“Dame los puñales; los que duermen y los muertos no son sino sombras; únicamente los ojos de los niños tiemblan ante una estampa del diablo.”

“Brutus: Kneel not, gentle Portia.
Portia: I should need not, if you were gentle Brutus.
Within the bond of marriage, tell me, Brutus,
Is it excepted I should know no secrets
That appertain to you? Am I yourself
But, as it were, in sort or limitation,
To keep with you at meals, comfort your bed,
And talk to you sometimes? Dwell I but in the suburbs
Of your good pleasure? If it be no more,
Portia is Brutus' harlot, not his wife.”

Never pause to catch your breath down wind from an angry Skunk.

“Foul words is but foul wind, and foul wind is but foul breath, and foul breath is noisome; therefore I will depart unkissed.”

“JAQUES: Rosalind is your love's name?

ORLANDO: Yes, just.

JAQUES: I do not like her name.

ORLANDO: There was no thought of pleasing you when she was christened.”

“What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine eyes
Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts...”

“I would challenge you to a game of wits, but I see you are unarmed.

“Affliction is enamoured of thy parts,
And thou art wedded to calamity.”

“Beshrew your eyes,
They have o'erlook'd me and divided me;
One half of me is yours, the other half yours,
Mine own, I would say; but if mine, then yours,
And so all yours.”

“such wanton, wild, and usual slips/ As are companions noted and most known/ To youth and liberty.”

“You gotta be cruel to be kind.”

“You mar our labour: keep your cabins:you do assist the storm[...] What cares these roarers for the name of king?