"O world, thy slippery turns! Friends now fast sworn, Whose double bosoms seems to wear one heart, Whose hours, whose bed, whose meal and exercise Are still together, who twin, as 't were, in love Unseparable, shall within this hour, On a dissension of a doit, break out To bitterest enmity: so, fellest foes, Whose passions and whose plots have broke their sleep To take the one the other, by some chance, Some trick not worth an egg, shall grow dear friends And interjoin their issues. So with me: — My birthplace hate I, and my love's upon This enemy town. — I'll enter: if he slay me, He does fair justice; if he give me way, I'll do his country service."

"His nature is too noble for the world: He would not flatter Neptune for his trident, Or Jove for’s power to thunder."

"But now 'tis odds beyond arithmetic; And manhood is call'd foolery, when it stands Against a falling fabric."

"Enough, with over-measure."

"Had I a dozen sons, — each in my love alike, and none less dear than thine and my good Marcius, — I had rather had eleven die nobly for their country, than one voluptuously surfeit out of action."

"If any think brave death outweighs bad life, and that his country's dearer than himself; let him alone, or so many so minded, wave thus, to express his disposition,"

"One that loves a cup of hot wine with not a drop of allaying Tiber in ’t."

"God-den to your worships. More of your conversation would infect my brain, being the herdsmen of the beastly plebeians."

"Let me o'erleap that custom, for I cannot"

"Many-headed multitude."

"If it be honour in your wars to seem The same you are not, (which, for your best ends, You adopt your policy) how is it less or worse, That it shall hold companionship in peace With honour, as in war, since that to both It stands in like request?"

"Third Servant: Where dwellest thou? Coriolanus: Under the canopy."

"Come, come, be every one officious To make this banquet; which I wish may prove More stern and bloody than the Centaurs' feast."

"If there be devils, would I were a devil, To live and burn in everlasting fire, So I might have your company in hell, But to torment you with my bitter tongue!"

"... the greatest dissertation on violence ever written."

"Villain, I have done thy mother."

"If there were reason for these miseries, Then into limits could I bind my woes: When heaven doth weep, doth not the earth o'erflow? If the winds rage, doth not the sea wax mad, Threatening the welkin with his big-swoln face? And wilt thou have a reason for this coil? I am the sea; hark, how her sighs do blow! She is the weeping welkin, I the earth: Then must my sea be moved with her sighs; Then must my earth with her continual tears Become a deluge, overflow'd and drown'd; For why my bowels cannot hide her woes, But like a drunkard must I vomit them. Then give me leave, for losers will have leave To ease their stomachs with their bitter tongues."

"Weke, weke! so cries a pig prepared to the spit."

"Madam, though Venus govern your desires, Saturn is dominator over mine: What signifies my deadly-standing eye, My silence and my cloudy melancholy, My fleece of woolly hair that now uncurls Even as an adder when she doth unroll To do some fatal execution? No, madam, these are no venereal signs: Vengeance is in my heart, death in my hand, Blood and revenge are hammering in my head."

"She is a woman, therefore may be woo'd; She is a woman, therefore may be won; She is Lavinia, therefore must be lov'd. What, man! more water glideth by the mill Than wots the miller of; and easy it is Of a cut loaf to steal a shive."

"O happy man! they have befriended thee. Why, foolish Lucius, dost thou not perceive That Rome is but a wilderness of tigers? Tigers must prey, and Rome affords no prey But me and mine: how happy art thou, then, From these devourers to be banished!"

"The eagle suffers little birds to sing."

"Content thee, prince; I will restore to thee The people's hearts, and wean them from themselves."

"In peace and honour rest you here, my sons; Rome's readiest champions, repose you here in rest, Secure from worldly chances and mishaps! Here lurks no treason, here no envy swells, Here grow no damned drugs, here are no storms, No noise, but silence and eternal sleep: In peace and honour rest you here, my sons!"

"The dismall'st day is this that e'er I saw, To be dishonour'd by my sons in Rome! Well, bury him, and bury me next."

"Even now I curse the day, — and yet, I think, Few come within the compass of my curse, — Wherein I did not some notorious ill; As kill a man, or else devise his death; Ravish a maid, or plot the way to do it; Accuse some innocent, and forswear myself; Set deadly enmity between two friends; Make poor men's cattle break their necks; Set fire on barns and hay-stacks in the night, And bid the owners quench them with their tears. Oft have I digg'd up dead men from their graves, And set them upright at their dear friends' doors, Even when their sorrows almost were forgot; And on their skins, as on the bark of trees, Have with my knife carved in Roman letters, Let not your sorrow die, though I am dead. Tut, I have done a thousand dreadful things As willingly as one would kill a fly; And nothing grieves me heartily indeed, But that I cannot do ten thousand more."

"My lord, be rul'd by me, be won at last; Dissemble all your griefs and discontents. You are but newly planted in your throne; Lest, then, the people, and patricians too, Upon a just survey, take Titus' part, And so supplant you for ingratitude, (Which Rome reputes to be a heinous sin,) Yield at entreats; and then let me alone: I'll find a day to massacre them all, And raze their faction and their family, The cruel father and his traitorous sons, To whom I sued for my dear son's life; And make them know, what 't is to let a queen Kneel in the streets and beg for grace in vain. — Come, come, sweet Emperor. — Come, Andronicus. — Take up this good old man, and cheer the heart That dies in tempest of thy angry frown."

"Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge."

"Oh cruel, irreligious piety!"

"Peace, peace! Dost thou not see my baby at my breast, That sucks the nurse asleep?"

"She shall be buried by her Antony: No grave upon the earth shall clip in it A pair so famous."

"Come, thou mortal wretch, With thy sharp teeth this knot intrinsicate Of life at once untie: poor venomous fool, Be angry, and dispatch. O, couldst thou speak, That I might hear thee call great Caesar Ass Unpolicied!"

"I have Immortal longings in me."

"I am fire and air; my other elements I give to baser life."

"Mechanic slaves With greasy aprons, rules, and hammers, shall Uplift us to the view; in their thick breath, Rank with gross diet, shall we be enclouded, And forc'd to drink their vapour."

"The death of Antony Is not a single doom; in the name lay A moiety of the world."

"The breaking of so great a thing should make A greater crack"

"Let me lament, With tears as sovereign as the blood of hearts, That thou, my brother, my competitor In top of all design, my mate in empire, Friend and companion in the front of war, The arm of mine own body, and the heart Where mine his thoughts did kindle,—that our stars, Unreconciliable, should divide Our equalness to this."

"Shall they hoist me up And show me to the shouting varletry Of censuring Rome? Rather a ditch in Egypt Be gentle grave unto me! rather on Nilus' mud Lay me stark naked, and let the water-flies Blow me into abhorring!"

"I am dying, Egypt, dying; only I here impórtune death a while, until Of many thousand kisses the poor last I lay upon thy lips."

"For his bounty, There was no winter in ’t; an autumn ’t was, That grew the more by reaping."

"If there be, or ever were, one such, It’s past the size of dreaming."

"Since Cleopatra died, I have liv’d in such dishonour, that the gods Detest my baseness."

"O, wither’d is the garland of the war! The soldier’s pole is fall'n; young boys and girls Are level now with men; the odds is gone, And there is nothing left remarkable Beneath the visiting moon."

"Antony: Sometime we see a cloud that’s dragonish; A vapour sometime like a bear or lion, A tower’d citadel, a pendent rock, A forked mountain, or blue promontory With trees upon ’t, that nod unto the world, And mock our eyes with air: thou hast seen these signs? They are black vesper's pageants. Enorbarbus: Ay, my lord. Antony: That which is now a horse, even with a thought The rack dislimns, and makes it indistinct, As water is in water."

"She looks like sleep, As she would catch another Antony In her strong toil of grace."

"Charmain: Be comforted, dear madam. Cleopatra: No, I will not. All strange and terrible events are welcome, But comforts we despise; our size of sorrow, Proportion'd to our cause, must be as great."

"The seven-fold shield of Ajax cannot keep The battery from my heart. O, cleave, my sides!"