Base is the slave that pays. -King Henry V. Act ii. Sc. 1.

Base is the slave that pays. -King Henry V. Act ii. Sc. 1.

To leave this keen encounter of our wits. -King Richard III. Act i. Sc. 2.

To leave this keen encounter of our wits. -King Richard III. Act i. Sc. 2.

Here are a few of the unpleasant'st words That ever blotted paper! -The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 2.

Here are a few of the unpleasant'st words That ever blotted paper! -The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 2.

Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on,—how then? Can honour set read more

Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on,—how then? Can honour set to a leg? no: or an arm? no: or take away the grief of a wound? no. Honour hath no skill in surgery, then? no. What is honour? a word. What is in that word honour; what is that honour? air. A trim reckoning! Who hath it? he that died o' Wednesday. Doth he feel it? no. Doth he hear it? no. 'T is insensible, then? yea, to the dead. But will it not live with the living? no. Why? detraction will not suffer it. Therefore I 'll none of it. Honour is a mere scutcheon. And so ends my catechism. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act v. Sc. 1.

The gentleman is not in your books. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act i. Sc. 1.

The gentleman is not in your books. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act i. Sc. 1.

Nature teaches beasts to know their friends. -Coriolanus. Act ii. Sc. 1.

Nature teaches beasts to know their friends. -Coriolanus. Act ii. Sc. 1.

I would give all my fame for a pot of ale and safety. -King Henry V. Act iii. Sc. 2.

I would give all my fame for a pot of ale and safety. -King Henry V. Act iii. Sc. 2.

The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose. -The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3.

The devil can cite Scripture for his purpose. -The Merchant of Venice. Act i. Sc. 3.

At Christmas I no more desire a rose Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled mirth; But like of each read more

At Christmas I no more desire a rose Than wish a snow in May's new-fangled mirth; But like of each thing that in season grows. -Love's Labour 's Lost. Act i. Sc. 1.