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Shakespeare quotes on hellAll this the world well knows yet none knows well, To shun the heaven that leads men to this hell And whether that my angel be turned fiend, Suspect I may, yet not directly tell, But being both from me both Source: THE SONNETS 'I hate' she altered with an end, That followed it as gentle day, Doth follow night who like a fiend From heaven to hell is flown away For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright, Who art as black as hell, as dark as night He makes me angry; And at this time most easy 'tis to do't, When my good stars, that were my former guides, Have empty left their orbs and shot their fires Into th' abysm of hell A devil in an everlasting garment hath him; One whose hard heart is button'd up with steel; A fiend, a fairy, pitiless and rough; A wolf, nay worse, a fellow all in buff; A back-friend, a shoulder-clapper, one that countermands The passages of alleys, creeks, and narrow lands; A hound that runs counter, and yet draws dry-foot well; One that, before the Judgment, carries poor souls to hell Swift, swift, you dragons of the night, that dawning May bare the raven's eye! I lodge in fear; Though this a heavenly angel, hell is here When he is drunk asleep; or in his rage; Or in th' incestuous pleasure of his bed; At gaming, swearing, or about some act That has no relish of salvation in't- Then trip him, that his heels may kick at heaven, And that his soul may be as damn'd and black As hell, whereto it goes Witness this army of such mass and charge, Led by a delicate and tender prince, Whose spirit, with divine ambition puff'd, Makes mouths at the invisible event, Exposing what is mortal and unsure To all that fortune, death, and danger dare, Even for an eggshell Ah, Source: THE SECOND PART OF KING HENRY THE SIXTH Die, damned wretch, the curse of her that bare thee! And as I thrust thy body in with my sword, So wish I, I might thrust thy soul to hell The sight of any of the house of York Is as a fury to torment my soul; And till I root out their accursed line And leave not one alive, I live in hell Then, since the heavens have shap'd my body so, Let hell make crook'd my mind to answer it Whence has he that? If not from hell, the devil is a niggard Or has given all before, and he begins A new hell in himself This man so complete, Who was enroll'd 'mongst wonders, and when we, Almost with ravish'd list'ning, could not find His hour of speech a minute-he, my lady, Hath into monstrous habits put the graces That once were his, and is become as black As if besmear'd in hell Ay, my mother, With all my heart I thank thee for my father! Who lives and dares but say thou didst not well When I was got, I'll send his soul to hell An if thou hast the mettle of a king, Being wrong'd as we are by this peevish town, Turn thou the mouth of thy artillery, As we will ours, against these saucy walls; And when that we have dash'd them to the ground, Why then defy each other, and pell-mell Make work upon ourselves, for heaven or hell Put up thy sword betime; Or I'll so maul you and your toasting-iron That you shall think the devil is come from hell An had been a man of any occupation, if I would not have taken him at a word, I would I might go to hell among the rogues And, since the quarrel Will bear no color for the thing he is, Fashion it thus, that what he is, augmented, Would run to these and these extremities; And therefore think him as a serpent's egg Which hatch'd would as his kind grow mischievous, And kill him in the shell [Knocking within.] Knock, knock! Never at quiet! What are you? But this place is too cold for hell Fillet of a fenny snake, In the cauldron boil and bake; Eye of newt and toe of frog, Wool of bat and tongue of dog, Adder's fork and blind-worm's sting, Lizard's leg and howlet's wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble This outward-sainted deputy, Whose settled visage and deliberate word Nips youth i' th' head, and follies doth enew As falcon doth the fowl, is yet a devil; His filth within being cast, he would appear A pond as deep as hell The rogues slighted me into the river with as little remorse as they would have drown'd a blind bitch's puppies, fifteen i' th' litter; and you may know by my size that I have a kind of alacrity in sinking; if the bottom were as deep as hell I should down Therefore I will even take sixpence in earnest of the berrord and lead his apes into hell Did you by indirect and forced courses Subdue and poison this young maid's affections? Or came it by request, and such fair question As soul to soul affordeth? OTHELLO The heavens forbid But that our loves and comforts should increase, Even as our days do grow! OTHELLO Heaven bless the isle of Cyprus and our noble general Othello! Exeunt Well, happiness to their sheets! Come, lieutenant, I have a stope of wine, and here without are a brace of Cyprus gallants that would fain have a measure to the health of black Othello Hold, ho! Lieutenant- sir- Montano- gentlemen- Have you forgot all place of sense and duty? Hold! the general speaks to you! Hold, hold, for shame! OTHELLO I cannot speak Any beginning to this peevish odds; And would in action glorious I had lost Those legs that brought me to a part of it! OTHELLO What? Michael Cassio, That came awooing with you, and so many a time When I have spoke of you dispraisingly Hath ta'en your part- to have so much to do To bring him in! Trust me, I could do much- OTHELLO Men should be what they seem; Or those that be not, would they might seem none! OTHELLO Utter my thoughts? Why, say they are vile and false; As where's that palace whereinto foul things Sometimes intrude not? Who has a breast so pure, But some uncleanly apprehensions Keep leets and law-days, and in session sit With meditations lawful? OTHELLO That cuckold lives in bliss Who, certain of his fate, loves not his wronger; But O, what damned minutes tells he o'er Who dotes, yet doubts, suspects, yet strongly loves! OTHELLO But, how? how satisfied, my lord? Would you, the supervisor, grossly gape on? Behold her topp'd? OTHELLO In sleep I heard him say, "Sweet Desdemona, Let us be wary, let us hide our loves"; And then, sir, would he gripe and wring my hand, Cry, "O sweet creature!" and then kiss me hard, As if he pluck'd up kisses by the roots, That grew upon my lips; then laid his leg Over my thigh, and sigh'd and kiss'd; and then Cried, "Cursed fate that gave thee to the Moor!" OTHELLO Tell me but this; Have you not sometimes seen a handkerchief Spotted with strawberries in your wife's hand? OTHELLO A man that all his time Hath founded his good fortunes on your love, Shared dangers with you- OTHELLO Or to be naked with her friend in bed An hour or more, not meaning any harm? OTHELLO What, If I had said I had seen him do you wrong? Or heard him say- as knaves be such abroad, Who having, by their own importunate suit, Or voluntary dotage of some mistress, Convinced or supplied them, cannot choose But they must blab- OTHELLO I was the other day talking on the sea bank with certain Venetians, and thither comes the bauble, and, by this hand, she falls me thus about my neck- OTHELLO I cry you mercy then; I took you for that cunning whore of Venice That married with Othello Sir, there is especial commission come from Venice to depute Cassio in Othello's place O mistress, villainy hath made mocks with love! My husband say that she was false! OTHELLO O thou Othello, that wert once so good, Fall'n in the practice of a damned slave, What shall be said to thee? OTHELLO My comfort is that heaven will take our souls, And plague injustice with the pains of hell O, would the deed were good! For now the devil, that told me I did well, Says that this deed is chronicled in hell O God, which this blood mad'st, revenge his death! O earth, which this blood drink'st, revenge his death! Either, heav'n, with lightning strike the murd'rer dead; Or, earth, gape open wide and eat him quick, As thou dost swallow up this good king's blood, Which his hell-govern'd arm hath butchered If thou wilt outstrip death, go cross the seas, And live with Richmond, from the reach of hell From forth the kennel of thy womb hath crept A hell-hound that doth hunt us all to death No, by the holy rood, thou know'st it well Thou cam'st on earth to make the earth my hell March on, join bravely, let us to it pell-mell; If not to heaven, then hand in hand to hell What, drawn, and talk of peace? I hate the word As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee What devil art thou that dost torment me thus? This torture should be roar'd in dismal hell What, will you not suffer me? Nay, now I see She is your treasure, she must have a husband; I must dance bare-foot on her wedding-day, And for your love to her lead apes in hell No, my good lord; but Pluto sends you word, If you will have Revenge from hell, you shall [Aside] I knew them all, though they suppos'd me mad, And will o'er reach them in their own devices, A pair of cursed hell-hounds and their dam If you love an addle egg as well as you love an idle head, you would eat chickens i' th' shell Quotes for: Shakespeare Quotes
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