Caesar: Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, it seems to me most strange that men should fear; seeing that death, a necessary end, will come when it will come.
Troilus: Are there such? Such are not we. Praise us as we are
tasted, allow us as we prove; our head shall go bare till merit
crown it. No perfection in reversion shall have a praise in
present. We will not name desert before his birth; and, being
born, his addition shall be humble.
Agrippa: Royal wench!
She made great Caesar lay his sword to bed.
He plowed her, and she cropped.
King Henry: Forbear to judge, for we are sinners all.
MP: What would you do if you woke up one morning and you couldn't remember who you were? What life would you choose to live if you could live any life you wanted? If you could hold on to just one memory, what would that memory be?
Marco: All these humans look alike... always in a hurry to get nowhere.
Iago: Pleasure and action make the hours seem short.
Rosalind: The sight of lovers feedeth those in love.
Laertes: Too much of water hast thou, poor Ophelia, and therefore I forbid my tears.
Volumnia: For in such business action is eloquence.