O, my lord, You said that idle weeds are fast in growth: The prince my brother hath outgrown me far. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Lord, I could not endure a husband with a beard on his face! I had rather lie in the woolen. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Hamlet: Is this a prologue, or the posy of a ring? Ophelia: 'Tis brief, my lord. Hamlet: As woman's love. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O my good lord, that comfort comes too late, 'Tis like a pardon after execution. That gentle physic, given in time, had… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Tush! Fear not, my lord, we will not stand to prate; Talkers are no good doers: be assured We come to use… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Lady, shall I lie in your lap? Ophelia: No, my lord. Hamlet: DId you think I meant country matters? Ophelia: I think… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
And to be merry best becomes you; for, out of question, you were born in a merry hour. BEATRICE No, sure, my… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Thou whoreson zed! Thou unnecessary letter! My lord, if you will give me leave, I will tread this unbolted villain into mortar,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
ROSENCRANTZ My lord, you must tell us where the body is, and go with us to the king. HAMLET The body is… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
'Tis dangerous to take a cold, to sleep, to drink; but I tell you, my lord fool, out of this nettle, danger,… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If I may trust the flattering truth of sleep, My dreams presage some joyful news at hand. My bosom's lord sits lightly… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
DON PEDRO Come, lady, come; you have lost the heart of Signior Benedick. BEATRICE Indeed, my lord, he lent it me awhile;… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Abate the edge of traitors, gracious Lord, That would reduce these bloody days again And make poor England weep in streams of… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Titus Andronicus, my lord the Emperor Sends thee this word, that, if thou love thy sons, Let Marcus, Lucius, or thyself, old… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Lords, I protest my soul is full of woe That blood should sprinkle me to make me grow. Come, mourn with me… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
King Henry: But what a point, my lord, your falcon made, And what a pitch she flew above the rest! To see… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Lord Polonius: What do you read, my lord? Hamlet: Words, words, words. Lord Polonius: What is the matter, my lord? Hamlet: Between… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Good Lord, for alliance! Thus goes every one to the world but I, and I am sunburnt; I may sit in a… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Experience teacheth us That resolution 's a sole help at need: And this, my lord, our honour teacheth us, That we be… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
But say, my lord, it were not regist'red, Methinks the truth should live from age to age, As 'twere retailed to all… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Time hath not yet so dried this blood of mine, Nor age so eat up my invention, Nor fortune made such havoc of my… — William Shakespeare Copy Share
“Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs; Being purg'd, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; Being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with… — William Shakespeare Copy Share
I, measuring his affections by my own, Which then most sought where most might not be found, Being one too many by my weary… — William Shakespeare Copy Share
Ask God for temp'rance. That's th' appliance only Which your disease requires. — William Shakespeare Copy Share
“Thou hast no figures nor no fantasies Which busy care draws in the brains of men; Therefore thou sleep’st so sound. Julius Caesar (2.1.248-251)” — William Shakespeare Copy Share
Have you not heard it said full oft, A woman's nay doth stand for naught? — William Shakespeare Copy Share
“Yes, madam: yet I cannot choose but laugh, To think it should leave crying and say 'Ay.' And yet, I warrant, it had upon… — William Shakespeare Copy Share
I take thee at thy word: Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized; Henceforth I never will be Romeo. — William Shakespeare Copy Share
