The Original
Villain, I have done thy mother.
–Titus Andronicus,
Act IV, Scene ii

Villain, I have done thy mother.
–Titus Andronicus,
Act IV, Scene ii

…When we in our viciousness grow hard—
O misery on’t!—the wise gods seel our eyes;
In our own filth drop our clear judgments; make us
Adore our errors; laugh at’s, while we strut
To our confusion.
–Antony and Cleopatra,
Act III, Scene xiii

There needs no ghost, my lord, come from the grave
To tell us this.
–Hamlet,
Act I, Scene v

You, mistress,
That have the office opposite to Saint Peter,
And keep the gate of hell!
–Othello,
Act IV, Scene ii

What’s the matter, you dissentious rogues,
That, rubbing the poor itch of your opinion,
Make yourselves scabs?
–Coriolanus,
Act I, Scene i

The tartness of his face sours ripe grapes.
–Coriolanus
Act V, Scene iv

Take but good note, and you shall see in him
The triple pillar of the world transform’d
Into a strumpet’s fool: behold and see.
–Antony and Cleopatra,
Act I, Scene i