For the rain it raineth every day.

“Fear not, till Birnan wood Do come to Dunsinane,” and now a wood Comes toward Dunsinane.

This bad begins and worse remains behind.

This bad begins and worse remains behind.

white and azure lac’d With blue of heaven’s own tinct.

Madam, we’ll play at bowls.

Pause there, Morocco, And weigh thy value with an even hand.

Are there such games today?

Men are but gilded loam or painted clay.

here’s my passport.

O hell! What have we here?

"My crown is in my heart, not on my head; Not deck'd with diamonds and Indian stones, Nor to be seen: my crown is called content; A crown it is that seldom kings enjoy." @shakespeare.lol Henry VI, Part 3 (Act 3, Scene 1)

Go to, sir, you were beaten in Italy

Fly, fly, fly!

O ho, do you mark that?

My thoughts and wishes bend again toward France

Who shall say me nay?

Ian McKellen performs “The Strangers’ Case” speech from “Sir Thomas More” on Colbert.

Come, here is the map. Shall we divide our right

Why, Master Mayor, why stand you in a doubt?

“Behold!” The jaws of darkness do devour it up: So quick bright things come to confusion.

Where is she, sir? How Can her contempt be answer’d?

Welcome to Paris.

The shadow of my sorrow! Ha, let’s see. ’Tis very true, my grief lies all within, And these external manners of laments Are merely shadows to the unseen grief That swells with silence in the tortur’d soul.

’Twould be too tedious to repeat

but we do launch Diseases in our bodies.

[Enter Puck]

The picture of an angry chafing boar

Sir, I shall not be slack

they say an old man is twice a child.

Farewell to you, and you, and you,

Out, out, brief candle!

Why, yet thy scandal were not wip’d away

Patience, good lady, wizards know their times.

Exeunt, leading Katherine.

Silence that fellow.

And ’a speak any thing against me, I’ll take him down

And, when they stand against you, may they fall

Honor, health, and compassion to the Senate!

O my poor kingdom, sick with civil blows!

Most rightful judge!

You know the way home again.

boss’d with pearl

Mad call I it, for to define true madness, What is’t but to be nothing else but mad? But let that go.

Can a weak empty vessel bear such a huge full hogshead?

[She strikes him.]

send her straight away.

You are most hot and furious when you win.

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’Tis thought, my lord, that you took bribes