The Complete Works of William Shakespeare: Hamlet, Romeo and Juliet, Macbeth, Othello, The Tempest, King Lear, The Merchant of Venice, A Midsummer Night's ... Julius Caesar, The Comedy of Errors…

by William Shakespeare

hurly-burly’s

battle’s lost and won.

set of sun.

come, Graymalkin.

Fair is foul, and foul is fair, Hover through the fog and filthy air.

And oftentimes, to win us to our harm, The instruments of darkness tell us truths,

Two truths are told, As happy prologues to the swelling act Of the imperial theme.—I

both of thanks and payment

our duties Are to your throne and state children and servants;

Stars, hide your fires, Let not light see my black and deep desires;

these weïrd sisters saluted me,

my dearest partner of greatness,

Yet do I fear thy nature, It is too full o’ th’ milk of human kindness To catch the nearest way.

Art not without ambition, but without The illness should attend it.

Hie thee hither, That I may pour my spirits in thine ear,

Come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, And fill me from the crown to the toe topful Of direst cruelty! Make thick my blood, Stop up th’ access and passage to remorse,

And take my milk for gall,

This castle hath a pleasant seat,

If it were done, when ’tis done, then ’twere well It were done quickly.

trammel up the consequence, and catch With his surcease, success;

be the be-all and the end...

poison’d chalice

trumpet-tongu’d,

I have no spur To prick the sides of my intent, but only Vaulting ambition, which o’erleaps itself, And falls on th’ other—

He hath honor’d me of late,

Golden opinions from all sorts of people, Which would be worn now in their newest gloss, Not cast aside so soon.

Art thou afeard To be the same in thine own act and valor As thou art in desire?

I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares [do] more is none.

When you durst do it, then you were a man; And to be more than what you were, you would Be so much more the man.

I have given suck, and know How tender ’tis to love the babe that milks me; I would, while it was smiling in my face, Have pluck’d my nipple from his boneless gums, And dash’d the brains out,

But screw your courage to the sticking place,

Bring forth men-children only! For thy undaunted mettle should compose Nothing but males.

mock the time with fairest show: False face must hide what the false heart doth know.

Who’s there? Macb. A friend. Ban. What, sir, not yet at rest? the King’s a-bed.

This diamond

I dreamt last night of the three weïrd sisters:

I think not of them; Yet when we can entreat an hour to serve,

allegiance clear,

As the weïrd women promis’d,

I fear Thou play’dst most foully for’t;

should not stand in thy posterity, But that myself should be the root and...

why do you keep alone,

what’s done, is done.

We have scorch’d the snake, not kill’d it;

these terrible dreams That shake us nightly.

O, full of scorpions is my mind, dear wife!

black Hecat’s summons

Be innocent of the knowledge, dearest chuck, Till thou applaud the deed.

O, treachery! Fly, good Fleance, fly, fly, fly!

There’s but one down; the son is fled.