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Shakespeare quotes on starThat this huge stage presenteth nought but shows Whereon the stars in secret influence comment So flatter I the swart-complexioned night, When sparkling stars twire not thou gild'st the even One in ten, quoth 'a! An we might have a good woman born before every blazing star, or at an earthquake, 'twould mend the lottery well Of a certain knight that swore by his honour they were good pancakes, and swore by his honour the mustard was naught But if you swear by that that not, you are not forsworn; no more was this knight, swearing by his honour, for he never had any; or if he had, he had sworn it away before ever he saw those pancackes or that mustard My first son, Whither wilt thou go? Take good Cominius With thee awhile; determine on some course More than a wild exposture to each chance That starts i' th' way before thee Your hand- a covenant! We will have these things set down by lawful counsel, and straight away for Britain, lest the bargain should catch cold and starve The benediction of these covering heavens Fall on their heads like dew! for they are worthy To inlay heaven with stars Alas, how is't with you, That you do bend your eye on vacancy, And with th' encorporal air do hold discourse? Forth at your eyes your spirits wildly peep; And, as the sleeping soldiers in th' alarm, Your bedded hairs, like life in excrements, Start up and stand an end Nay, then I cannot blame his cousin king, That wish'd him on the barren mountains starve What talkest thou to me of the hangman? If I hang, I'll make a fat pair of gallows; for if I hang, old Sir John hangs with me, and thou knowest he is no starveling Poins! Source: THE FIRST PART OF KING HENRY THE FOURTH Of my nation? What ish my nation? Ish a villain, and a bastard, and a knave, and a rascal By faith and honour, Our madams mock at us and plainly say Our mettle is bred out, and they will give Their bodies to the lust of English youth To new-store France with bastard warriors Thus far, with rough and all-unable pen, Our bending author hath pursu'd the story, In little room confining mighty men, Mangling by starts the full course of their glory Is Talbot slain? Then I will slay myself, For living idly here in pomp and ease, Whilst such a worthy leader, wanting aid, Unto his dastard foemen is betray'd Convey me Salisbury into his tent, And then we'll try what these dastard Frenchmen dare We have guided by thee hitherto, And of thy cunning had no diffidence; One sudden foil shall never breed distrust BASTARD See where he lies inhearsed in the arms Of the most bloody nurser of his harms! BASTARD Pirates may make cheap pennyworths of their pillage, And purchase friends, and give to courtezans, Still revelling like lords till all be gone; While as the silly owner of the goods Weeps over them and wrings his hapless hands And shakes his head and trembling stands aloof, While all is shar'd and all is borne away, Ready to starve and dare not touch his own My uncles both are slain in rescuing me; And all my followers to the eager foe Turn back and fly, like ships before the wind, Or lambs pursu'd by hunger-starved wolves Enter ROBERT FAULCONBRIDGE and PHILIP, his bastard brother What men are you? BASTARD My gracious liege, when that my father liv'd, Your brother did employ my father much- BASTARD Shall then my father's will be of no force To dispossess that child which is not his? BASTARD Whether hadst thou rather be a Faulconbridge, And like thy brother, to enjoy thy land, Or the reputed son of Coeur-de-lion, Lord of thy presence and no land beside? BASTARD Where is that slave, thy brother? Where is he That holds in chase mine honour up and down? BASTARD Hast thou conspired with thy brother too, That for thine own gain shouldst defend mine honour? What means this scorn, thou most untoward knave? BASTARD O, well did he become that lion's robe That did disrobe the lion of that robe! BASTARD France, shall we knit our pow'rs And lay this Angiers even with the ground; Then after fight who shall be king of it? BASTARD Exit HUBERT with PETER O my gentle cousin, Hear'st thou the news abroad, who are arriv'd? BASTARD Would not my lords return to me again After they heard young Arthur was alive? BASTARD [Trumpet sounds] What lusty trumpet thus doth summon us? Enter the BASTARD, attended BASTARD What's that to thee? Why may I not demand Of thine affairs as well as thou of mine? BASTARD What surety of the world, what hope, what stay, When this was now a king, and now is clay? BASTARD have ungently, Brutus, Stole from my bed; and yesternight at supper You suddenly arose and walk'd about, Musing and sighing, with your arms across; And when I ask'd you what the matter was, You stared upon me with ungentle looks Fut! I should have been that I am, had the maidenliest star in the firmament twinkled on my bastardizing The goodyears shall devour 'em, flesh and fell, Ere they shall make us weep! We'll see 'em starv'd first [Reads] 'Great deputy, the welkin's vicegerent and sole dominator of Navarre, my soul's earth's god and body's fost'ring patron'- COSTARD 'sorted and consorted, contrary to thy established proclaimed edict and continent canon; which, with, O, with- but with this I passion to say wherewith-' COSTARD Boy, I do love that country girl that I took in the park with the rational hind Costard; she deserves well Good Master Parson, be so good as read me this letter; it was given me by Costard, and sent me from Don Armado What zeal, what fury hath inspir'd thee now? My love, her mistress, is a gracious moon; She, an attending star, scarce seen a light 'Cuckoo; Cuckoo, cuckoo'- O word of fear, Unpleasing to a married ear! WINTER When icicles hang by the wall, And Dick the shepherd blows his nail, And Tom bears logs into the hall, And milk comes frozen home in pail, When blood is nipp'd, and ways be foul, Then nightly sings the staring owl When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl I have supp'd full with horrors; Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts, Cannot once start me Nay, if there be no remedy for it, but that you will needs buy and sell men and women like beasts, we shall have all the world drink brown and white bastard As fast lock'd up in sleep as guiltless labour When it lies starkly in the traveller's bones You would be, sweet madam, if your miseries were in the same abundance as your good fortunes are; and yet, for aught I see, they are as sick that surfeit with too much as they that starve with nothing There is but one hope in it that can do you any good, and that is but a kind of bastard hope, neither Thy currish spirit Govern'd a wolf who, hang'd for human slaughter, Even from the gallows did his fell soul fleet, And, whilst thou layest in thy unhallowed dam, Infus'd itself in thee; for thy desires Are wolfish, bloody, starv'd and ravenous How melancholies I am! I will knog his urinals about his knave's costard when I have goot opportunities for the ork Pinch him, fairies, mutually; Pinch him for his villainy; Pinch him and burn him and turn him about, Till candles and star-light and moonshine be out If her breath were as terrible as her terminations, there were no living near her; she would infect to the North Star In honest plainness thou hast heard me say My daughter is not for thee; and now, in madness, Being full of supper and distempering draughts, Upon malicious bravery, dost thou come To start my quiet Look you pale, mistress? Do you perceive the gastness of her eye? Nay, if you stare, we shall hear more anon thou dost suspect That I have been disloyal to thy bed And that he is a bastard, not thy son No, so God help me, they spake not a word; But, like dumb statues or breathing stones, Star'd each on other, and look'd deadly pale In brief, for so the season bids us be, Prepare thy battle early in the morning, And put thy fortune to the arbitrement Of bloody strokes and mortal-staring war At my poor house look to behold this night Earth-treading stars that make dark heaven light Husht, master! Here's some good pastime toward; That wench is stark mad or wonderful froward Say, wall-ey'd slave, whither wouldst thou convey This growing image of thy fiend-like face? Why dost not speak? What, deaf? Not a word? A halter, soldiers! Hang him on this tree, And by his side his fruit of bastardy What dost thou mean? Is it a world to hide virtues in? I did think, by the excellent constitution of thy leg, it was form'd under the star of a galliard I left no ring with her; what means this lady? Fortune forbid my outside have not charm'd her! She made good view of me; indeed, so much That methought her eyes had lost her tongue, For she did speak in starts distractedly Sir, the year growing ancient, Not yet on summer's death nor on the birth Of trembling winter, the fairest flow'rs o' th' season Are our carnations and streak'd gillyvors, Which some call nature's bastards We are not, sir, nor are we like to be; The stars, I see, will kiss the valleys first 'For further I could say this man's untrue, And knew the patterns of his foul beguiling; Heard where his plants in others' orchards grew; Saw how deceits were gilded in his smiling; Knew vows were ever brokers to defiling; Thought characters and words merely but art, And bastards of his foul adulterate heart Quotes for: Shakespeare Quotes
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