King John

Mad world! Mad kings! Mad composition!

Henry IV Part 1

I know you all, and will awhile uphold

’Tis not due yet – I would be loath to pay him before his day.

For worms, brave Percy. Fare thee well, great heart!

Embowelled? If thou embowel me to-day,

Henry IV Part 2

How many thousands of my poorest subjects

I would you had but the wit;

Why doth the crown lie there upon his pillow,

Much Ado About Nothing

I do much wonder that one man,

Henry V

Upon the King! Let us our lives, our souls,

O God of battles, steel my soldiers’ hearts;

Julius Caesar

It must be by his death; and, for my part,

Since Cassius first did whet me against Caesar

O conspiracy,

O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth,

As You Like It

Hang there, my verse, in witness of my love,

Hamlet

O that this too too sullied flesh would melt,

O all you host of heaven! O earth! What else?

O what a rogue and peasant slave am I!

To be, or not to be – that is the question;

’Tis now the very witching time of night,

O, my offence is rank. It smells to heaven.

Now might I do it pat, now ’a is a-praying.

How all occasions do inform against me

Twelfth Night

I left no ring with her; what means this lady?

Troilus and Cressida

Peace, you ungracious clamours! Peace, rude sounds!

Words, vows, gifts, tears, and love’s full sacrifice

I am giddy; expectation whirls me round.

Sir Thomas More

It is in heaven that I am thus and thus,

Measure for Measure

What’s this? What’s this? Is this her fault or mine?

When I would pray and think, I think and pray

He who the sword of heaven will bear

Othello

This fellow’s of exceeding honesty,

It is the cause, it is the cause, my soul:

All’s Well That Ends Well

O, were that all! I think not on my father,

Timon of Athens

Let me look back upon thee. O thou wall

O blessed breeding sun, draw from the earth

King Lear

Thou, Nature, art my goddess; to thy law

I heard myself proclaimed,

Yet better thus, and known to be contemned,

Poor naked wretches, wheresoe’er you are,

Macbeth

The raven himself is hoarse

If it were done when ’tis done, then ’twere well

Is this a dagger which I see before me,

She should have died hereafter;

Antony and Cleopatra

I will o’ertake thee, Cleopatra, and

Pericles, Prince of Tyre

How courtesy would seem to cover sin,

Yet cease your ire, you angry stars of heaven!

Coriolanus

O world, thy slippery turns! Friends now fast sworn,

The Winter’s Tale

I would there were no age between ten and three-and-twenty,

Cymbeline

The crickets sing, and man’s o’er-laboured sense

Is there no way for men to be, but women

I see a man’s life is a tedious one.

Yes, sir, to Milford Haven. Which is the way?