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Shakespeare quotes on brotherIt is reported that he has taken their great'st commander; and that with his own hand he slew the Duke's brother Madam, in Rome I look'd her in the face, and saw her led Between her brother and Source: THE TRAGEDY OF ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA Marry, sir, I am helping you to mar that which God made, a poor unworthy brother of yours, with idleness The courtesy of nations allows you my better in that you are the first-born; but the same tradition takes not away my blood, were there twenty brothers betwixt us I'll tell thee, Charles, it is the stubbornest young fellow of France; full of ambition, an envious emulator of every man's good parts, a secret and villainous contriver against me his natural brother Exit LE BEAU Thus must I from the smoke into the smother; From tyrant Duke unto a tyrant brother Indeed, my lord, The melancholy Jaques grieves at that; And, in that kind, swears you do more usurp Than doth your brother that hath banish'd you A lean cheek, which you have not; a blue eye and sunken, which you have not; an unquestionable spirit, which you have not; a beard neglected, which you have not; but I pardon you for that, for simply your having in beard is a younger brother's revenue This seen, Orlando did approach the man, And found it was his brother, his elder brother But, O, how bitter a thing it is to look into happiness through another man's eyes! By so much the more shall I to-morrow be at the height of heart-heaviness, by how much I shall think my brother happy in having what he wishes for If you do love Rosalind so near the heart as your gesture cries it out, when your brother marries Aliena shall you marry her My lord, the first time that I ever saw him Methought he Source: THE COMEDY OF ERRORS And so do I, yet did she call me so; And this fair gentlewoman, her sister here, Did call me brother The Senate hath stirr'd up the confiners And gentlemen of Italy, most willing spirits, That promise noble service; and they come Under the conduct of bold Iachimo, Sienna's brother Why did you suffer Iachimo, Slight thing of Italy, To taint his nobler heart and brain With needless jealousy, And to become the geck and scorn O' th' other's villainy? SECOND BROTHER [Waking] Sleep, thou has been a grandsire and begot A father to me; and thou hast created A mother and two brothers Now follows, that you know, young Fortinbras, Holding a weak supposal of our worth, Or thinking by our late dear brother's death Our state to be disjoint and out of frame, Colleagued with this dream of his advantage, He hath not fail'd to pester us with message Importing the surrender of those lands Lost by his father, with all bands of law, To our most valiant brother Sir, in this audience, Let my disclaiming from a purpos'd evil Free me so far in your most generous thoughts That I have shot my arrow o'er the house And hurt my brother Go bear this letter to Lord John of Lancaster, To my brother John; this to my Lord of Westmoreland I will bestow a breakfast to make you friends; and we'll be all three sworn brothers to France A noble shalt thou have, and present pay; And liquor likewise will I give to thee, And friendship shall combine, and brotherhood For us, we will consider of this further; To-morrow shall you bear our full intent Back to our brother of England O, now, who will behold The royal captain of this ruin'd band Walking from watch to watch, from tent to tent, Let him cry 'Praise and glory on his head!' For forth he goes and visits all his host; Bids them good morrow with a modest smile, And calls them brothers, friends, and countrymen What! think'st thou that we fear them? Edward and Richard, you shall stay with me; My brother Montague shall post to London My lord ambassador, these letters are for you, Sent from your brother, Marquis Montague And yet methinks your Grace hath not done well To give the heir and daughter of Lord Scales Unto the brother of your loving bride Or else you would not have bestow'd the heir Of the Lord Bonville on your new wife's son, And leave your brothers to go speed elsewhere My Lord of Somerset, at my request, See that forthwith Duke Edward be convey'd Unto my brother, Archbishop of York Ay, almost slain, for he is taken prisoner; Either betray'd by falsehood of his guard Or by his foe surpris'd at unawares; And, as I further have to understand, Is new committed to the Bishop of York, Fell Warwick's brother, and by that our foe The good old man would fain that all were well, So 'twere not long of him; but being ent'red, I doubt not, I, but we shall soon persuade Both him and all his brothers unto reason And lo where George of Clarence sweeps along, Of force enough to bid his brother battle; With whom an upright zeal to right prevails More than the nature of a brother's love Clarence and Gloucester, love my lovely queen; And kiss your princely nephew, brothers both I' th' progress of this business, Ere a determinate resolution, he- I mean the Bishop-did require a respite Wherein he might the King his lord advertise Whether our daughter were legitimate, Respecting this our marriage with the dowager, Sometimes our brother's wife These are the youths that thunder at a playhouse and fight for bitten apples; that no audience but the tribulation of Tower-hill or the limbs of Limehouse, their dear brothers, are able to endure Zounds! I was never so bethump'd with words Since I first call'd my brother's father dad I pray you, sirs, lie in my tent and sleep; It may be I shall raise you by and by On business to my brother Cassius He led our powers, Bore the commission of my place and person, The which immediacy may well stand up And call itself your brother I have a brother is condemn'd to die; I do beseech you, let it be his fault, And not my brother Go to your bosom, Knock there, and ask your heart what it doth know That's like my brother's fault If it confess A natural guiltiness such as is his, Let it not sound a thought upon your tongue Against my brother's life To whom should I complain? Did I tell this, Who would believe me? O perilous mouths That bear in them one and the self-same tongue Either of condemnation or approof, Bidding the law make curtsy to their will; Hooking both right and wrong to th' appetite, To follow as it draws! I'll to my brother No, none, but only a repair i' th' dark; And that I have possess'd him my most stay Can be but brief; for I have made him know I have a servant comes with me along, That stays upon me; whose persuasion is I come about my brother Exeunt ABHORSON and POMPEY Th' one has my pity; not a jot the other, Being a murderer, though he were my brother I came to her from Claudio, and desir'd her To try her gracious fortune with Lord Angelo For her poor brother's pardon But the next morn betimes, His purpose surfeiting, he sends a warrant For my poor brother's head [Kneeling] Most bounteous sir, Look, if it please you, on this man condemn'd, As if my brother liv'd [To ISABELLA] If he be like your brother, for his sake Is he pardon'd; and for your lovely sake, Give me your hand and say you will be mine, He is my brother too Why should a man whose blood is warm within Sit like his grandsire cut in alabaster, Sleep when he wakes, and creep into the jaundice By being peevish? I tell thee what, Antonio- I love thee, and 'tis my love that speaks- There are a sort of men whose visages Do cream and mantle like a standing pond, And do a wilful stillness entertain, With purpose to be dress'd in an opinion Of wisdom, gravity, profound conceit; As who should say 'I am Sir Oracle, And when I ope my lips let no dog bark.' O my Antonio, I do know of these That therefore only are reputed wise For saying nothing; when, I am very sure, If they should speak, would almost damn those ears Which, hearing them, would call their brothers fools Would he have stolen away From sleeping Hermia? I'll believe as soon This whole earth may be bor'd, and that the moon May through the centre creep and so displease Her brother's noontide with th' Antipodes This naughty man Shall fact to face be brought to Margaret, Who I believe was pack'd in all this wrong, Hir'd to it by your brother Can he be angry? I have seen the cannon, When it hath blown his ranks into the air And, like the devil, from his very arm Puff'd his own brother I would to God, So my untruth had not provok'd him to it, The King had cut off my head with my brother's His Majesty hath straitly given in charge That no man shall have private conference, Of what degree soever, with your brother Queen Margaret saw Thy murd'rous falchion smoking in his blood; The which thou once didst bend against her breast, But that thy brothers beat aside the point Clarence, who I indeed have cast in darkness, I do beweep to many simple gulls; Namely, to Derby, Hastings, Buckingham; And tell them 'tis the Queen and her allies That stir the King against the Duke my brother My sovereign lord, I do beseech your Highness To take our brother Clarence to your grace Grandam, one night as we did sit at supper, My uncle Rivers talk'd how I did grow More than my brother And, look when I am King, claim thou of me The earldom of Hereford and all the movables Whereof the King my brother was possess'd If thou didst fear to break an oath with Him, The unity the King my husband made Thou hadst not broken, nor my brothers died This King of Naples, being an enemy To me inveterate, hearkens my brother's suit; Which was, that he, in lieu o' th' premises, Of homage, and I know not how much tribute, Should presently extirpate me and mine Out of the dukedom, and confer fair Milan With all the honours on my brother Most cruelly Didst thou, Alonso, use me and my daughter; Thy brother was a furtherer in the act [Aside] Now will I fetch the King to find them here, That he thereby may have a likely guess How these were they that made away his brother The unhappy sons of old Andronicus, Brought hither in a most unlucky hour, To find thy brother Bassianus dead [To TITUS] Two of thy whelps, fell curs of bloody kind, Have here bereft my brother of his life This way to death my wretched sons are gone; Here stands my other son, a banish'd man, And here my brother, weeping at my woes Had I but seen thy picture in this plight, It would have madded me; what shall I do Now I behold thy lively body so? Thou hast no hands to wipe away thy tears, Nor tongue to tell me who hath martyr'd thee; Thy husband he is dead, and for his death Thy brothers are condemn'd, and dead by this Had she a tongue to speak, now would she say That to her brother which I said to thee My hand will serve the turn, My youth can better spare my blood than you, And therefore mine shall save my brothers' lives Sweet father, if I shall be thought thy son, Let me redeem my brothers both from death Out on thee, murderer, thou kill'st my heart! Mine eyes are cloy'd with view of tyranny; A deed of death done on the innocent Becomes not Titus' brother But let her rest in her unrest awhile- And now, young lords, was't not a happy star Led us to Rome, strangers, and more than so, Captives, to be advanced to this height? It did me good before the palace gate To brave the Tribune in his brother's hearing Why, he is very young, and yet will he within three pound lift as much as his brother Hector I constantly believe- Or rather call my thought a certain knowledge- My brother Troilus lodges there to-night What a plague means my niece to take the death of her brother thus? I am sure care's an enemy to life I am all the daughters of my father's house, And all the brothers too- and yet I know not I will tell the King all, every word- yea, and his son's pranks too; who, I may say, is no honest man, neither to his father nor to me, to go about to make me the King's brother-in-law 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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