 | 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. |
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LADY MACBETH: Glamis, you are, and Cawdor, and shall
be
What you are promised. And yet I fear your nature,
It is too full
of the milk of human kindness,
To take the quickest way. You want to be
great,
Are not without ambition, but without
The evil that should go
with it. You want to have
What's high, by acting holily. You don't
want
To play foul, yet you want to win what's wrong.
You'd have,
great Glamis, that which cries,
"This is what you must do, if you want
to have it!" |
 | 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. |
 | 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? |
 | 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. |
 | 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! |
 | 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. |