William Shakespeare Quotes - Page 68 | Just Great DataBase

I come, Graymalkin!

Shake off this downy sleep, death’s counterfeit,And look on death itself!

This tune goes manly.Come, go we to the King. Our power is ready;Our lack is nothing but our leave. MacbethIs ripe for shaking, and the powers abovePut on their instruments. Receive what cheer you may.The night is long that never finds the day.They exit.

فرومیر، آی، ای شمعک، فرومیر، آی، که نباشد زندگانی هیچ الّا سایه‌ای لغزان و بازی‌های بازی‌پیشه‌ای نادان که بازد چندگاهی پرخروش و جوش نقشی اندرین میدان و آنگه هیچ! زندگی افسانه‌ای‌ست کز لبِ شوریده‌مغزی گفته آید سربه‌سر خشم و خروش و غرّش و غوغا، لیک بی‌معنا!( مکبث - ویلیام شکسپیر - ترجمه‌ی داریوش آشوری - صفحه‌ی 112 )

Thus, Macbeth’s nihilism, which will come to bitter and futile fruition in the final act with his dismissal of life as a tale / Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, / Signifying nothing, is seen to have its roots in the play’s opening act with his turning away from fides et ratio toward infidelity and irrationality.

PORTERThis is a lot of knocking! Come to think of it, if a man were in charge of opening the gates of hell to let people in, he would have to turn the key a lot.

The sauce to meat is ceremony; Meeting were bare without it.

The time approachesThat will with due decision make us knowWhat we shall say we have and what we owe.Thoughts speculative their unsure hopes relate,But certain issue strokes must arbitrate;Towards which, advance the war.They exit marching.

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,To the last syllable of recorded time;And all our yesterdays have lighted foolsThe way to dusty death.- Macbeth Act V, Scene V

great while ago the world began,      With hey-ho, the wind and the rain;   But that’s all one, our play is done,      And we’ll strive to please you every day.     Exit

Still so cruel?""Still so constant, lord.

For youth is bought more oft than begged or borrowed.

I can say little more than I have studied, and that question's out of my part.

Does not our lives consist of the four elements?""Faith, so they say; but I think it rather consists of eating and drinking.

Too well what love women to men may owe. In faith, they are as true of heart as we. My father had a daughter loved a man – As it might be perhaps, were I a woman, I should your lordship.

I pity you.

pleasure will be paid one time or another.

O, that this too too solid flesh would melt, Thaw and resolve itself into a dew!

She has vowed never to love: and that vow means I must endure a living death.

Poor and content is rich, and rich enough.