Juliet: My bounty is as boundless as the sea,
My love as deep; the more I give to thee,
The more I have, for both are infinite.
Antonio: The Hebrew will turn Christian. He grows kind.
Bassanio: I like not fair terms and a villain's mind.
Titania: Thou art as wise as thou art beautiful.
King: Praising what is lost
Makes the remembrance dear. Well, call him hither;
We are reconciled, and the first view shall kill
All repetition: let him not ask our pardon.
Longaville: He weeds the corn, and still lets grow the weeding.
Boy: I did never know so full a voice issue from so empty a heart. But the saying is true: "The empty vessel makes the greatest sound."
Shallow: Though we are justices and doctors and
Churchmen, Master Page, we have some salt of our
Youth in us; we are the sons of women, Master Page.
Hamlet: I once did hold it, as our statists do, a baseness to write fair and labour'd much how to forget that learning, but, sir, now it did me yeoman's service.
Prospero: This gallant which thou seest
Was in the wreck. And, but he's something stain'd
With grief, that's beauty's canker, thou mightst
Call him a goodly person.
Sampson: Gregory, o' my word, we'll not carry coals.
Gregory: No, for then we should be colliers.