Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well. It were done quickly. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
We fail! But screw your courage to the sticking-place, And we'll not fail. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
O horror! Horror! Horror! Tongue nor heart Cannot conceive nor name thee! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Be lion-mettled, proud, and take no care Who chafes, who frets, or where conspirers are! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
But now I am cabined, cribbed, confined, bound in To saucy doubts and fears. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Or art thou but / A dagger of the mind, a false creation, / Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain? — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Eye of newt, and toe of frog, Wool of bat, and tongue of dog, Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg, and… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
That but this blow Might be the be-all and the end-all here, But here, upon this bank and shoal of time, We'ld… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased, Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, Raze out the written troubles of the… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
'Macbeth' was the first play I ever read. In fact, I remember my brother Tom, who is six years older than me,… — Alan Cumming Copy Share Image
Stars hide your fires; let not light see my black and deep desires: The eyes wink at the hand; yet let that… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
After life's fitful fever he sleeps well. Treason has done his worst. Nor steel nor poison, malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing can… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
. . . nothing in his life Became him like the leaving it; he died As one that had been studied in… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Come, seeling night, Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day, And with thy bloody and invisible hand Cancel and tear to… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand! Oh, oh, oh! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Out, damned spot! out, I say! One: two: why, then 'tis time to do't. Hell is murky! — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Be bloody, bold, and resolute; laugh to scorn the power of man. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
But yet I'll make assurance double sure, and take a bond of fate: thou shalt not live. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,Creeps in this petty pace from day to day — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Yet do I fear thy nature; It is too full o' the milk of human kindness. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
The very firstlings of my heart shall be The firstlings of my hand. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return to plague the inventor. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury; signifying nothing. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
