Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more;
Or close the wall up with our English dead.
Category: William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare (/ˈʃeɪkspɪər/; 26 April 1564 (baptised) – 23 April 1616) was an English poet, playwright, and actor, widely regarded as the greatest writer in the English language and the world's pre-eminent dramatist.
Prospero:
like one
Who having into truth, by telling of it,
Made such a sinner of his memory,
To credit his own lie
There’s no art
To find the mind’s construction in the face
My age is as a lusty winter, frosty, but kindly.
Beatrice: The count is neither sad, nor sick, nor merry, nor well; but civil count, civil as an orange, and something of that jealous complexion.
CLAUDIO: In mine eye she is the sweetest lady that ever I looked on.
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Et tu, Brute? Then fall, Caesar!
Et tu, Brute? Then fall, Caesar!
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Men should be what they seem,
Men should be what they seem,
Or those that be not,
Would they might seem none!
Thus hath the candle singed the moth.
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my library was dukedom large enough
Prospero:
my library
Was dukedom large enough
Nor shall death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st;
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
Thou hast nor youth nor age, but, as it were, an after-diner’s sleep, dreaming on both.
Don Pedro: Your silence most offends me, and to be merry best becomes you; for, out of question, you were born in a merry hour.
Beatrice: No, sure, my lord, my mother cried; but then there was a star danced, and under that was I born.
BENEDICK: Is’t come to this? In faith, hath not the world one man but he will wear his cap with suspicion? Shall I never see a bachelor of three-score again?
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Frailty, thy name is woman!
Frailty, thy name is woman!
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By the pricking of my thumbs,
By the pricking of my thumbs,
Something wicked this way comes.
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And I beseech you,
And I beseech you,
Wrest once the law to your authority,
To do a great right, do a little wrong,
And curb this cruel devil of his will.
Beatrice: You always end with a jade’s trick. I know you of old.
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Ariel:
Ariel:
I will be correspondent to command,
And do my spiriting gently.
Lord, what fools these mortals be!
She should have died hereafter- there would have been time for such a thing.
Leonato: O Lord, my lord, if they were but a week married, they would talk themselves mad.
BEATRICE: No, not till a hot January.
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that is the question
To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them?
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Off with his head!
Off with his head!