Bard on the Beach Fireworks, Win Tickets
byWhen the Celebration of Light fireworks schedule collides with Bard on the Beach there’s no reason to miss one or the other. Two of the most-loved summertime activities in Vancouver combine at Vanier Park as Bard on the Beach presents its special “Bard-B-Q” event. On July 30th, August 3rd, and August 6th you can enjoy Shakespeare under the tents, a salmon barbecue during an extended intermission, and following the production you’ll move to a private seating area for the fireworks in English Bay.
This event always sells out and is a joint fundraiser for Bard on the Beach and the H.R. MacMillan Space Centre (a $25 tax receipt is issued for your ticket purchase). This season Bard on the Beach presents As You Like It and The Merchant of Venice under the main tent.
If you would like to enjoy this one-of-a-kind event on a simmering summer evening by the water, I have a pair of tickets to give away. The winner and a guest will receive tickets for the August 3rd event and the performance of As You Like It. This also includes dessert and coffee after the show and front row seats for the fireworks. Total value is $210.
Here’s how you can enter to win:
I will draw one winner at random from all entries at 12:00pm July 20, 2011. Follow @BardontheBeach on Twitter throughout the season for updates and specials.
Update The winner is Treena!
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This above all: to thine own self be true.
Be not afraid of greatness
A long farewell to all my greatness!
To sleep, perchance to dream
This above all: to thine own self be true.
What in a name, when that which we call a rose, by any other name, would still smell as sweet
Go, girl, seek happy nights to happy days.
To be, or not to be: that is the question
There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio
favourite Shakespeare line comes from the ending soliloquy by Puck in A Midsummer Night’s Dream:
If we shadows have offended,
Think but this, and all is mended,
That you have but slumber’d here
While these visions did appear.
And this weak and idle theme,
No more yielding but a dream,
Gentles, do not reprehend:
if you pardon, we will mend:
And, as I am an honest Puck,
If we have unearned luck
Now to ‘scape the serpent’s tongue,
We will make amends ere long;
Else the Puck a liar call;
So, good night unto you all.
Give me your hands, if we be friends,
And Robin shall restore amends.
O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?
Bard is so romantic. Love the salmon bbq they have every year.
We are such stuff as dreams are made on
Get thee to a nunn’ry, why woulds’t thou be a breeder of
sinners?
Would live this prize it has been so long since we have been there it would be wonderful.
“If music be the food of love, play on…”
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, and therefore is winged Cupid painted blind. (Midsummer Night’s Dream)
My bounty is as deep as the sea,
My love as deep; the more I give to thee,
The more I have, for both are infinite.
Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo…
Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
To be or not to be, that is the question!
“A college of wit-crackers could not flout me out of my humour.” (Much Ado About Nothing)
What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.
There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
But soft, what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
Now I am alone.
O what a rogue and peasant slave am I!
Is it not monstrous that this player here
But in fiction, in a dream of passion
Could so force his soul to his own conceit
that from its working all his visage waned
tears in his eyes, distraction in his aspect
And all for nothing – for Hecuba!
to sleep perchance to dream….of seeing Bard on the Beach for the first time……
If she should make tender of her love, ’tis very possible he’ll scorn it; for the man, as you know all, hath a contemptible spirit. (Much Ado About Nothing)
the very pin of his heart cleft with the blind bow-boy’s butt-shaft!
Mercutio
“Brevity is the soul of wit.”
If music be the food of love, play on;
A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse!
When he is best, he is a little worse than a man; and when he is worst, he is little better than a beast.
Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou, Romeo?
Poor Brutus, with himself at war,
Forgets the shows of love to other men.
With three-fold love I wish you all these three.
Thus the whirligig of time brings in his revenges.
“This above all: to thine own self be true”
But love is blind, and lovers cannot see The pretty follies that themselves commit.
Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou, Romeo
To me,fair friend,you never can be old
If music be the food of love, play on
For man is a giddy thing.
“Parting is such sweet sorrow”
“Now is the winter of our discontent”
Get thee to a nunnery!!
Out, damn’d spot! out, I say!
“All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players…”
This castle hath a pleasant seat; the air
Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself
Unto our gentle senses.
What a piece of work is man! How noble in reason! How infinite in faculty. In form, in moving, how express and admirable. In action, how like an angel. In apprehension, how like a god!
Hamlet, Act II, scene II
“Have we no wine here?” Coriolanus: Act 1 Scene 9 🙂
“A horse, a horse, my kingdom for a horse” – Richard III
All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players
I am one, sir, that comes to tell you your daughter
and the Moor are now making the beast with two backs.
Othello, Act I, Scene 1.
This above all: to thine own self be true.
To be or not to be, that is the question!
Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind.
Who taught thee how to make me love thee more
To be or not to be, that is the question!
The Lady doth protest too much!
i love the Bard, we’ve been going since day one. would love to see this production and the fireworks!
To be or not to be, that is the question!
“..be patient, for the world is broad and wide..” – Romeo and Juliet
“To be, or not to be: that is the question”
If music be the food of love, play on.
If you prick me, do I not bleed?-Shylock, The Merchant of Venice
“Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou, Romeo?”
Puck:”Lord, what fools these mortals be!”
“You are such stuff as dreams are made of”
Be not afraid of greatness
All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages.
Better a witty fool than a foolish wit.
to be or not to be, that is the question
“Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date . . . .”
The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool
Out, out damned spot!
This above all: to thine own self be true
To be, or not to be, that is the question….
“They have been at a great feast of languages,
and stol’n the scraps.” – Moth, Love’s Labor Lost
Reputation, reputation, reputation! Oh, I have lost my reputation! I have lost the immortal part of myself, and what remains is bestial.
To be or not to be, that is the question.
“Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind.”
Me thinks he doth protest too much….
Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo…
To sleep, perchance to dream
So quick bright things come to confusion
Get thee to a nunnery!
Cry havoc, let slip the dogs of war
All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players.
My only love sprung from my only hate.
“What’s in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet.”
Be not afraid of greatness: some are born great, some achieve greatness and some have greatness thrust upon them.
He hath eaten me out of house and home, he hath
put all my substance into that fat belly of his: but I will have some
of it out again, or I will ride thee a-nights like the mare.
If music be the food of love, play on.
“Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good night till it be morrow”
Brilliant giveaway!
“To be, or not to be, that is the question:
Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them?” Hamlet
“I do desire we may be better strangers.”
Twelfth Night
Not yet old enough for a man, nor young enough for a boy; as a squash is before ’tis a peascod, or a cooling when ’tis almost an apple:
Tell me where is fancy bred,
Or in the heart or in the head?
All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women players.
A thousand times goodnight.
To BBQ or not to BBq that is the question!
Something is rotten in the state of Denmark.
What have I done that thou darest wag thy tongue in noise so rude against me?
If music be the food of love, play on (Twelfth Night)
Is this a dagger which I see before me
“All the world’s a stage.”
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Thank you.
Romeo, Romeo… wherefore art thou Romeo?
“Now go we in content
To liberty, and not to banishment.”
“Be not afraid of greatness: some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.”
William Shakespeare
“Serve God, love me and mend. ”
– Benedick, Much Ado About Nothing
All that glisters is not gold
-The Merchant of Venice
To die to sleep perchance to dream
What dreams may come, When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause
To be, or not to be. That is the question.
But soft, what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
Is this a dagger which I see before me
A fool thinks himself to be wise, but a wise man knows himself to be a fool
Not in my house, Lucentio; for, you know,
Pitchers have ears, and I have many servants:
Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?
“To be, or not to be: that is the question”. – Hamlet
“The course of true love never did run smooth.”
O! I am Fortune’s fool.
I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano, A stage, where every man must play a part; And mine a sad one. The Merchant of Venice Quote Act i. scene. 1.
What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.
Your heart’s desires be with you!
To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them?
To be, or not to be: that is the question.
All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players
Parting is such sweet sorrow
” Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo??”
It’s already been said a couple times, but here’s another:
Out, damned spot! Out, I say!
That shall be ‘ere the set of sun!
If you prick us do we not bleed? If you tickle us do we not laugh? If you poison us do we not die? And if you wrong us shall we not revenge?
Better a witty fool than a foolish wit.
What a piece of work is a man! How noble in Reason! how infinite in faculties! in form and moving how express and admirable! In action how like an Angel! in apprehension how like a god! the beauty of the world! the paragon of animals!
To be or not to be, that is the question!
To be or not to be, that is the question!
The lady doth protest too much
To be or not to be. That is the question.
To be, or not to be: that is the question
“Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.”
“In time we hate that which we often fear.”
– Charmian, Antony & Cleopatra
To be or not to be. That is the question.
Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears
It is the East, and Juliet is the sun!
“Thou and I are too wise to woo peaceably.”
“O, wonderful, wonderful, and most wonderful wonderful!
and yet again wonderful, and after that out of all whooping.
All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages.
“Can one desire too much of a good thing?”
Good morrow, Kate, for that’s your name, I hear.
Fear not, till Birnam Wood do come to Dunsinane.
What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.
“Out, damn spot!”
Be not afraid of greatness
The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool
Be patient, for the world is broad & wide.
Et tu, Brute?
to be or not to be, that is the question!
If you prick us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die? And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?
Better a witty fool than a foolish wit.
“Out, out damn spot! What, will these hands ne’er be clean?”
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day
Parting is such sweet sorrow.
This above all: to thine own self be true.
Neither a borrower nor a lender be (me: for the record, I don’t believe the latter part of that quote!)
All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players
What light through yonder window breaks?
Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows.
“Better a witty fool than a foolish wit”
“Thou know’st that all my fortunes are at sea. Neither have I money nor commodity.”
To be or not to be, that is the question
Double, double, toil and trouble: Fire burn and cauldron bubble
“Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind.”
To sleep, perchance to dream.
O, beware, my lord, of jealousy!
It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock
The meat it feeds on.
Many a morning hath he there been seen,
With tears augmenting the fresh morning dew.
Adding to clouds more clouds with his deep sighs;
But all so soon as the all-cheering sun
Nothing can come of nothing
All the world’s a stage.
This above all: to thine own self be true.
To be or not to be, that is the question!
Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows.
“But soft, what light through yonder window breaks?”
tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow creeps in this petty pace from day to day
This above all: to thine own self be true
To be, or not to be: that is the question
Et tu, Brute.
Double, double, toil and trouble,
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.
What dangers are you trying to lead me into, Cassius, that you want me to look inside myself for something that’s not there?
“Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind.”
O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?
“There was a pretty redness in his lip,
A little riper and more lusty red
Than that mix’d in his cheek;”
Lord, what fools these mortals be!
If music be the food of love, play on!
I love the verbal jousting in Much Ado:
BENEDICK
What, my dear Lady Disdain! are you yet living?
BEATRICE
Is it possible disdain should die while she hath
such meet food to feed it as Signior Benedick?
Courtesy itself must convert to disdain, if you come
in her presence.
BENEDICK
Then is courtesy a turncoat. But it is certain I
am loved of all ladies, only you excepted: and I
would I could find in my heart that I had not a hard
heart; for, truly, I love none.
BEATRICE
A dear happiness to women: they would else have
been troubled with a pernicious suitor. I thank God
and my cold blood, I am of your humour for that: I
had rather hear my dog bark at a crow than a man
swear he loves me.
BENEDICK
God keep your ladyship still in that mind! so some
gentleman or other shall ‘scape a predestinate
scratched face.
BEATRICE
Scratching could not make it worse, an ’twere such
a face as yours were.
How poor are they that have not patience!
“O happy dagger, this is thy sheath!”
“Frailty thy name is woman.”
I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow than a man swear he loves me.
“It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves.”
So true 🙂
This above all: to thine own self be true
O! I am Fortune’s fool.
To be, or not to be, that is the question
All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players
“Better a witty fool than a foolish wit.”
My bounty is as deep as the sea,
My love as deep; the more I give to thee,
The more I have, for both are infinite
To be, or not to be. That is the question.
“Good Night, Good Night. Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night til it be morrow.”
Women may fall when there’s no strength in men.
Lord, what fools these mortals be!
-A Midsummer Night’s Dream
Out, damned spot! out, I say!
– Lady Macbeth
What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.
Get thee to the nunnery! – Hamlet
To be or not to be, that is the question!
Out, damned spot, out, I say!
love is not love which alters when it alteration finds
You are a lover; borrow cupids wings
-Romeo and Juliet
To be or not to be, that is the question.
“Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?”
Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Rome
“My story being done, she gave me for my pains a world of sighs;
She swore, in faith ’twas strange, ’twas passing strange.” (Othello, Act 1)
“What’s in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet.”
The Comedy of Errors: “Was there ever any man thus beaten out of season, when in the why and the wherefore is neither rhyme nor reason?”
The quality of mercy is not strain’d,
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
“I have an exposition of sleep come upon me.”
“There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so”
from Hamlet
“We should be woo’d and were not made to woo.”
A Midsummer Night’s Dream (II, i, 242)
A fool thinks himself to be wise, but a wise man knows himself to be a fool.
To be or not to be.
Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow,
That I shall say good night till it be morrow
These words are razors to my wounded heart
Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!
What’s in a name?
To comment or not to comment, that is the question
All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages.
“Answer me in one word.” – selected because I do like brevity!
“O, what men dare do! What men may do! What men daily
do, not knowing what they do!”
A fool thinks himself to be wise, but a wise man knows himself to be a fool.
If music be the food of love, play on,
Give me excess of it; that surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die.
How far that little candle throws his beams. So shines a good deed in a weary world.
Shakespeare
I really love this one @tomgirlbc
They have been at a great feast of languages,
and stol’n the scraps – Love’s Labor’s Lost Act 5, scene 1, 32–39
“Fair is foul, and foul is fair”
All the world ‘s a stage, and all the men and women merely players. They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts.
“What’s in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet.”
The head is not more native to the heart.
to sleep perchance to dream
“A fool thinks himself to be wise, but a wise man knows himself to be a fool.”
If music be the food of love, play on.
Better a witty fool than a foolish wit.
All that glisters is not gold.
When shall we three meet again? In thunder, lightning or in rain? (MacBeth)
“Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind.”
O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?
“Fair is foul, and foul is fair”.
“This above all: to thine own self be true” Hamlet quote (Act I, Sc. III).
Taming of the Shrew:
“Why, there’s a wench! Come on, and kiss me, Kate.”
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
I absolutely love this quote. I first heard it in the movie Sense and Sensibility with Kate Winslet and Emma Thompson . Strangley Emma Thompson and the Mr. Willoughby character are now married in real life!
I will wear my heart upon my sleeve for daws to peck at -Shakespeare (Othello)
if music be the food of love play on
To be, or not to be, that is the question:
Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles
And by opposing end them.
Now is the winter of our discontent.
To be, or not to be
Romeo Romeo, Wherefore art thou Romeooooo
I love these events.
I do desire we may be better strangers.
Nothing like seat and listen to the beautiful shakespeare poesy.
To be, or not to be–that is the question:
Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune – Hamlet
“These violent delights have violent ends
And in their triumph die, like fire and powder,
Which as they kiss consume.”
Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more; it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.
It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves.
has to be the classic- “To be, or not to be: that is the question”
“The man that hath no music in himself,
Nor is not mov’d with concord of sweet sounds,
Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils.”
The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool.
“Oh spite! Oh hell! I see you all are bent to set against me for your merriment” ~ Midsummer Night’s Dream
What’s in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet.
“I am a great eater of beef and I believe that does harm to my wit.”
-Twelfth Night, act I, scene iii
Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow
To die, to sleep;
To sleep, perchance to dream – ay, there’s the rub:
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause – there’s the respect
That makes calamity of so long life.
-from the ghost speech in hamlet
When shall we three meet again, in thunder, lightning or in rain?
At least, that’s how I think Macbeth starts…
I do bite my thumb, sir.
“What’s in a name? A rose by any other name would smell as sweet”
‘Come, let’s away to prison:
We too alone will sing like birds I’ the cage;
When thou dost ask me blessing I’ll kneel down
And ask of thee forgiveness; so we’ll live,
And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh
At gilded butterflies…
Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this sun of York;
And all the clouds that lour’d upon our house
In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
“I do desire we may be better strangers”
Orlando in Act III Sc. II of As You Like It
To be or not to be
“And run through fire I would for thy sweet sake.”
To be, or not to be, that is the question
Oh what a fun idea!
Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow,
That I shall say good night till it be morrow.
BAM!
Now to ‘scape the serpent’s tongue
A rose by any other name would smell as sweet
Fair is foul, and foul is fair
A fool thinks himself to be wise, but a wise man knows himself to be a fool.
for there is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so
There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
The multitudinous seas incarnadine,
Making the green one red.
For my part, it was Greek to me.
If music be the food of love, play on.
all that glitters is not gold (but this is a gold prize)
I love you with so much of my heart that none is left to protest. -spoken by BEATRICE in Much Ado About Nothing
There is special providence in the fall of a sparrow
Off with his head!
There is no evil angel but Love
I am not a slut, though I thank the gods I am foul
To be or not to be, that is the question.
for there is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so
to sleep perchance to dream!
Do you bite your thumb at us, sir? … I do bite my thumb, sir.
Screw your courage to the sticking place!
Get thee to a nunnery
How far that little candle throws his beams!
So shines a good deed in a naughty world.
to sleep perchance to dream
“Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears”, -Julius Caesar
…Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark…
All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages.
Having nothing, nothing can he lose.
We have seen better days!
Parting is such sweet sorrow
To be, or not to be, that is the question:
I will wear my heart upon my sleeve for daws to peck at.
Othello
Romeo, Romeo, Wherefore are thou Romeo?
Life is a gamble, at terrible odds—if it was a bet you wouldn’t take it.
“Such is my love, to thee I so belong, That for thy right myself will bear all wrong.”
All our yesterdays are lighted fools, the way to dusty death.
When in the why and the wherefore is neither rhyme nor reason?
to be or not to be; that is the question.
To be, or not to be, that is the question:
It’s on the day of my husband birthday! It would be great to take him there.
Never been, but would love to go.
Life is a tale told by an idiot — full of sound and fury, signifying nothing
Forgot to enter quote..
To be or not to be: that is the question
Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good night till it be morrow
you are a fishmonger
Better a witty fool than a foolish wit
I am probably the only teenager entering this contest which leads me to wonder…
O! I am Fortune’s fool.
Hamlet –
“There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so”. – (Act II, Scene II).
All the world’s a stage,
be not afeard, the isle is full of noises,
sounds and sweet airs that give delight and hurtt not
Two households, both alike in dignity,
In fair Verona where we lay our scene.
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood, makes civil hands unclean.
Love the Romeo & Juliet prologue!!
If music be the food of love, play on
I’ve actually NEVER been but ALWAYS wanted to. My husband & I could use a date night away from kidlets and pets 🙂
Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more
O for a muse of fire
All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages
If thou be merciful,
Open the tomb, lay me with Juliet.
All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players.
What’s in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet;
To be or Not to be, That is the question …
Reading shakespeare and see shakespeare performed are 2 very different things.
Alas, poor Yorick! / I knew him, Horatio, a fellow of infinite /
jest, of most excellent fancy. He hath bore me on his back a /
thousand times, and now how abhorr’d in my imagination it is! /
My gorge rises at it. (Hamlet, act 5, scene 1)
would love to take the kids!
This above all: to thine own self be true.
“Who chooseth me shall have as much as he deserves”!
Did I deserve no more than a fool’s head?
Is that my prize? Are my deserts no better?
The Merchant of Venice
O Bloody Richard!
“Friends, romans, countrymen, lend me your ears.”
To sleep, perchance to dream
“Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good night till it be morrow”
O, I am fortune’s fool!
To be or not to be, that is the question
Get thee to a nunn’ry, why woulds’t thou be a breeder of
sinners?
If music be the food of love, play on.
The lady doth protest too much
Be not afraid of greatness
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind;
Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind
From Taming of the Shrew:
This is the way to kill a wife with kindness.
A fool thinks himself to be wise, but a wise man knows himself to be a fool.
What a piece of work is a man! how noble in reason!
how infinite in faculty! in form and moving how
express and admirable! in action how like an angel!
in apprehension how like a god! the beauty of the
world! the paragon of animals! And yet, to me,
what is this quintessence of dust? man delights not
me: no, nor woman neither, though by your smiling
you seem to say so.
Hamlet Act2 Scene2 – right before the play-within-a-play
To be or Not to be, That is the question …
To be, or not to be: that is the question
Tis the green eyed monster doth thou mock
Out, damned spot! out, I say!
Be not afraid of greatness: some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.
there is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.
Romeo and juliet :
Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much,
Which mannerly devotion shows in this;
For saints have hands that pilgrims’ hands do touch,
And palm to palm is holy palmers’ kiss.
Kiss me Kate, we will be married o’ Sunday.
I have no spur
To prick the sides of my intent, but only
Vaulting ambition, which o’erleaps itself,
And falls on th’other. . . .
“A hit, a very palpable hit!”
“let me play the moon”
“Our damn’d spot, out!” – Macbeth
Oops. That was a typo! I meant to write, “Out damn’d spot, out!”
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? – Sonnets:XVII
With love’s light wings did I o’er-perch these walls – Romeo & Juliet II ii
TO BE, or not to be………that is the question.