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Shakespeare quotes on fatherWho lets so fair a house fall to decay, Which husbandry in honour might uphold, Against the stormy gusts of winter's day And barren rage of death's eternal cold? O none but unthrifts, dear my love you know, You had a father, let your son say so A ring the County wears That downward hath succeeded in his house From son to son some four or five descents Since the first father wore it What was't That mov'd pale Cassius to conspire? and what Made the all-honour'd honest Roman, Brutus, With the arm'd rest, courtiers of beauteous freedom, To drench the Capitol, but that they would Have one man but a man? And that is it Hath made me rig my navy, at whose burden The anger'd ocean foams; with which I meant To scourge th' ingratitude that despiteful Rome Cast on my noble father But fare thee well; thou art a gallant youth; I would thou hadst told me of another father Doth it therefore ensue that you should love his son dearly? By this kind of chase I should hate him, for my father hated his father dearly; yet I hate not Orlando Treason is not inherited, my lord; Or, if we did derive it from our friends, What's that to me? My father was no traitor O my poor Rosalind! Whither wilt thou go? Wilt thou change fathers? I will give thee mine He cannot choose but take this service I have done fatherly.- Good morrow to your Majesty and to my gracious mother O that I had her here to tear her limb-meal! I will go there and do't, i' th' court, before Her father [Aside] O noble strain! O worthiness of nature! breed of greatness! Cowards father cowards and base things sire base What wouldst thou beg, Laertes, That shall not be my offer, not thy asking? The head is not more native to the heart, The hand more instrumental to the mouth, Than Source: THE TRAGEDY OF HAMLET, PRINCE OF DENMARK Would I had met my dearest foe in heaven Or ever I had seen that day, Horatio! My father- methinks I see my father Unequal match'd, Pyrrhus at Priam drives, in rage strikes wide; But with the whiff and wind of his fell sword Th' unnerved father falls One scene of it comes near the circumstance, Which I have told thee, of my father's death [Exit Horatio.] O, this is the poison of deep grief; it springs All from her father's death To this point I stand, That both the world, I give to negligence, Let come what comes; only I'll be reveng'd Most throughly for my father He, being remiss, Most generous, and free from all contriving, Will not peruse the foils; so that with ease, Or with a little shuffling, you may choose A sword unbated, and, in a pass of practice, Requite him for your father Have you any levers to lift me up again, being down? 'Sblood, I'll not bear mine own flesh so far afoot again for all the coin in thy father's exchequer What, will you make a younker of me? Shall I not take mine ease in mine inn but I shall have my pocket pick'd? I have lost a seal-ring of my grandfather's worth forty mark Wilt thou believe me, Hal? Three or four bonds of forty pound apiece and a seal-ring of my grandfather's He may keep it still at a face-royal, for a barber shall never earn sixpence out of it; and yet he'll be crowing as if he had writ man ever since his father was a bachelor Thy due from me Is tears and heavy sorrows of the blood Which nature, love, and filial tenderness, Shall, O dear father, pay thee plenteously Now call we our high court of parliament; And let us choose such limbs of noble counsel, That the great body of our state may go In equal rank with the best govern'd nation; That war, or peace, or both at once, may be As things acquainted and familiar to us; In which you, father, shall have foremost hand With good acceptance of his Majesty; Save that there was not time enough to hear, As I perceiv'd his Grace would fain have done, The severals and unhidden passages Of his true tides to some certain dukedoms, And generally to the crown and seat of France, Deriv'd from Edward, his great-grandfather When we have match'd our rackets to these balls, We will in France, by God's grace, play a set Shall strike his father's crown into the hazard Therefore let our proportions for these wars Be soon collected, and all things thought upon That may with reasonable swiftness ad More feathers to our wings; for, God before, We'll chide this Dauphin at his father's door Dishonour not your mothers; now attest That those whom you call'd fathers did beget you Therefore, good uncle, for my father's sake, In honour of a true Plantagenet, And for alliance sake, declare the cause My father, Earl of Cambridge, lost his head Then God take mercy on brave Talbot's soul, And on his son, young John, who two hours since I met in travel toward his warlike father O young John Talbot! I did send for thee To tutor thee in stratagems of war, That Talbot's name might be in thee reviv'd When sapless age and weak unable limbs Should bring thy father to his drooping chair Decrepit miser! base ignoble wretch! I am descended of a gentler blood; Thou art no father nor no friend of mine Call hither Clifford; bid him come amain, To say if that the bastard boys of York Shall be the surety for their traitor father Plantagenet, of thee, and these thy sons, Thy kinsmen, and thy friends, I'll have more lives Than drops of blood were in my father's veins What title hast thou, traitor, to the crown? Thy father was, as thou art, Duke of York; Thy grandfather, Roger Mortimer, Earl of March An if he may, then am I lawful King; For Richard, in the view of many lords, Resign'd the crown to Henry the Fourth, Whose heir my father was, and I am his About that which concerns your Grace and us- The crown of England, father, which is yours By giving the house of Lancaster leave to breathe, It will outrun you, father, in the end Thou, being a king, bless'd with a goodly son, Didst yield consent to disinherit him, Which argued thee a most unloving father How will my mother for a father's death Take on with me, and ne'er be satisfied! FATHER Revoke that doom of mercy, for 'tis Clifford; Who not contented that he lopp'd the branch In hewing Rutland when his leaves put forth, But set his murd'ring knife unto the root From whence that tender spray did sweetly spring- I mean our princely father, Duke of York 'Tis but his policy to counterfeit, Because he would avoid such bitter taunts Which in the time of death he gave our father Lascivious Edward, and thou perjur'd George, And thou misshapen Dick, I tell ye all I am your better, traitors as ye are; And thou usurp'st my father's right and mine [Seats himself between ANNE BULLEN and another lady] If I chance to talk a little wild, forgive me; I had it from my father first, Kildare's attainder, Then deputy of Ireland, who remov'd, Earl Surrey was sent thither, and in haste too, Lest he should help his father Thy ambition, Thou scarlet sin, robb'd this bewailing land Of noble Buckingham, my father-in-law That is, a fair young maid that yet wants baptism; You must be godfather, and answer for her Then, good my liege, let me have what is mine, My father's land, as was my father's will My mother's son did get your father's heir; Your father's heir must have your father's land Brother by th' mother's side, give me your hand; My father gave me honour, yours gave land Zounds! I was never so bethump'd with words Since I first call'd my brother's father dad [To ARTHUR] Cousin, look not sad; Thy grandam loves thee, and thy uncle will As dear be to thee as thy father was And you, my noble Prince, With other princes that may best be spar'd, Shall wait upon your father's funeral In cities, mutinies; in countries, discord; in palaces, treason; and the bond crack'd 'twixt son and father Draw, you rascal! You come with letters against the King, and take Vanity the puppet's part against the royalty of her father This seems a fair deserving, and must draw me That which my father loses- no less than all I here take my oath before this honourable assembly, she kicked the poor King her father The revenges we are bound to take upon your traitorous father are not fit for your beholding No blown ambition doth our arms incite, But love, dear love, and our ag'd father's right Enter, with Drum and Colours, the Powers of France over the stage, Cordelia with her Father in her hand, and exeunt Madam, your father here doth intimate The payment of a hundred thousand crowns; Being but the one half of an entire sum Disbursed by my father in his wars Boyet, you can produce acquittances For such a sum from special officers Of Charles his father If this austere insociable life Change not your offer made in heat of blood, If frosts and fasts, hard lodging and thin weeds, Nip not the gaudy blossoms of your love, But that it bear this trial, and last love, Then, at the expiration of the year, Come, challenge me, challenge me by these deserts; And, by this virgin palm now kissing thine, I will be thine; and, till that instant, shut My woeful self up in a mournful house, Raining the tears of lamentation For the remembrance of my father's death He chid the sisters When first they put the name of King upon me And bade them speak to him; then prophet-like They hail'd him father to a line of kings So that, I say, He has borne all things well; and I do think That, had he Duncan's sons under his key- As, an't please heaven, he shall not -they should find What 'twere to kill a father; so should Fleance If he were dead, you'ld weep for him; if you would not, it were a good sign that I should quickly have a new father O me, the word 'choose'! I may neither choose who I would nor refuse who I dislike; so is the will of a living daughter curb'd by the will of a dead father If I live to be as old as Sibylla, I will die as chaste as Diana, unless I be obtained by the manner of my father's will In very brief, the suit is impertinent to myself, as your worship shall know by this honest old man; and, though I say it, though old man, yet poor man, my father Good Master Fenton, I will not be your friend, nor enemy; My daughter will I question how she loves you, And as I find her, so am I affected; Till then, farewell, sir; she must needs go in; Her father will be angry I pray you, commend me to Mistress Squash, your mother, and to Master Peascod, your father Sure my brother is amorous on Hero and hath withdrawn her father to break with him about it I do beseech you, Send for the lady to the Sagittary, And let her speak of me before her father Look to her, Moor, if thou hast eyes to see; She has deceived her father, and may thee I saw it in his hand, It was a handkerchief, an antique token My father gave my mother Thou dost consent In some large measure to thy father's death In that thou seest thy wretched brother die, Who was the model of thy father's life His noble hand Did win what he did spend, and spent not that Which his triumphant father's hand had won Dishonourable boy! That lie shall lie so heavy on my sword That it shall render vengeance and revenge Till thou the lie-giver and that lie do he In earth as quiet as thy father's skull So shall my virtue be his vice's bawd; And he shall spend mine honour with his shame, As thriftless sons their scraping fathers' gold Tell them, when that my mother went with child Of that insatiate Edward, noble York My princely father then had wars in France And, by true computation of the time, Found that the issue was not his begot; Which well appeared in his lineaments, Being nothing like the noble Duke my father If you thrive well, bring them to Baynard's Castle; Where you shall find me well accompanied With reverend fathers and well learned bishops I, as I may-that which I would I cannot- With best advantage will deceive the time And aid thee in this doubtful shock of arms; But on thy side I may not be too forward, Lest, being seen, thy brother, tender George, Be executed in his father's sight Farewell; yet, for the love I bear my sweet Bianca, if I can by any means light on a fit man to teach her that wherein she delights, I will wish him to her father [They exchange habits] In brief, sir, sith it your pleasure is, And I am tied to be obedient- For so your father charg'd me at our parting Master, a mercatante or a pedant, I know not what; but formal in apparel, In gait and countenance surely like a father If thou account'st it shame, lay it on me; And therefore frolic; we will hence forthwith To feast and sport us at thy father's house Now by my mother's son, and that's myself, It shall be moon, or star, or what I list, Or ere I journey to your father's house Pardon, old father, my mistaking eyes, That have been so bedazzled with the sun That everything I look on seemeth green; Now I perceive thou art a reverend father I have done nothing but in care of thee, Of thee, my dear one, thee, my daughter, who Art ignorant of what thou art, nought knowing Of whence I am, nor that I am more better Than Prospero, master of a full poor cell, And thy no greater father Myself am Naples, Who with mine eyes, never since at ebb, beheld The King my father wreck'd I do not know One of my sex; no woman's face remember, Save, from my glass, mine own; nor have I seen More that I may call men than you, good friend, And my dear father Receive him then to favour, Saturnine, That hath express'd himself in all his deeds A father and a friend to thee and Rome Here are the heads of thy two noble sons; And here's thy hand, in scorn to thee sent back- Thy grief their sports, thy resolution mock'd, That woe is me to think upon thy woes, More than remembrance of my father's death I tell you, younglings, not Enceladus, With all his threat'ning band of Typhon's brood, Nor great Alcides, nor the god of war, Shall seize this prey out of his father's hands [To AEMILIUS] Go thou before to be our ambassador; Say that the Emperor requests a parley Of warlike Lucius, and appoint the meeting Even at his father's house, the old Andronicus First hang the child, that he may see it sprawl- A sight to vex the father's soul withal Some loving friends convey the Emperor hence, And give him burial in his father's grave That's as much as to say 'bastard virtues'; that indeed know not their fathers, and therefore have no names I do believe Hermione hath suffer'd death, and that Apollo would, this being indeed the issue Of King Polixenes, it should here be laid, Either for life or death, upon the earth Of its right father I yield all this; But, for some other reasons, my grave sir, Which 'tis not fit you know, I not acquaint My father of this business With thought of such affections, Step forth mine advocate; at your request My father will grant precious things as trifles So you have; but I was a gentleman born before my father; for the King's son took me by the hand and call'd me brother; and then the two kings call'd my father brother; and then the Prince, my brother, and the Princess, my sister, call'd my father father Quotes for: Shakespeare Quotes
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