The most senseless and fit man. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 3.

The most senseless and fit man. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act iii. Sc. 3.

A parlous boy. -King Richard III. Act ii. Sc. 4.

A parlous boy. -King Richard III. Act ii. Sc. 4.

In law, what plea so tainted and corrupt But being season'd with a gracious voice Obscures the show of evil? read more

In law, what plea so tainted and corrupt But being season'd with a gracious voice Obscures the show of evil? -The Merchant of Venice. Act iii. Sc. 2.

And so from hour to hour we ripe and ripe, And then from hour to hour we rot and rot; read more

And so from hour to hour we ripe and ripe, And then from hour to hour we rot and rot; And thereby hangs a tale. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.

I have no other but a woman's reason: I think him so, because I think him so. -The Two Gentleman read more

I have no other but a woman's reason: I think him so, because I think him so. -The Two Gentleman of Verona. Act i. Sc. 2.

I thank you for your voices: thank you: Your most sweet voices. -Coriolanus. Act ii. Sc. 3.

I thank you for your voices: thank you: Your most sweet voices. -Coriolanus. Act ii. Sc. 3.

Lord, Lord! methought, what pain it was to drown! What dreadful noise of waters in mine ears! What ugly sights read more

Lord, Lord! methought, what pain it was to drown! What dreadful noise of waters in mine ears! What ugly sights of death within mine eyes! Methought I saw a thousand fearful wrecks, Ten thousand men that fishes gnawed upon, Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl, Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels, All scattered in the bottom of the sea: Some lay in dead men's skulls; and in those holes Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept, As 't were in scorn of eyes, reflecting gems. -King Richard III. Act i. Sc. 4.

We few, we happy few, we band of brothers. -King Henry V. Act iv. Sc. 3.

We few, we happy few, we band of brothers. -King Henry V. Act iv. Sc. 3.

That 's a perilous shot out of an elder-gun. -King Henry V. Act iv. Sc. 1.

That 's a perilous shot out of an elder-gun. -King Henry V. Act iv. Sc. 1.