So hated

Peace, doting wizard, peace!

I say they nourish’d disobedience, fed The ruin of the state.

On my life, my lord, a bubble.

An evil soul producing holy witness Is like a villain with a smiling cheek, A goodly apple rotten at the heart.

Lord, Lord, how subject we old men are to this vice of lying!

And how doth my good cousin Silence?

Tut, tut, thou art all ice, thy kindness freezes.

Chaos is come again.

No port is free, no place That guard and most unusual vigilance Does not attend my taking.

Free lords, cold snow melts with the sun’s hot beams

Bacon-fed knaves! They hate us youth.

My affairs Do even drag me homeward

Hark, the game is rous’d!⁠—

it is very hot.

Die, perish!

Such friends are thine enemies, knave.

The King is mad

Provide me soldiers, lords, Whiles I take order for mine own affairs.

"Yet their own authors faithfully affirm That the land Salique is in Germany..." @shakespeare.lol

How dost thou, chuck?

This is a dreadful sentence.

What is the matter?

Thou canst not frown, thou canst not look askaunce

Thou cold sciatica, Cripple our senators, that their limbs may halt As lamely as their manners!

Bleed, bleed, poor country!

You have no employment for me?

No slander; they steal hearts

he is not guilty.

You are full of pretty answers

Ay, but the feet were lame, and could not bear themselves without the verse, and therefore stood lamely in the verse.

Come, sir, come, sir, come, sir; foh, sir, why, you bald-pated, lying rascal, you must be hooded, must you? Show your knave’s visage, with a pox to you!

leave us to our free election.

HORATIO There’s no offense, my lord. HAMLET Yes, by Saint Patrick, but there is, Horatio, And much offense too.

[Exit Kent.]

What of him?

I do not ask you much, I beg cold comfort; and you are so strait And so ingrateful, you deny me that.

Forbear to judge, for we are sinners all.

Not that anyone cares, but a contemporaneous letter emerged in 2025 that shows Anne Hathaway living with Shakespeare in Trinity Lane, near today’s Mansion House

Speak hands for me! [They stab Caesar.]

“You gods, it doth amaze me. A man of such a feeble temper should So get the start of the majestic world And bear the palm alone”.

What means this shouting? I do fear, the people Choose Caesar for their king.

[Applebees, the ides of March, 44BC] Caesar: i’ll have the salad Cleopatra: me too, it’s my salad day Waiter: et tu, brute ? Brutus: *opens napkin* oh great. no knife Caesar: what Brutus: what

The evil that men do lives after them

CAESAR The ides of March are come. SOOTHSAYER Ay, Caesar; but not gone.

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Your date is better in your pie

Is not tomorrow, boy, the ides of March?

An upright judge, a learned judge!

So many miseries have craz’d my voice That my woe-wearied tongue is still and mute.