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No more of that, Hal, an thou lovest me! -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4.
No more of that, Hal, an thou lovest me! -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4.
There live not three good men unhanged in England; and one of them is fat and grows old. -King Henry read more
There live not three good men unhanged in England; and one of them is fat and grows old. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 4.
I would the gods had made thee poetical. -As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.
I would the gods had made thee poetical. -As You Like It. Act iii. Sc. 2.
I am slow of study. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 2.
I am slow of study. -A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act i. Sc. 2.
She is mine own, And I as rich in having such a jewel As twenty seas, if all their sand read more
She is mine own, And I as rich in having such a jewel As twenty seas, if all their sand were pearl, The water nectar, and the rocks pure gold. -The Two Gentleman of Verona. Act ii. Sc. 4.
All the world 's a stage, And all the men and women merely players. They have their exits and their read more
All the world 's a stage, And all the men and women merely players. They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms. And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woful ballad Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard; Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lined, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side; His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything. -As You Like It. Act ii. Sc. 7.
Charm ache with air, and agony with words. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act v. Sc. 1.
Charm ache with air, and agony with words. -Much Ado about Nothing. Act v. Sc. 1.
It would be argument for a week, laughter for a month, and a good jest for ever. -King Henry IV. read more
It would be argument for a week, laughter for a month, and a good jest for ever. -King Henry IV. Part I. Act ii. Sc. 2.
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.
