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• One that was a woman, sir; but, rest her soul, she 's dead.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act v, Sc. 1...
• Leave her to heaven And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge, To prick and sting her.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act i, Sc. 5...
• I once did hold it, as our statists do, A baseness to write fair.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act v, Sc. 2...
• I will speak daggers to her, but use none. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act iii, Sc.
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• Whose sore task Does not divide the Sunday from the week.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act i, Sc. 1...
• Though I am not splenitive and rash, Yet have I something in me dangerous.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act v, Sc. 1...
• Those about her From her shall read the perfect ways of honour.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry VIII -- Act v, Sc. 5...
• Whether in sea or fire, in earth or air, The extravagant and erring spirit hies To his confine.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act i, Sc. 1...
• Nay, an thou 'lt mouth, I 'll rant as well as thou.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act v, Sc. 1...