All Quotes

"Nothing comes amiss, so money comes withal."

"Why came I hither but to that intent? Think you a little din can daunt mine ears? Have I not in my time heard lions roar? Have I not heard the sea, puff'd up with winds, Rage like an angry boar chafed with sweat? Have I not heard great ordnance in the field, And heaven's artillery thunder in the skies? Have I not in a pitched battle heard Loud 'larums, neighing steeds, and trumpets' clang? And do you tell me of a woman's tongue, That gives not half so great a blow to hear As will a chestnut in a farmer's fire? Tush, tush! fear boys with bugs.!"

"Do as adversaries do in law, — Strive mightily, but eat and drink as friends."

"She is your treasure, she must have a husband; I must dance barefoot on her wedding day And for your love to her lead apes in hell."

"I'll attend her here, And woo her with some spirit when she comes. Say that she rail, why then I'll tell her plain She sings as sweetly as a nightingale. Say that she frown, I'll say she looks as clear As morning roses newly wash'd with dew. Say she be mute and will not speak a word, Then I'll commend her volubility, And say she uttereth piercing eloquence. If she do bid me pack, I'll give her thanks, As though she bid me stay by her a week. If she deny to wed, I'll crave the day When I shall ask the banns, and when be married."

"You lie, in faith; for you are call'd plain Kate, And bonny Kate, and sometimes Kate the curst; But Kate, the prettiest Kate in Christendom, Kate of Kate Hall, my super-dainty Kate, For dainties are all cates: and therefore, Kate, Take this of me, Kate of my consolation; — Hearing thy mildness prais'd in every town, Thy virtues spoke of, and thy beauty sounded, (Yet not so deeply as to thee belongs,) — Myself am mov'd to woo thee for my wife."

"Petruchio: Come, come, you wasp; i' faith, you are too angry. Katherina: If I be waspish, best beware my sting. Petruchio: My remedy is, then, to pluck it out. Katherina: Ay, if the fool could find it where it lies. Petruchio: Who knows not where a wasp does wear his sting? In his tail. Katherina: In his tongue. Petruchio: Whose tongue? Katherina: Yours, if you talk of tales; and so farewell. Petruchio: What! with my tongue in your tail? Nay, come again, Good Kate; I am a gentleman. Katherina: That I'll try. [Striking him.] Petruchio: I swear I'll cuff you if you strike again. Katherina: So may you lose your arms: If you strike me, you are no gentleman; And if no gentleman, why then no arms."

"'Twas told me you were rough, and coy, and sullen, And now I find report a very liar; For thou art pleasant, gamesome, passing courteous, But slow in speech, yet sweet as spring-time flowers. Thou canst not frown, thou canst not look askance, Nor bite the lip, as angry wenches will; Nor hast thou pleasure to be cross in talk; But thou with mildness entertain'st thy wooers; With gentle conference, soft and affable. Why does the world report that Kate doth limp? O slanderous world! Kate, like the hazel-twig Is straight and slender, and as brown in hue As hazel-nuts, and sweeter than the kernels. O! let me see thee walk: thou dost not halt."

"Old fashions please me best; I am not so nice To change true rules for odd inventions."

"Who woo'd in haste, and means to wed at leisure."

"To me she's married, not unto my clothes."

"Thereby hangs a tale."

"What, is the jay more precious than the lark, Because his feathers are more beautiful?"

"My cake is dough."

"Fie, fie! unknit that threatening unkind brow, And dart not scornful glances from those eyes To wound thy lord, thy king, thy governor: It blots thy beauty as frosts do bite the meads, Confounds thy fame as whirlwinds shake fair buds, And in no sense is meet or amiable. A woman mov'd is like a fountain troubled, Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty; And while it is so, none so dry or thirsty Will deign to sip or touch one drop of it. Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper, Thy head, thy sovereign; one that cares for thee, And for thy maintenance commits his body To painful labour both by sea and land, To watch the night in storms, the day in cold, Whilst thou liest warm at home, secure and safe; And craves no other tribute at thy hands But love, fair looks, and true obedience; Too little payment for so great a debt. Such duty as the subject owes the prince, Even such a woman oweth to her husband; And when she is froward, peevish, sullen, sour, And not obedient to his honest will, What is she but a foul contending rebel And graceless traitor to her loving lord? — I am asham'd that women are so simple To offer war where they should kneel for peace, Or seek for rule, supremacy, and sway, When they are bound to serve, love, and obey. Why are our bodies soft and weak and smooth, Unapt to toll and trouble in the world, But that our soft conditions and our hearts Should well agree with our external parts? Come, come, you froward and unable worms! My mind hath been as big as one of yours, My heart as great, my reason haply more, To bandy word for word and frown for frown; But now I see our lances are but straws, Our strength as weak, our weakness past compare, That seeming to be most which we indeed least are. Then vail your stomachs, for it is no boot, And place your hands below your husband's foot: In token of which duty, if he please, My hand is ready; may it do him ease."

"Come on and kiss me, Kate !"

"If music be the food of love, play on; Give me excess of it; that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. — That strain again; it had a dying fall: O, it came o'er my ear, like the sweet sound That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing, and giving odour! Enough! No more. 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before."

"Conceal me what I am; and be my aid For such disguise as, haply, shall become The form of my intent."

"I am sure care's an enemy to life."

"I have them at my fingers' ends."

"Wherefore are these things hid? Wherefore have these gifts a curtain before 'em?"

"Is it a world to hide virtues in?"

"Many a good hanging prevents a bad marriage..."

"Olivia: Go to, you're a dry fool; I'll no more of you; besides, you grow dishonest. Feste: Two faults, madonna, that drink and good counsel will amend: for give the dry fool drink, then is the fool not dry; bid the dishonest man mend himself; if he mend, he is no longer dishonest; if he cannot, let the botcher mend him; any thing that's mended is but patched; virtue that transgresses is but patched with sin; and sin that amends is but patched with virtue."

"Olivia: What's a drunken man like, fool? Feste: Like a drowned man, a fool, and a madman: one draught above heat makes him a fool; the second mads him; and a third drowns him."

"We will draw the curtain, and show you the picture."

"’T is beauty truly blent, whose red and white Nature’s own sweet and cunning hand laid on: Lady, you are the cruell’st she alive If you will lead these graces to the grave, And leave the world no copy."

"Make me a willow cabin at your gate, And call upon my soul within the house; Write loyal cantons of contemned love, And sing them loud even in the dead of night; Holla your name to the reverberate hills, And make the babbling gossip of the air Cry out."

"O Time, thou must untangle this, not I; It is too hard a knot for me t' untie."

"O mistress mine, where are you roaming? O stay and hear: your true-love's coming, That can sing both high and low: Trip no further, pretty sweeting; Journeys end in lovers' meeting, Every wise man’s son doth know."

"What is love? 'Tis not hereafter; Present mirth hath present laughter; What's to come is still unsure: In delay there lies no plenty; Then come kiss me, sweet-and-twenty: Youth's a stuff will not endure."

"He does it with a better grace, but I do it more natural."

"Is there no respect of place, persons, nor time in you?"

"Sir Toby: Art any more than a steward? Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale? Feste: Yes, by Saint Anne; and ginger shall be hot i’ the mouth too."

"My purpose is, indeed, a horse of that colour."

"These most brisk and giddy-paced times."

"Let still the woman take An elder than herself: so wears she to him, So sways she level in her husband's heart: For, boy, however we do praise ourselves, Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm, More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn, Than women's are."

"Then let thy love be younger than thyself, Or thy affection cannot hold the bent."

"The spinsters and the knitters in the sun And the free maids that weave their thread with bones Do use to chant it: it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age."

"Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid; Fly away, fly away, breath; I am slain by a fair cruel maid."

"Orsino: And what's her history? Viola: A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek: she pin'd in thought, And, with a green and yellow melancholy, She sat like Patience on a monument, Smiling at grief. Was not this love, indeed?"

"I am all the daughters of my father's house, And all the brothers too."

"This is my lady's hand these be her very C's, her U's and her T's and thus makes she her great P's."

"An you had any eye behind you, you might see more detraction at your heels than fortunes before you."

"Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon 'em."

"Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb, like the sun; it shines everywhere."

"O, what a deal of scorn looks beautiful In the contempt and anger of his lip!"

"Love sought is good, but given unsought, is better."

"Let there be gall enough in thy ink; though thou write with a goose-pen, no matter."

"I think we do know the sweet Roman hand."