The World Is Full of Knaves
There needs no ghost, my lord, come from the grave
To tell us this.
–Hamlet,
Act I, Scene v
There needs no ghost, my lord, come from the grave
To tell us this.
–Hamlet,
Act I, Scene v
What’s the matter, you dissentious rogues,
That, rubbing the poor itch of your opinion,
Make yourselves scabs?
–Coriolanus,
Act I, Scene i
Hang off, thou cat, thou burr! vile thing, let loose,
Or I will shake thee from me like a serpent!
—A Midsummer Night’s Dream,
Act III, Scene ii

Take her back again:
Give not this rotten orange to your friend…
—Much Ado About Nothing,
Act IV, Scene i

I pray you do not fall in love with me,
For I am falser than vows made in wine;
Besides, I like you not.
–As You Like It,
Act III, Scene v
Thou art a boil, a plague sore, an embossed carbuncle
in my corrupted blood… But I’ll not chide thee.
-King Lear,
Act II, Scene ii

Your brows are blacker; yet black brows, they say,
Become some women best, so that there be not
Too much hair there, but in a semicircle
Or a half-moon made with a pen.
–Winter’s Tale,
Act II, Scene i