William Shakespeare Play Quotations

Double, double, toil and trouble; Fire burn, and cauldron bubble!

I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano; A stage where every man must play a part, And mine is a sad one.

O no, thy love though much, is not so great, It is my love that keeps mine eye awake, Mine own true love that doth my rest defeat, To play the watchman ever for thy sake. For thee watch I, whilst thou dost wake elsewhere, From me far off, with others all too near.

Shall we upon the footing of our land Send fair-play orders, and make compromise, Insinuation, parley, and base truce, To arms invasive?

The southern wind Doth play the trumpet to his purposes; And, by his hollow whistling in the leaves, Foretells a tempest and a blustering day.

Bad is the trade that must play fool to sorrow, Ang'ring itself and others.

Let those that play your clowns speak no more than is set down for them.

Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.

And thus I clothe my naked villainy With odd old ends stol'n out of holy writ; And seem a saint, when most I play the devil.

How every fool can play upon the word!

Yet do I fear thy nature; It is too full o' the milk of human kindness.

The play's the thing.

Shakespeare scholars just sigh and consign the book to the great pantheon of revelations .. I am accustomed to fanatics who get a funny look in the eye when they come to speak to me how about the Earl of Oxford or Marlowe really wrote the plays. She spoke rationally, and it's an intelligently readable book, but it floats way above the facts, as I told her.

Thus we play the fool with the time and the spirits of the wise sit in the clouds and mock us.

Away, you trifler! Love! I love thee not, I care not for thee, Kate: this is no world To play with mammets and to tilt with lips: We must have bloody noses and cracked crowns.

It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury; signifying nothing.

Out, damned spot! out, I say!

There's an old saying that applies to me: you can't lose a game if you don't play the game. (Act 1, scene 4)

Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow.

QUINCE Francis Flute, the bellows-mender. FLUTE Here, Peter Quince. QUINCE Flute, you must take Thisby on you. FLUTE What is Thisby? a wandering knight? QUINCE It is the lady that Pyramus must love. FLUTE Nay, faith, let me not play a woman; I have a beard coming.

Rumour is a pipe Blown by surmises, jealousies, conjectures And of so easy and so plain a stop That the blunt monster with uncounted heads, The still-discordant wavering multitude, Can play upon it.

When lenity and cruelty play for a kingdom, the gentler gamester is the soonest winner

And what’s he then that says I play the villain?

I'll drown more sailors than the mermaid shall; I'll slay more gazers than the basalisks; I'll play the orator as well as Nestor, Decieve more slily that Ulysses could, And like a Sinon, take another Troy. I can add colors to the chameleon, Change shapes with Proteus for advantages And set the murderous Machiavel to school. Can I do this, and cannot get a crown? Tut! were it further off, I'll pluck it down.

He reads much; He is a great observer and he looks Quite through the deeds of men: he loves no plays, As thou dost, Antony; he hears no music; Seldom he smiles, and smiles in such a sort As if he mock'd himself and scorn'd his spirit That could be moved to smile at any thing. Such men as he be never at heart's ease Whiles they behold a greater than themselves, And therefore are they very dangerous.

Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?

Let the doors be shut upon him, that he may play the fool no where but in's own house.

Where shall we three meet again in thunder, lightning, or in rain? When the hurlyburly 's done, when the battle 's lost and won

If it be true that good wine needs no bush, 'tis true that a good play needs no epilogue.

Play out the play ...

'Tis not to make me jealous To say my wife is fair, feeds well, loves company, Is free of speech, sings, plays, and dances well; Where virtue is, these are more virtuous.

Delivers in such apt and gracious words that aged ears play truant at his tales; And younger hearings are quite ravished; So sweet and voluble is his discourse.

Never Play With The Feelings Of Others, Because You May Win The Game But The Risk Is That You Will Surely Lose The Person For Life Time

Thou seest we are not all alone unhappy: This wide and universal theatre Presents more woeful pageants than the scene Wherein we play in.

Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand?

The Play's the Thing, wherein I'll catch the conscience of the King.