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Shakespeare quotes on helpWe thank you, maiden; But may not be so credulous of cure, When our most learned doctors leave us, and The congregated college have concluded That labouring art can never ransom nature From her inaidable estate-I say we must not So stain our judgment, Source: ALLS WELL THAT ENDS WELL It is not so with Him that all things knows, As 'tis with us that square our guess by shows; But most it is presumption in us when The help of heaven we count the act of men My wife, my liege! I shall beseech your Highness, In such a business give me leave to use The help of mine own eyes Doubt not but heaven Hath brought me up to be your daughter's dower, As it hath fated her to be my motive And helper to a husband But this exceeding posting day and night Must wear your spirits low; we cannot help it O Antony, Antony, Antony! Help, Charmian; help, Iras, help; Help, friends below! Let's draw him hither Yet to good wine they do use good bushes; and good plays prove the better by the help of good epilogues A crow without feather? Master, mean you so? For a fish without a fin, there's a fowl without a feather; If a crow help us in, sirrah, we'll pluck a crow together Therefore, most gracious Duke, with thy command Let him be brought forth and borne hence for help For the dearth, The gods, not the patricians, make it, and Your knees to them, not arms, must help Now, Mars, I prithee, make us quick in work, That we with smoking swords may march from hence To help our fielded friends! Come, blow thy blast Down with them! Exeunt pillagers And hark, what noise the general makes! To him! There is the man of my soul's hate, Aufidius, Piercing our Romans; then, valiant Titus, take Convenient numbers to make good the city; Whilst I, with those that have the spirit, will haste To help Cominius To lose itself in a fog; where being three parts melted away with rotten dews, the fourth would return for conscience' sake, to help to get thee a wife What can it not? Yet what can it when one cannot repent? O wretched state! O bosom black as death! O limed soul, that, struggling to be free, Art more engag'd! Help, angels! Make assay Why, Hal, thou knowest, as thou art but man, I dare; but as thou art Prince, I fear thee as I fear the roaring of the lion's whelp The worst that they can say of me is that I am a second brother and that I am a proper fellow of my hands; and those two things, I confess, I cannot help She has nobody to do anything about her when I am gone; and she is old, and cannot help herself Heaven, be thou gracious to none alive If Salisbury wants mercy at thy hands! Bear hence his body; I will help to bury it They call'd us, for our fierceness, English dogs; Now like to whelps we crying run away A plague upon that villain Somerset That thus delays my promised supply Of horsemen that were levied for this siege! Renowned Talbot doth expect my aid, And I am louted by a traitor villain And cannot help the noble chevalier Now, ye familiar spirits that are cull'd Out of the powerful regions under earth, Help me this once, that France may get the field [They walk and speak not] O, hold me not with silence over-long! Where I was wont to feed you with my blood, I'll lop a member off and give it you In earnest of a further benefit, So you do condescend to help me now But you, that are polluted with your lusts, Stain'd with the guiltless blood of innocents, Corrupt and tainted with a thousand vices, Because you want the grace that others have, You judge it straight a thing impossible To compass wonders but by help of devils Send succours, lords, and stop the rage betime, Before the wound do grow uncurable; For, being green, there is great hope of help Let us be back'd with God, and with the seas Which He hath giv'n for fence impregnable, And with their helps only defend ourselves 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 That judge hath made me guardian to this boy, Under whose warrant I impeach thy wrong, And by whose help I mean to chastise it This England never did, nor never shall, Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself [Exit an Officer.] What can man's wisdom In the restoring his bereaved sense? He that helps him take all my outward worth Except they meant to bathe in reeking wounds, Or memorize another Golgotha, I cannot tell- But I am faint; my gashes cry for help When they him spy, As wild geese that the creeping fowler eye, Or russet-pated choughs, many in sort, Rising and cawing at the gun's report, Sever themselves and madly sweep the sky, So at his sight away his fellows fly; And at our stamp here, o'er and o'er one falls; He murder cries, and help from Athens calls Pray thee, sweet Mistress Margaret, deserve well at my hands by helping me to the speech of Beatrice Your answer, sir, is enigmatical; But, for my will, my will is, your good will May stand with ours, this day to be conjoin'd In the state of honourable marriage; In which, good friar, I shall desire your help [To Brabantio.] I did not see you; welcome, gentle signior; We lack'd your counsel and your help tonight These may be counterfeits; let's think't unsafe To come in to the cry without more help O treacherous villains! [To Lodovico and Gratiano.] What are you there? Come in and give some help No, good my lord; let's fight with gentle words Till time lend friends, and friends their helpful swords The day will come that thou shalt wish for me To help thee curse this poisonous bunch-back'd toad O God, I fear thy justice will take hold On me, and you, and mine, and yours, for this! Come, Hastings, help me to my closet All of us have cause To wail the dimming of our shining star; But none can help our harms by wailing them But, God be thank'd, there is no need of me- And much I need to help you, were there need Windy attorneys to their client woes, Airy succeeders of intestate joys, Poor breathing orators of miseries, Let them have scope; though what they will impart Help nothing else, yet do they case the heart Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast! Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest! Hence will I to my ghostly father's cell, His help to crave and my dear hap to tell Yet 'banished'? Hang up philosophy! Unless philosophy can make a Juliet, Displant a town, reverse a prince's doom, It helps not, it prevails not If in thy wisdom thou canst give no help, Do thou but call my resolution wise And with this knife I'll help it presently O me, O me! My child, my only life! Revive, look up, or I will die with thee! Help, help! Call help 'Then music with her silver sound With speedy help doth lend redress.' [Exit Mistress, your father prays you leave your books And help to dress your sister's chamber up Let me not, Since I have my dukedom got, And pardon'd the deceiver, dwell In this bare island by your spell; But release me from my bands With the help of your good hands O, no doubt, my good friends, but the gods themselves have provided that I shall have much help from you Cease to lament for that thou canst not help, And study help for that which thou lament'st Love doth to her eyes repair, To help him of his blindness; And, being help'd, inhabits there Quotes for: Shakespeare Quotes
Source: Project Gutenburg Texts
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