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William Shakespeare quotes about mother

English Playwright, Poet April 26, 1564 – April 23, 1616

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My noble father, I do perceive here a divided duty. To you I am bound for life and education. My life and education both do learn me How to respect you. You are the lord of my duty, I am hitherto your daughter. But here’s my husband, And so much duty as my mother showed To you, preferring you before her father, So much I challenge that I may profess Due to the Moor my lord. William Shakespeare
Seems," madam? Nay, it is; I know not "seems."'Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother, Nor customary suits of solemn black, Nor windy suspiration of forced breath, No, nor the fruitful river in the eye, Nor the dejected 'havior of the visage, Together with all forms, moods, shapes of grief, That can denote me truly: these indeed seem, For they are actions that a man might play: But I have that within which passeth show; These but the trappings and the suits of woe. William Shakespeare
Hear, nature, hear; dear goddess, hear! Suspend thy purpose, if thou didst intend. To make this creature fruitful! Into her womb convey sterility! Dry up in her the organs of increase; And from her derogate body never spring. A babe to honour her! If she must teem, Create her child of spleen; that it may live, And be a thwart disnatured torment to her! Let it stamp wrinkles in her brow of youth; With cadent tears fret channels in her cheeks; Turn all her mother's pains and benefits. To... William Shakespeare
And to be merry best becomes you; for, out of question, you were born ina merry hour. BEATRICE No, sure, my lord, my mother cried; but then therewas a star danced, and under that was I born. William Shakespeare
He that commends me to mine own content. Commends me to the thing I cannot get. I to the world am like a drop of water. That in the ocean seeks another drop, Who, falling there to find his fellow forth, Unseen, inquisitive, confounds himself: So I, to find a mother and a brother, In quest of them, unhappy, lose myself. William Shakespeare
DON PEDROCome, lady, come; you have lost the heart of Signior Benedick. BEATRICEIndeed, my lord, he lent it me awhile; and I gave him use for it, a double heart for his single one: marry, once before he won it of me with false dice, therefore your grace may well say I have lost it. DON PEDROYou have put him down, lady, you have put him down. BEATRICESo I would not he should do me, my lord, lest I should prove the mother of fools. William Shakespeare
Is there no pity sitting in the clouds That sees into the bottom of my grief? O sweet my mother, cast me not away! Delay this marriage for a month, a week, Or if you do not, make the bridal bed In that dim monument where Tybalt lies. William Shakespeare
Sirrah, your Father's dead: And what will you do now? How will you live? Son: As birds do, mother. L. Macd: What with worms and flies? Son: With what I get, I mean; and so do they. William Shakespeare
You know your mother means to feast with me, And calls herself Revenge, and thinks me mad: Hark, villains! I will grind your bones to dust. And with your blood and it I'll make a paste, And of the paste a coffin I will rear. And make two pasties of your shameful heads, And bid that strumpet, your unhallow'd dam, Like to the earth swallow her own increase. This is the feast that I have bid her to, And this the banquet she shall surfeit on; (5.2.18) William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare quote: "Mother, you have my father much offended."
Mother, you have my father much offended. William Shakespeare
William Shakespeare quote: "Alas, poor country, almost afraid to know itself! It cannot be..."
Alas, poor country, almost afraid to know itself! It cannot be called our mother, but our grave. William Shakespeare
As wicked dew as e'er my mother brushed. With raven's feather from unwholesom fen. Drop on you both! A southwest blow on ye. And blister you all o'er! William Shakespeare
Demetrius: Villain, what hast thou done? Aaron: That which thou canst not undo. Chiron: Thou hast undone our mother. Aaron: Villain, I have done thy mother. William Shakespeare

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