"'T were to consider too curiously, to consider so."

Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1.

"Imperious Cæsar, dead and turn'd to clay, Might stop a hole to keep the wind away."

Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1.

"Lay her i' the earth: And from her fair and unpolluted flesh May violets spring!"

Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1.

"A ministering angel shall my sister be."

Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1.

"Sweets to the sweet: farewell!"

Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1.

"I thought thy bride-bed to have deck'd, sweet maid, And not have strew'd thy grave."

Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1.

"Though I am not splenitive and rash, Yet have I something in me dangerous."

Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1.

"Forty thousand brothers Could not, with all their quantity of love, Make up my sum."

Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1.

"Nay, an thou 'lt mouth, I 'll rant as well as thou."

Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1.

"Let Hercules himself do what he may, The cat will mew and dog will have his day."

Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 1.

"There 's a divinity that shapes our ends, Rough-hew them how we will."

Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 2.

"I once did hold it, as our statists do, A baseness to write fair."

Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 2.

"It did me yeoman's service."

Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 2.

"The bravery of his grief did put me Into a towering passion."

Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 2.

"What imports the nomination of this gentleman?"

Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 2.

"The phrase would be more german to the matter, if we could carry cannon by our sides."

Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 2.

"'T is the breathing time of day with me."

Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 2.

"There 's a special providence in the fall of a sparrow. If it be now, 't is not to come; if it be not to come, it will be now; if it be not now, yet it will come: the readiness is all. Since no man has aught of what he leaves, what is 't to leave betimes?"

Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 2.

"I have shot mine arrow o'er the house, And hurt my brother."

Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 2.

"Now the king drinks to Hamlet."

Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 2.

"A hit, a very palpable hit."

Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 2.

"This fell sergeant, death, Is strict in his arrest."

Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 2.

"Report me and my cause aright."

Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 2.

"I am more an antique Roman than a Dane."

Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 2.

"Absent thee from felicity awhile."

Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 2.

"The rest is silence."

Hamlet. Act v. Sc. 2.

"Although the last, not least."

King Lear. Act i. Sc. 1.

"Nothing will come of nothing."

King Lear. Act i. Sc. 1.

"Mend your speech a little, Lest it may mar your fortunes."

King Lear. Act i. Sc. 1.

"I want that glib and oily art, To speak and purpose not."

King Lear. Act i. Sc. 1.

"A still-soliciting eye, and such a tongue As I am glad I have not."

King Lear. Act i. Sc. 1.

"Time shall unfold what plaited cunning hides."

King Lear. Act i. Sc. 1.

"As if we were villains by necessity; fools by heavenly compulsion."

King Lear. Act i. Sc. 2.

"That which ordinary men are fit for, I am qualified in; and the best of me is diligence."

King Lear. Act i. Sc. 4.

"Ingratitude, thou marble-hearted fiend!"

King Lear. Act i. Sc. 4.

"How sharper than a serpent's tooth it is To have a thankless child!"

King Lear. Act i. Sc. 4.

"Striving to better, oft we mar what 's well."

King Lear. Act i. Sc. 4.

"Hysterica passio, down, thou climbing sorrow, Thy element 's below."

King Lear. Act ii. Sc. 4.

"Nature in you stands on the very verge Of her confine."

King Lear. Act ii. Sc. 4.

"Necessity's sharp pinch!"

King Lear. Act ii. Sc. 4.

"Let not women's weapons, water-drops, Stain my man's cheeks!"

King Lear. Act ii. Sc. 4.

"Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow!"

King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 2.

"I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness."

King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 2.

"A poor, infirm, weak, and despised old man."

King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 2.

"There was never yet fair woman but she made mouths in a glass."

King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 2.

"Tremble, thou wretch, That hast within thee undivulged crimes, Unwhipp'd of justice."

King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 2.

"I am a man More sinn'd against than sinning."

King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 2.

"Oh, that way madness lies; let me shun that."

King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 4.

"Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your looped and windowed raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these?"

King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 4.

"Take physic, pomp; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel."

King Lear. Act iii. Sc. 4.