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Shakespeare quotes on wordsAnd do so love, yet when they have devised, What strained touches rhetoric can lend, Thou truly fair, wert truly sympathized, In true plain words, by thy true-telling friend Were't not that we stand up against Source: THE TRAGEDY OF ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA I did inquire it, And have my learning from some true reports That drew their swords with you Or, if you borrow one another's love for the instant, you may, when you hear no more words of Pompey, return it again If it be so, as fast as she answers thee with frowning looks, I'll sauce her with bitter words Teach me, dear creature, how to think and speak; Lay open to my earthy-gross conceit, Smoth'red in errors, feeble, shallow, weak, The folded meaning of your words' deceit His pupil age Man-ent'red thus, he waxed like a sea, And in the brunt of seventeen battles since He lurch'd all swords of the garland Well, what then? How shall this bosom multiplied digest The Senate's courtesy? Let deeds express What's like to be their words This but done Even as she speaks, why, their hearts were yours; For they have pardons, being ask'd, as free As words to little purpose Him I accuse The city ports by this hath enter'd and Intends t' appear before the people, hoping To purge himself with words This Polydore, The heir of Cymbeline and Britain, who The King his father call'd Guiderius- Jove! When on my three-foot stool I sit and tell The warlike feats I have done, his spirits fly out Into my story; say 'Thus mine enemy fell, And thus I set my foot on's neck'; even then The princely blood flows in his cheek, Source: CYMBELINE I would not, in plain terms, from this time forth Have you so slander any moment leisure As to give words or talk with the Lord Hamlet For, Harry, now I do not speak to thee in drink, but in tears; not in pleasure, but in passion; not in words only, but in woes also Now, lords, if God doth give successful end To this debate that bleedeth at our doors, We will our youth lead on to higher fields, And draw no swords but what are sanctified On, on, you noblest English, Whose blood is fet from fathers of war-proof- Fathers that like so many Alexanders Have in these parts from morn till even fought, And sheath'd their swords for lack of argument For Pistol, he hath a killing tongue and a quiet sword; by the means whereof 'a breaks words and keeps whole weapons Up, Princes, and, with spirit of honour edged More sharper than your swords, hie to the field One would have ling'ring wars, with little cost; Another would fly swift, but wanteth wings; A third thinks, without expense at all, By guileful fair words peace may be obtain'd True; and thou seest that I no issue have, And that my fainting words do warrant death The sword of Orleans hath not made me smart; These words of yours draw life-blood from my heart Please it your Majesty, this is the man That doth accuse his master of high treason; His words were these My Lord of Suffolk, Buckingham, and York, Reprove my allegation if you can, Or else conclude my words effectual Why, 'tis well known that whiles I was Protector Pity was all the fault that was in me; For I should melt at an offender's tears, And lowly words were ransom for their fault It will be proved to thy face that thou hast men about thee that usually talk of a noun and a verb, and such abominable words as no Christian ear can endure to hear Exit attendant I know, ere thy will have me go to ward, They'll pawn their swords for my enfranchisement While we pursu'd the horsemen of the north, He slily stole away and left his men; Whereat the great Lord of Northumberland, Whose warlike ears could never brook retreat, Cheer'd up the drooping army, and himself, Lord Clifford, and Lord Stafford, all abreast, Charg'd our main battle's front, and, breaking in, Were by the swords of common soldiers slain The bloody parliament shall this be call'd, Unless Plantagenet, Duke of York, be King, And bashful Henry depos'd, whose cowardice Hath made us by-words to our enemies Will you we show our title to the crown? If not, our swords shall plead it in the field In vain thou speak'st, poor boy; my father's blood Hath stopp'd the passage where thy words should enter Great Lord of Warwick, if we should recount Our baleful news and at each word's deliverance Stab poinards in our flesh till all were told, The words would add more anguish than the wounds My liege, the wound that bred this meeting here Cannot be cur'd by words; therefore be still No, wrangling woman, we'll no longer stay; These words will cost ten thousand lives this day My tears shall wipe away these bloody marks; And no more words till they have flow'd their fill If this news be true, Poor queen and son, your labour is but lost; For Warwick is a subtle orator, And Lewis a prince soon won with moving words Well, say there is no kingdom then for Richard; What other pleasure can the world afford? I'll make my heaven in a lady's lap, And deck my body in gay ornaments, And witch sweet ladies with my words and looks Go to, we pardon thee; therefore, in brief, Tell me their words as near as thou canst guess them He, more incens'd against your Majesty Than all the rest, discharg'd me with these words Sir, a Chartreux friar, His confessor, who fed him every minute With words of sovereignty 'Tis well said again; And 'tis a kind of good deed to say well; And yet words are no deeds At last, with easy roads, he came to Leicester, Lodg'd in the abbey; where the reverend abbot, With all his covent, honourably receiv'd him; To whom he gave these words I' th' presence He would say untruths, and be ever double Both in his words and meaning [To Cordelia] The gods to their dear shelter take thee, maid, That justly think'st and hast most rightly said! [To Regan and Goneril] And your large speeches may your deeds approve, That good effects may spring from words of love He replied, 'Thou unpossessing bastard, dost thou think, If I would stand against thee, would the reposal Of any trust, virtue, or worth in thee Make thy words faith'd? No But that you take what doth to you belong, It were a fault to snatch words from my tongue Anointed, I implore so much expense of thy royal sweet breath as will utter a brace of words No so, my lord; a twelvemonth and a day I'll mark no words that smooth-fac'd wooers say Thus can the demigod Authority Make us pay down for our offence by weight The words of heaven Noble Prince, As there comes light from heaven and words from breath, As there is sense in truth and truth in virtue, I am affianc'd this man's wife as strongly As words could make up vows Ay, his breast- So says the bond; doth it not, noble judge? 'Nearest his heart,' those are the very words We have been praying for our husbands' welfare, Which speed, we hope, the better for our words If he should intend this voyage toward my wife, I would turn her loose to him; and what he gets more of her than sharp words, let it lie on my head But there is no such man; for, brother, men Can counsel and speak comfort to that grief Which they themselves not feel; but, tasting it, Their counsel turns to passion, which before Would give preceptial medicine to rage, Fetter strong madness in a silken thread, Charm ache with air and agony with words I prithee, speak to me as to thy thinkings, As thou dost ruminate, and give thy worst of thoughts The worst of words Upon my knees, what doth your speech import? I understand a fury in your words, But not the words 'Farewell.' And, for my heart disdained that my tongue Should so profane the word, that taught me craft To counterfeit oppression of such grief That words seem'd buried in my sorrow's grave Where words are scarce, they are seldom spent in vain; For they breathe truth that breathe their words -in pain His tongue is now a stringless instrument; Words, life, and all, old Lancaster hath spent We three are but thyself, and, speaking so, Thy words are but as thoughts; therefore be bold O, full of careful business are his looks! Uncle, for God's sake, speak comfortable words No, good my lord; let's fight with gentle words Till time lend friends, and friends their helpful swords Pleads he in earnest? Look upon his face; His eyes do drop no tears, his prayers are in jest; His words come from his mouth, ours from our breast Then, in the name of God and all these rights, Advance your standards, draw your willing swords 'Romeo is banished'- There is no end, no limit, measure, bound, In that word's death; no words can that woe sound My tongue will tell the anger of my heart, Or else my heart, concealing it, will break; And rather than it shall, I will be free Even to the uttermost, as I please, in words Sir, you seem a sober ancient gentleman by your habit, but your words show you a madman When thou didst not, savage, Know thine own meaning, but wouldst gabble like A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes With words that made them known A thousand moral paintings I can show That shall demonstrate these quick blows of Fortune's More pregnantly than words Sir, Having often of your open bounty tasted, Hearing you were retir'd, your friends fall'n off, Whose thankless natures- O abhorred spirits!- Not all the whips of heaven are large enough- What! to you, Whose star-like nobleness gave life and influence To their whole being! I am rapt, and cannot cover The monstrous bulk of this ingratitude With any size of words Noble patricians, patrons of my right, Defend the justice of my cause with arms; And, countrymen, my loving followers, Plead my successive title with your swords I thank your Majesty and her, my lord; These words, these looks, infuse new life in me Sirs, stop their mouths, let them not speak to me; But let them hear what fearful words I utter With due observance of thy godlike seat, Great Agamemnon, Nestor shall apply Thy latest words I know it well, sir; you have an exchequer of words, and, I think, no other treasure to give your followers; for it appears by their bare liveries that they live by your bare words Thou wouldst as soon go kindle fire with snow As seek to quench the fire of love with words O villain, that set this down among her vices! To be slow in words is a woman's only virtue Quotes for: Shakespeare Quotes
Source: Project Gutenburg Texts
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