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Shakespeare quotes on revengeNow, darting Parthia, art thou struck, and now Pleas'd fortune does of Marcus Crassus' death Make me revenger But were I not the better part made mercy, I should not seek an absent argument Source: AS YOU LIKE IT Let us revenge this with our pikes ere we become rakes; for the gods know I speak this in hunger for bread, not in thirst for revenge Should he make me Live like Diana's priest betwixt cold sheets, Whiles he is vaulting variable ramps, In your despite, upon your purse? Revenge it I speak not out of weak surmises, but from proof as strong as my grief and as certain as I expect my revenge With Mars fall out, with Juno chide, That thy adulteries Rates and revenges Haste me to know't, that I, with wings as swift As meditation or the thoughts of love, May sweep to my revenge Pox, leave thy damnable faces, and begin! Come, the croaking raven doth bellow for revenge I am satisfied in nature, Whose motive in this case should stir me most To my revenge You all consented unto Salisbury's death, For none would strike a stroke in his revenge Speak, thy father's care; Art thou not weary, John? How dost thou fare? Wilt thou yet leave the battle, boy, and fly, Now thou art seal'd the son of chivalry? Fly, to revenge my death when I am dead In thee thy mother dies, our household's name, My death's revenge, thy youth, and England's fame The commons, like an angry hive of bees That want their leader, scatter up and down And care not who they sting in his revenge Oft have I heard that grief softens the mind And makes it fearful and degenerate; Think therefore on revenge and cease to weep Urge it no more; lest that instead of words I send thee, Warwick, such a messenger As shall revenge his death before I stir Why stand we like soft-hearted women here, Wailing our losses, whiles the foe doth rage, And look upon, as if the tragedy Were play'd in jest by counterfeiting actors? Here on my knee I vow to God above I'll never pause again, never stand still, Till either death hath clos'd these eyes of mine Or fortune given me measure of revenge I was the chief that rais'd him to the crown, And I'll be chief to bring him down again; Not that I pity Henry's misery, But seek revenge on Edward's mockery I have not stopp'd mine ears to their demands, Nor posted off their suits with slow delays; My pity hath been balm to heal their wounds, My mildness hath allay'd their swelling griefs, My mercy dried their water-flowing tears; I have not been desirous of their wealth, Nor much oppress'd them with great subsidies, Nor forward of revenge, though they much err'd These very words I've heard him utter to his son-in-law, Lord Aberga'ny, to whom by oath he menac'd Revenge upon the Cardinal Now shame upon you, whe'er she does or no! His grandam's wrongs, and not his mother's shames, Draws those heaven-moving pearls from his poor eyes, Which heaven shall take in nature of a fee; Ay, with these crystal beads heaven shall be brib'd To do him justice and revenge on you It is the shameful work of Hubert's hand; The practice and the purpose of the King; From whose obedience I forbid my soul Kneeling before this ruin of sweet life, And breathing to his breathless excellence The incense of a vow, a holy vow, Never to taste the pleasures of the world, Never to be infected with delight, Nor conversant with ease and idleness, Till I have set a glory to this hand By giving it the worship of revenge Gloucester, I live To thank thee for the love thou show'dst the King, And to revenge thine eyes If a Christian wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance be by Christian example? Why, revenge For if but once thou show me thy grey light, I'll find Demetrius, and revenge this spite But I do think it is their husbands' faults If wives do fall; say that they slack their duties And pour our treasures into foreign laps, Or else break out in peevish jealousies, Throwing restraint upon us, or say they strike us, Or scant our former having in despite, Why, we have galls, and though we have some grace, Yet have we some revenge Cousin of Hereford, as thy cause is right, So be thy fortune in this royal fight! Farewell, my blood; which if to-day thou shed, Lament we may, but not revenge thee dead Mark'd you not How that the guilty kindred of the Queen Look'd pale when they did hear of Clarence' death? O, they did urge it still unto the King! God will revenge it Fear not, Baptista; we will content you, go to; but I will in to be revenged for this villainy All have not offended; For those that were, it is not square to take, On those that are, revenge Vengeance is in my heart, death in my hand, Blood and revenge are hammering in my head If they did kill thy husband, then be joyful, Because the law hath ta'en revenge on them So so, now sit; and look you eat no more Than will preserve just so much strength in us As will revenge these bitter woes of ours I think she means that there were more than one Confederate in the fact; ay, more there was, Or else to heaven she heaves them for revenge Curs'd be that heart that forc'd us to this shift! Write thou, good niece, and here display at last What God will have discovered for revenge O heavens, can you hear a good man groan And not relent, or not compassion him? Marcus, attend him in his ecstasy, That hath more scars of sorrow in his heart Than foemen's marks upon his batt'red shield, But yet so just that he will not revenge No, my good lord; but Pluto sends you word, If you will have Revenge from hell, you shall Come down and welcome me to this world's light; Confer with me of murder and of death; There's not a hollow cave or lurking-place, No vast obscurity or misty vale, Where bloody murder or detested rape Can couch for fear but I will find them out; And in their ears tell them my dreadful name- Revenge, which makes the foul offender quake Nay, nay, let Rape and Murder stay with me, Or else I'll call my brother back again, And cleave to no revenge but Lucius You know your mother means to feast with me, And calls herself Revenge, and thinks me mad The devil a Puritan that he is, or anything constantly but a time-pleaser; an affection'd ass that cons state without book and utters it by great swarths; the best persuaded of himself, so cramm'd, as he thinks, with excellencies that it is his grounds of faith that all that look on him love him; and on that vice in him will my revenge find notable cause to work 'By the Lord, fool, I am not mad!' But do you remember- 'Madam, why laugh you at such a barren rascal? An you smile not, he's gagg'd'? And thus the whirligig of time brings in his revenges Quotes for: Shakespeare Quotes
Source: Project Gutenburg Texts
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