Richard III (play)

"I passd, methought, the melancholy flood, With that grim ferryman which poets write of, Unto the kingdom of perpetual night."

"Lady Anne: Villain, thou knowst no law of God nor man; No beast so fierce but knows some touch of pity. Richard: But I know none, and therefore am no beast."

"Was ever woman in this humour wood? Was ever woman in this humour won? Ill have her; — but I will not keep her long."

"To leave this keen encounter of our wits."

"Look, how this ring encompasseth thy finger, Even so thy breast encloseth my poor heart; Wear both of them, for both of them are thine."

"I cannot tell: the world is grown so bad, That wrens make prey where eagles dare not perch: Since every Jack became a gentleman, Theres many a gentle person made a Jack."

"O, I have passd a miserable night, So full of ugly sights, of ghastly dreams, That, as I am a christian-faithful man, I would not spend another such a night, Though twere to buy a world of happy days. — So full of dismal terror was the time!"

"But then I sigh, and, with a piece of scripture, Tell them that God bids us do good for evil: And thus I clothe my naked villainy With odd old ends, stoln out of holy writ; And seem a saint, when most I play the devil."

"A sweeter and a lovelier gentleman, — Framd in the prodigality of nature, Young, valiant, wise, and, no doubt, right royal, — The spacious world cannot again afford."

"Thy friends suspect for traitors while thou livst, And take deep traitors for thy dearest friends! No sleep close up that deadly eye of thine, Unless it be while some tormenting dream Affrights thee with a hell of ugly devils! Thou elvish-markd, abortive, rooting hog! Thou that wast seald in thy nativity The slave of nature and the son of hell! Thou slander of thy heavy mothers womb! Thou loathed issue of thy fathers loins! Thou rag of honour! thou detested—"

"Clarence is come; false, fleeting, perjured Clarence, That stabbed me in the field by Tewksbury; Seize on him, Furies, take him to your torments!"

"Talkers are no good doers: be assurd, We go to use our hands, and not our tongues."