William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me! -King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 3.
O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me! -King Richard III. Act v. Sc. 3.
An honest tale speeds best, being plainly told. -King Richard III. Act iv. Sc. 4.
An honest tale speeds best, being plainly told. -King Richard III. Act iv. Sc. 4.
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.
I know a trick worth two of that. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 1.
I know a trick worth two of that. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 1.
Halloo your name to the reverberate hills, And make the babbling gossip of the air Cry out. -Twelfth Night. Act read more
Halloo your name to the reverberate hills, And make the babbling gossip of the air Cry out. -Twelfth Night. Act i. Sc. 5.
Praising what is lost Makes the remembrance dear. -All 's Well that Ends Well. Act v. Sc. 3.
Praising what is lost Makes the remembrance dear. -All 's Well that Ends Well. Act v. Sc. 3.
For ever and a day. -As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1.
For ever and a day. -As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1.
I will scarce think you have swam in a gondola. -As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1.
I will scarce think you have swam in a gondola. -As You Like It. Act iv. Sc. 1.
This was the most unkindest cut of all;
For when the noble Caesar saw him stab,
Ingratitude, read more
This was the most unkindest cut of all;
For when the noble Caesar saw him stab,
Ingratitude, more strong than traitor's arms,
Quite vanquished him. Then burst his mighty heart;
And in his mantle muffling up his face,
Even at the base of Pompey's statue
(Which all the while ran blood) great Caesar fell.
Thy gown? Why, ay--come, tailor, let us see't.
O mercy, God, what masquing stuff is there?
What's read more
Thy gown? Why, ay--come, tailor, let us see't.
O mercy, God, what masquing stuff is there?
What's this, a sleeve? 'Tis like a demi-cannon.
What, up and down carved like an apple tart?
Here's snip and nip and cut and slish and slash,
Like to a censer in a barber's shop.
Why, what's a devil's name, tailor, call'st thou this?
