An I thought he had been valiant and so cunning in fence, I 'ld have seen him damned ere I' read more

An I thought he had been valiant and so cunning in fence, I 'ld have seen him damned ere I' ld have challenged him. -Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4.

I would 't were bedtime, Hal, and all well. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act v. Sc. 1.

I would 't were bedtime, Hal, and all well. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act v. Sc. 1.

Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, read more

Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air: And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on; and our little life Is rounded with a sleep. -The Tempest. Act iv. Sc. 1.

He gave his honours to the world again, His blessed part to heaven, and slept in peace. -King Henry VIII. read more

He gave his honours to the world again, His blessed part to heaven, and slept in peace. -King Henry VIII. Act iv. Sc. 2.

What! wouldst thou have a serpent sting thee twice? -The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1.

What! wouldst thou have a serpent sting thee twice? -The Merchant of Venice. Act iv. Sc. 1.

Come not within the measure of my wrath. -The Two Gentleman of Verona. Act v. Sc. 4.

Come not within the measure of my wrath. -The Two Gentleman of Verona. Act v. Sc. 4.

Press not a falling man too far! -King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2.

Press not a falling man too far! -King Henry VIII. Act iii. Sc. 2.

Put thyself into the trick of singularity. -Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4.

Put thyself into the trick of singularity. -Twelfth Night. Act iii. Sc. 4.

Let still the woman take An elder than herself: so wears she to him, So sways she level in her read more

Let still the woman take An elder than herself: so wears she to him, So sways she level in her husband's heart: For, boy, however we do praise ourselves, Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm, More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn, Than women's are. -Twelfth Night. Act ii. Sc. 4.