (1595) act 3, sc. 5, l. 198
Romeo’s a dishclout to him.
‘Romeo And Juliet’ (1595) act 3, sc. 5, l. 221
Sirrah, go hire me twenty cunning cooks.
‘Romeo And Juliet’ (1595) act 4, sc. 2, l. 2
Farewell! God knows when we shall meet again.
I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins, That almost freezes up the heat of life.
‘Romeo And Juliet’ (1595) act 4, sc. 3, l. 14
Out, alas! she’s cold;
Her blood is settled, and her joints are stiff; Life and these lips have long been separated: Death lies on her like an untimely frost Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.
‘Romeo And Juliet’ (1595) act 4, sc. 5, l. 25
My bosom’s lord sits lightly on his throne; And all this day an unaccustomed spirit
Lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts.
‘Romeo And Juliet’ (1595) act 5, sc. 1, l. 3
Is it even so? then I defy you, stars.
‘Romeo And Juliet’ (1595) act 5, sc. 1, l. 24
Being holiday, the beggar’s shop is shut.
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Romeo: The world is not thy friend nor the world’s law: The world affords no law to make thee rich;
Then be not poor, but break it, and take this. Apothecary: My poverty, but not my will, consents. Romeo: I pay thy poverty, and not thy will.
‘Romeo And Juliet’ (1595) act 5, sc. 1, l. 72
Tempt not a desperate man.
‘Romeo And Juliet’ (1595) act 5, sc. 3, l. 59
One writ with me in sour misfortune’s book.
‘Romeo And Juliet’ (1595) act 5, sc. 3, l. 82
How oft when men are at the point of death Have they been merry! which their keepers call A lightning before death.
‘Romeo And Juliet’ (1595) act 5, sc. 3, l. 88
Beauty’s ensign yet
Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, And death’s pale flag is not advancéd there.
‘Romeo And Juliet’ (1595) act 5, sc. 3, l. 94
Shall I believe
That unsubstantial Death is amorous, And that the lean abhorréd monster keeps Thee here in dark to be his paramour? For fear of that I still will stay with thee,
And never from this palace of dim night Depart again: here, here will I remain
With worms that are thy chambermaids; O! here Will I set up my everlasting rest,
And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars
From this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last! Arms, take your last embrace! and, lips, O you
The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss A dateless bargain to engrossing death!
‘Romeo And Juliet’ (1595) act 5, sc. 3, l. 102
Seal up the mouth of outrage for a while, Till we can clear these ambiguities.
‘Romeo And Juliet’ (1595) act 5, sc. 3, l. 216
7.66.30 The Taming Of The Shrew
Look in the chronicles; we came in with Richard Conqueror.
‘The Taming Of The Shrew’ (1592) induction, sc. 1, l. [4]
As Stephen Sly, and old John Naps of Greece, And Peter Turf, and Henry Pimpernell,
And twenty more such names and men as these, Which never were nor no man ever saw.
‘The Taming Of The Shrew’ (1592) induction, sc. 2, l. [95]
No profit grows where is no pleasure ta’en; In brief, sir, study what you most affect.
‘The Taming Of The Shrew’ (1592) act 1, sc. 1, l. 39
Nothing comes amiss, so money comes withal.
‘The Taming Of The Shrew’ (1592) act 1, sc. 2, l. [82]
O! this learning, what a thing it is.
‘The Taming Of The Shrew’ (1592) act 1, sc. 2, l. [163]
She is your treasure, she must have a husband; I must dance bare-foot on her wedding day, And, for your love to her, lead apes in hell.
‘The Taming Of The Shrew’ (1592) act 2, sc. 1, l. 32
Say that she rail; why then I’ll tell her plain She sings as sweetly as a nightingale:
Say that she frown; I’ll say she looks as clear As morning roses newly washed with dew: Say she be mute and will not speak a word; Then I’ll commend her volubility,
And say she uttereth piercing eloquence.
‘The Taming Of The Shrew’ (1592) act 2, sc. 1, l. 171
You are called plain Kate,
And bonny Kate, and sometimes Kate the curst; But, Kate, the prettiest Kate in Christendom; Kate of Kate-Hall, my super-dainty Kate,
For dainties are all cates: and therefore, Kate, Take this of me, Kate of my consolation.
‘The Taming Of The Shrew’ (1592) act 2, sc. 1, l. 186
Kiss me Kate, we will be married o’ Sunday.
‘The Taming Of The Shrew’ (1592) act 2, sc. 1, l. 318
She shall watch all night:
And if she chance to nod I’ll rail and brawl, And with the clamour keep her still awake. This is the way to kill a wife with kindness.
‘The Taming Of The Shrew’ (1592) act 4, sc. 1, l. [208]
What say you to a piece of beef and mustard?
‘The Taming Of The Shrew’ (1592) act 4, sc. 3, l. [23]
Petruchio: It shall be what o’clock I say it is. Hortensio: Why, so this gallant will command the sun.
‘The Taming Of The Shrew’ (1592) act 4, sc. 3, l. [197]
O vile,
Intolerable, not to be endur’d!
‘The Taming Of The Shrew’ (1592) act 5, sc. 2, l. 93
Fie, fie! unknit that threatening unkind brow, And dart not scornful glances from those eyes, To wound thy lord, thy king, thy governor.
‘The Taming Of The Shrew’ (1592) act 5, sc. 2, l. 137
A woman moved is like a fountain troubled, Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty.
‘The Taming Of The Shrew’ (1592) act 5, sc. 2, l. 143
Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper, Thy head, thy sovereign; one that cares for thee, And for thy maintenance commits his body
To painful labour both by sea and land.
‘The Taming Of The Shrew’ (1592) act 5, sc. 2, l. 147
Such duty as the subject owes the prince, Even such a woman oweth to her husband.
‘The Taming Of The Shrew’ (1592) act 5, sc. 2, l. 156
I am ashamed that women are so simple
To offer war where they should kneel for peace.
‘The Taming Of The Shrew’ (1592) act 5, sc. 2, l. 162
7.66.31 The Tempest
What cares these roarers for the name of king?
‘The Tempest’ (1611) act 1, sc. 1, l. [18]
He hath no drowning mark upon him; his complexion is perfect gallows.
‘The Tempest’ (1611) act 1, sc. 1, l. [33]
Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground; long heath, brown furze, any thing. The wills above be done! but I would fain die a dry death.
‘The Tempest’ (1611) act 1, sc. 1, l. [70]
O! I have suffer’d
With those that I saw suffer: a brave vessel, Who had, no doubt, some noble creatures in her, Dashed all to pieces. O! the cry did knock Against my very heart. Poor souls, they perished.
‘The Tempest’ (1611) act 1, sc. 2, l. 5
What seest thou else
In the dark backward and abysm of time?
‘The Tempest’ (1611) act 1, sc. 2, l. 49
Your tale, sir, would cure deafness.
‘The Tempest’ (1611) act 1, sc. 2, l. 106
My library
Was dukedom large enough.
‘The Tempest’ (1611) act 1, sc. 2, l. 109
The still-vexed Bermoothes.
‘The Tempest’ (1611) act 1, sc. 2, l. 229
For this, be sure, tonight thou shalt have cramps.
‘The Tempest’ (1611) act 1, sc. 2, l. 325
You taught me language; and my profit on’t Is, I know how to curse: the red plague rid you, For learning me your language!
‘The Tempest’ (1611) act 1, sc. 2, l. 363
Come unto these yellow sands, And then take hands:
Curtsied when you have, and kissed,— The wild waves whist,—
Foot it featly here and there;
And, sweet sprites, the burden bear.
‘The Tempest’ (1611) act 1, sc. 2, l. 375
This music crept by me upon the waters,
Allaying both their fury, and my passion, With its sweet air.
‘The Tempest’ (1611) act 1, sc. 2, l. 389
Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made:
Those are pearls that were his eyes: Nothing of him that doth fade,
But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange.
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell: Ding-dong.
Hark! now I hear them,—ding-dong, bell.
‘The Tempest’ (1611) act 1, sc. 2, l. 394
The fringéd curtains of thine eye advance, And say what thou seest yond.
‘The Tempest’ (1611) act 1, sc. 2, l. 405
At the first sight They have changed eyes.
‘The Tempest’ (1611) act 1, sc. 2, l. 437
He receives comfort like cold porridge.
‘The Tempest’ (1611) act 2, sc. 1, l. 10
Look, he’s winding up the watch of his wit, by and by it will strike.
‘The Tempest’ (1611) act 2, sc. 1, l. [12]
What’s past is prologue.
‘The Tempest’ (1611) act 2, sc. 1, l. [261]
They’ll take suggestion as a cat laps milk.
‘The Tempest’ (1611) act 2, sc. 1, l. [296]
A very ancient and fish-like smell.
‘The Tempest’ (1611) act 2, sc. 2, l. [27]
When they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian.
‘The Tempest’ (1611) act 2, sc. 2, l. [33]
Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows.
‘The Tempest’ (1611) act 2, sc. 2, l. [42]
Well, here’s my comfort. [Drinks.]
The master, the swabber, the boatswain and I, The gunner and his mate,
Loved Mall, Meg, and Marian and Margery, But none of us cared for Kate;
For she had a tongue with a tang,
Would cry to a sailor, ‘Go hang!’
‘The Tempest’ (1611) act 2, sc. 2, l. [48]
’Ban, ’Ban, Ca-Caliban,
Has a new master—Get a new man.
‘The Tempest’ (1611) act 2, sc. 2, l. [197]
Ferdinand: Wherefore weep you?
Miranda: At mine unworthiness, that dare not offer What I desire to give; and much less take
What I shall die to want.
‘The Tempest’ (1611) act 3, sc. 1, l. 76
Miranda: I am your wife, if you will marry me; If not, I’ll die your maid: to be your fellow You may deny me; but I’ll be your servant Whether you will or no.
Ferdinand: My mistress, dearest; And thus I humble ever. Miranda: My husband then?
Ferdinand: Ay, with a heart as willing
As bondage e’er of freedom: here’s my hand. Miranda: And mine, with my heart in’t.
‘The Tempest’ (1611) act 3, sc. 1, l. 83
Thou deboshed fish thou.
‘The Tempest’ (1611) act 3, sc. 2, l. [30]
Flout ’em, and scout ’em; and scout ’em, and flout ’em; Thought is free.
‘The Tempest’ (1611) act 3, sc. 2, l. [133]
He that dies pays all debts.
‘The Tempest’ (1611) act 3, sc. 2, l. [143]
Be not afeard: the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight, and hurt not.
‘The Tempest’ (1611) act 3, sc. 2, l. [147]
In dreaming,
The clouds methought would open and show riches Ready to drop upon me; that, when I waked
I cried to dream again.
‘The Tempest’ (1611) act 3, sc. 2, l. [152]
Thy banks with pionéd and twilléd brims, Which spongy April at thy hest betrims, To make cold nymphs chaste crowns.
‘The Tempest’ (1611) act 4, sc. 1, l. 64
Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits and
Are melted into air, into thin air:
And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on, and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.
‘The Tempest’ (1611) act 4, sc. 1, l. 148
I do begin to have bloody thoughts.
‘The Tempest’ (1611) act 4, sc. 1, l. [221]
We shall lose our time,
And all be turned to barnacles, or to apes With foreheads villanous low.
‘The Tempest’ (1611) act 4, sc. 1, l. [250]
Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and groves; And ye, that on the sands with printless foot
Do chase the ebbing Neptune and do fly him When he comes back; you demi-puppets, that By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make Whereof the ewe not bites.
‘The Tempest’ (1611) act 5, sc. 1, l. 33
This rough magic I here abjure...
I’ll break my staff,
Bury it certain fathoms in the earth,
And, deeper than did ever plummet sound, I’ll drown my book.
‘The Tempest’ (1611) act 5, sc. 1, l. 50
Where the bee sucks, there suck I In a cowslip’s bell I lie;
There I couch when owls do cry. On the bat’s back I do fly
After summer merrily:
Merrily, merrily shall I live now
Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
‘The Tempest’ (1611) act 5, sc. 1, l. 88
How many goodly creatures are there here! How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world, That has such people in’t.
‘The Tempest’ (1611) act 5, sc. 1, l. 182
7.66.32 Timon Of Athens
’Tis not enough to help the feeble up, But to support him after.
‘Timon Of Athens’ act 1, sc. 1, l. 108
He that loves to be flattered is worthy o’ the flatterer.
‘Timon Of Athens’ act 1, sc. 1, l. [233]
The strain of man’s bred out Into baboon and monkey.
‘Timon Of Athens’ act 1, sc. 1, l. [260]
I wonder men dare trust themselves with men.
‘Timon Of Athens’ act 1, sc. 2, l. [45]
Immortal gods, I crave no pelf; I pray for no man but myself.
‘Timon Of Athens’ act 1, sc. 2, l. [64]
Like madness is the glory of this life.
‘Timon Of Athens’ act 1, sc. 2, l. [141]
Men shut their doors against a setting sun.
‘Timon Of Athens’ act 1, sc. 2, l. [152]
Nothing emboldens sin so much as mercy.
‘Timon Of Athens’ act 3, sc. 5, l. 3
You fools of fortune, trencher-friends, time’s flies.
‘Timon Of Athens’ act 3, sc. 6, l. [107]
We have seen better days.
‘Timon Of Athens’ act 4, sc. 2, l. 27
O! the fierce wretchedness that glory brings us.
‘Timon Of Athens’ act 4, sc. 2, l. 30
The middle of humanity thou never knewest, but the extremity of both ends.
‘Timon Of Athens’ act 4, sc. 2, l. [300]
He has almost charmed me from my profession, by persuading me to it.
‘Timon Of Athens’ act 4, sc. 3, l. [457]
My long sickness
Of health and living now begins to mend, And nothing brings me all things.
‘Timon Of Athens’ act 5, sc. 1, l. [191]
Tell them, that, to ease them of their griefs,
Their fears of hostile strokes, their aches, losses, Their pangs of love, with other incident throes That nature’s fragile vessel doth sustain
In life’s uncertain voyage, I will some kindness do them.
‘Timon Of Athens’ act 5, sc. 1, l. [203]
Timon hath made his everlasting mansion Upon the beachéd verge of the salt flood; Who once a day with his embosséd froth The turbulent surge shall cover.
‘Timon Of Athens’ act 5, sc. 1, l. [220]
7.66.33 Titus Andronicus
She is a woman, therefore may be wooed; She is a woman, therefore may be won; She is Lavinia, therefore must be loved. What, man! more water glideth by the mill Than wots the miller of; and easy it is
Of a cut loaf to steal a shive, we know.
‘Titus Andronicus’ (1590) act 2, sc. 1, l. 82.
Come, and take choice of all my library, And so beguile thy sorrow.
‘Titus Andronicus’ (1590) act 4, sc. 1, l. 34
Tamora: Why hast thou slain thine only daughter thus? Titus: Not I, ’twas Chiron and Demetrius:
They ravished her and cut away her tongue, And they, ’twas they, that did her all this wrong. Saturninus: Go fetch them hither to us presently.
Titus: Why, there they are, both bakéd in this pie Whereof their mother daintily hath fed,
Eating the flesh that she herself hath bred.
‘Titus Andronicus’ (1590) act 5, sc. 3, l. 54]
If one good deed in all my life I did, I do repent it from my very soul.
‘Titus Andronicus’ (1590) act 5, sc. 3, l. [189]
7.66.34 Troilus And Cressida
I have had my labour for my travail.
‘Troilus And Cressida’ (1602) act 1, sc. 1, l. [73]
Women are angels, wooing:
Things won are done; joy’s soul lies in the doing;
