Caesar: Let me have men about me that are fat, Sleek-headed men and such as sleep a-nights. Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look, He thinks too much; such men are dangerous.
Julius Caesar Act 1, scene 2, 190–195
Passing Strange
Othello: My story being done, She gave me for my pains a world of sighs; She swore, in faith 'twas strange, 'twas passing strange; 'Twas pitiful. 'twas wondrous pitiful, She wish'd she had not heard it, yet she wish'd That heaven had made her such a man,
Othello Act 1, scene 3
An Antic Disposition
Hamlet: But come— Here, as before, never, so help you mercy, How strange or odd some'er I bear myself— As I perchance hereafter shall think meet To put an antic disposition on— That you, at such times seeing me, never shall, With arms encumb'red thus, or this headshake, Or by pronouncing of some doubtful phrase, As "Well, well, we know," or "We could, and if we would," Or "If we list to speak," or "There be, and if they might," Or such ambiguous giving out, to note That you know aught of me—this do swear, So grace and mercy at your most need help you.
Hamlet Act 1, scene 5
(Of) Sorriest Fancies
Lady Macbeth: How now, my lord, why do you keep alone, Of sorriest fancies your companions making, Using those thoughts which should indeed have died With them they think on? Things without all remedy Should be without regard: what's done, is done.
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Date: 2010-06-24 11:47 pm (UTC)Caesar:
Let me have men about me that are fat,
Sleek-headed men and such as sleep a-nights.
Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look,
He thinks too much; such men are dangerous.
Julius Caesar Act 1, scene 2, 190–195
Passing Strange
Othello:
My story being done,
She gave me for my pains a world of sighs;
She swore, in faith 'twas strange, 'twas passing strange;
'Twas pitiful. 'twas wondrous pitiful,
She wish'd she had not heard it, yet she wish'd
That heaven had made her such a man,
Othello Act 1, scene 3
An Antic Disposition
Hamlet:
But come—
Here, as before, never, so help you mercy,
How strange or odd some'er I bear myself—
As I perchance hereafter shall think meet
To put an antic disposition on—
That you, at such times seeing me, never shall,
With arms encumb'red thus, or this headshake,
Or by pronouncing of some doubtful phrase,
As "Well, well, we know," or "We could, and if we would,"
Or "If we list to speak," or "There be, and if they might,"
Or such ambiguous giving out, to note
That you know aught of me—this do swear,
So grace and mercy at your most need help you.
Hamlet Act 1, scene 5
(Of) Sorriest Fancies
Lady Macbeth:
How now, my lord, why do you keep alone,
Of sorriest fancies your companions making,
Using those thoughts which should indeed have died
With them they think on? Things without all remedy
Should be without regard: what's done, is done.
Macbeth Act 3, scene 2