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2007-05-27 17:32:41 · 14 answers · asked by Anonymous in Entertainment & Music Polls & Surveys

14 answers

Mercutio's Death Quote:


I am hurt.
A plague o' both your houses! I am sped.
Is he gone, and hath nothing?

Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch; marry, 'tis enough.
Where is my page? Go, villain, fetch a surgeon.

No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a
church-door; but 'tis enough,'twill serve: ask for
me to-morrow, and you shall find me a grave man. I
am peppered, I warrant, for this world. A plague o'
both your houses! 'Zounds, a dog, a rat, a mouse, a
cat, to scratch a man to death! a braggart, a
rogue, a villain, that fights by the book of
arithmetic! Why the devil came you between us? I
was hurt under your arm.

Help me into some house, Benvolio,
Or I shall faint. A plague o' both your houses!
They have made worms' meat of me: I have it,
And soundly too: your houses!

2007-05-27 18:13:27 · answer #1 · answered by Lazrus 6 · 1 0

All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players.
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages."

--From As You Like It (II, vii, 139-143)

2007-05-28 00:37:23 · answer #2 · answered by Captain Happy Pants 6 · 0 1

All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players.
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages.
"As You Like It" (2.7.143-7)

2007-05-28 00:39:20 · answer #3 · answered by Richard G 2 · 0 1

All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages.

2007-05-28 00:37:22 · answer #4 · answered by Anonymous · 0 1

Poor and content is rich, and rich enough;
But riches fineless is as poor as winter
To him that ever fears he shall be poor.

- Iago 'The Tragedy of Othello' Act III, Scene iii

2007-05-28 00:35:58 · answer #5 · answered by Jenna P 5 · 0 0

The quality of mercy is not strain'd,
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven

2007-05-28 00:37:12 · answer #6 · answered by sticky 7 · 0 0

I like this one: "How far that little candle throws his beams. So shines a good deed in a weary world." (From "The Merchant of Venice.")

2007-05-28 00:37:27 · answer #7 · answered by Candidus 6 · 0 0

Et tu brute?

O, Romeo! Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?

2007-05-28 00:37:18 · answer #8 · answered by alyssa 2 · 0 1

To define true madness,
What is't but to be nothing else but mad?
Hamlet

2007-05-28 00:37:24 · answer #9 · answered by eeyoree rocks2003 7 · 0 0

A rose by any other name would smell as sweet.

2007-05-28 01:02:21 · answer #10 · answered by Anonymous · 0 1

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