Never mind

Holla, ho, Curtis!

This is my fault.

Free speech and fearless I to thee allow.

’Tis thought, my lord, that you took bribes

For our enemies shall fall before us, inspir’d with the spirit of putting down kings and princes

God hath given you one face, and you make yourselves another.

Silence!

my sword had not impressure made Of our rank feud

Measureless liar

O how full of briers is this working-day world!

I will not stay tonight for all the town: Therefore away, to get our stuff aboard.

Let’s mock them still

And art made tongue-tied by authority

Though by the tenor of our strict edict, Your exposition misinterpreting, We might proceed to cancel of your days

Fly, fly, fly!

Journeys end in lovers meeting

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

Hag-seed, hence!

Be not afraid.

That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which against the cold, Bare ruin’d choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.

What, Robert!

Come hither, spirit.

"Fair is foul, and foul is fair" @shakespeare.lol was famously a big baseball fan.

O, understand my drift.

They are the books, the arts, the academes, That show, contain, and nourish all the world

From hence to Enverness

Here is my journey’s end, here is my butt And very sea-mark of my utmost sail.

thou hast a mind that suits With this thy fair and outward character.

[Throws up another skull.]

civil as an orange

God sends a curst cow short horns

Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy

A huge translation of hypocrisy, Vilely compiled, profound simplicity. - Love's Labour Lost (V, 2)

And now I find report a very liar

Why, man, he’s a very devil, I have not seen such a firago.

Now is the sun upon the highmost hill Of this day’s journey

how many ages hence shall this our lofty scene be acted over in states unborn and accents yet unknown

Mark’d ye his words?

The evil that men do lives after them

he would Have been so brief with you to shorten you, For taking so the head, your whole head’s length

Speak plainly

Well then

But even the very middle of my heart Is warm’d by th’ rest—and take it thankfully.

O Scotland, Scotland!

One touch of nature makes the whole world kin

O, learn’d indeed were that astronomer That knew the stars as I his characters; He’ld lay the future open.

What peer hath been suborn’d to grate on you? That you should seal this lawless bloody book

O, he sends you for a picture?

so dishonored in the court