Act 2, Scene 1

BRUTUS: It must be by his death; and for my part,
I know no personal reason to reject him,
But for the good of Rome. He would be crowned;
How that might change his nature, there's the question!
It is the bright day that brings forth the adder,
Then one must walk with care. For, if we crown him,
Then I concede we put a sting in him,
That at his will he may do danger with.
So therefore think him as a serpent's egg,
That would grow dangerous when once he's hatched,
And kill him in his shell.

Act 2, Scene 2

JULIET: O Romeo, Romeo, why are you Romeo?
Deny your father and give up your name,
Or if you will not, just call me your love,
And I'll no longer be a Capulet.
ROMEO:(to himself) Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?
JULIET: It's just your name that is my enemy,
And you'd still be yourself with any other.
What's Montague? It isn't hand or foot,
Or arm or face, or any other part
Belonging to a man. O be some other name!
What's in a name? That which we call a rose,
By any other name would smell as sweet -
And Romeo, too, if he weren't called that name,
Would be as dear and perfect as he is.
Give up your name, which isn't part of you,
And in its place take me, take all myself.

Act 4, Scene 1

THESEUS: My hounds have something of the Spartan breed,
Their jaws, their sandy colour, and their heads
Are hung with ears that sweep away the morning dew;
Their knees are bent, throats hung with flesh like bulls;
They're slow, but when they bay it's like church bells,
Ringing in harmony with one another -
No hunter's call has ever started up
A cry more musical - judge when you hear them.
But hush! Who are these nymphs?

Act 1, Scene 2

MIRANDA: If by your magic, dearest father, you have
Put the wild waters in this uproar, make
Them still. The black sky seems about to pour
Down burning pitch, but can't because the sea,
Rising high as heaven, dashes the fire out.
O I have suffered with those I saw suffer:
A noble ship with noble creatures in her,
Dashed all to pieces! O their cry did knock
Against my very heart! Poor souls, they perished.
If I had been a god with any power,
I would have sunk the sea within the earth,
Rather than let it swallow that good ship
And all the souls aboard her.

Act 3, Scene 2

PORTIA: Please won't you stay a while - a day or two -
Before you try your luck; for if your choice
Is wrong, I'll lose your company, so wait a while.
There's something tells me - but it is not love -
I must not lose you, and you know yourself
Hate does not give advice of such a kind.
I'd like to keep you here a month or two
Before you venture for me. I could teach you
How to choose right, but that would mean
Breaking my oath, which I will never do,
Though you may lose me. But if you do, you'll make
Me wish I'd done just that. Confound your eyes!
They have bewitched me, and divided me.
One half of me is yours, the other half ... yours
(Mine, I would have said; but, if mine, yours -
And so all yours). Oh how these cruel times
Put bars between young lovers and their rights!

Act 1, Scene 3

DESDEMONA: The violence of my marriage and my scorn
Of a more fortunate match, may trumpet to
The world the proof of my love for Othello
And wish to live with him; my heart's committed
To give the utmost pleasure to my lord.
I saw his true self in his noble mind,
And consecrated my soul and my fortune
To his high honours and his brave achievements.
In view of this, dear lords, if I am left behind,
A moth of peace, and he goes to the war,
I'll be denied the rights for which I love him,
And I'll endure a wretched period
Through his dear absence. Let me go with him.
OTHELLO: Give your agreement, lords, please let her wish
Have a free way. I do not beg for this
To satisfy my natural desires,
But to be kind and caring of her wishes,
And Heaven forbid that your good souls should think
I will neglect your great and serious business
Because she's with me.