William Shakespeare Quotes - Page 84 | Just Great DataBase

OH ROMEO. THOU ART ROMEO. WILL YOU MARRY ME. THOU ART ROMEO.

If you find him sad, say I am dancing. If in mirth, report that I am sudden sick.

Well, every one can master a grief, but he that has it.

Antony:O, whither hast thou led me, Egypt? SeeHow I convey my shame out of thine eyesBy looking back what I have left behind'Stroyed in dishonour.Cleopatra:O my lord, my lord,Forgive my fearful sails! I little thoughtYou would have followed.Antony:Egypt, thou knew'st too wellMy heart was to thy rudder tied by th' strings,And thou shouldst tow me after. O'er my spiritThy full supremacy thou knew'st, and thatThy beck might from the bidding of the godsCommand me.Cleopatra:O, my pardon!Antony:Now I mustTo the young man send humble treaties, dodgeAnd palter in the shifts of lowness, whoWith half the bulk o' th' world played as I pleased,Making and marring fortunes. You did knowHow much you were my conqueror, and thatMy sword, made weak by my affection, wouldObey it on all cause.Cleopatra: Pardon, pardon!Antony:Fall not a tear, I say; one of them ratesAll that is won and lost. Give me a kiss.Even this repays me.We sent our schoolmaster; is 'a come back?Love, I am full of lead. Some wineWithin there, and our viands! Fortune knowsWe scorn her most when she offers blows.

Beatrice: I wonder that you will still be talking, Signior Benedick: nobody marks you.Benedick: What, my dear Lady Disdain! are you yet living?

Cleopatra: Whoever is born on a day I forget to send a message to Antony will die a beggar. Bring ink and paper, Charmian. Welcome, my good Alexas. Charmian, did I ever love Caesar as much as this?Charmian:Oh, that splendid Caesar!Cleopatra:May you choke on any other sentiments like that! Say, That splendid Antony.Charmian:The courageous Caesar!Cleopatra:By Isis, I’ll give you bloody teeth if you ever compare Caesar with Antony, my best man among men.

Prince, thou artsad. Get thee a wife, get thee a wife. There is no staff morereverend than one tipped with horn.

Now he'll outstare the lighting. To be furiousIs to be frightened out of fear, and in that moodThe dove will peck the estridge; and I see stillA diminution in our captain's brainRestores his heart. When valor preys on reason,It eats the sword it fights with.

I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow 129 than a man swear he loves me.

BEATRICE: I love you with so much of my heart that none is left to protest.

JULIET: ’Tis but thy name that is my enemy;Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.What’s Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot,Nor arm, nor face, nor any other partBelonging to a man. O, be some other name!What’s in a name? that which we call a roseBy any other name would smell as sweet;So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call’d,Retain that dear perfection which he owesWithout that title. Romeo, doff thy name,And for that name which is no part of theeTake all myself.ROMEO: I take thee at thy word:Call me but love, and I’ll be new baptized;Henceforth I never will be Romeo.JULIET: What man art thou that thus bescreen’din nightSo stumblest on my counsel?ROMEO: By a nameI know not how to tell thee who I am:My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself,Because it is an enemy to thee;Had I it written, I would tear the word.JULIET: My ears have not yet drunk a hundred wordsOf that tongue’s utterance, yet I know the sound:

He wears his faith but as the fashion of his hat; it ever changes with the next block.

Pero, alto. ¿Qué luz alumbra esa ventana?Es el oriente, y Julieta, el sol.Sal, bello sol, y mata a la luna envidiosa,que está enferma y pálida de penaporque tú, que la sirves, eres más hermoso.

LEONATO O, she tore the letter into a thousand half-pence; railed at herself, that she should be so immodest to write to one that she knew would flout her. 'I measure him,' says she, 'by my own spirit; for I should flout him, if he writ to me; yea, though I love him, I should.

O be some other name.

ROMEO: I have night’s cloak to hide me from their sight;And but thou love me, let them find me here:My life were better ended by their hate,Than death prorogued, wanting of thy love.

من أراد الحياة فعليه أن يحل عنقه من كل عقدة .

JULIETA¡Ah, no jures por la luna, esa inconstanteque cada mes cambia en su esfera,no sea que tu amor resulte tan variable.

William

Dolor moderado indica amor; dolor en exceso, pura necedad.