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
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answer #1
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answered by Lazrus 6
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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
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answer #2
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answered by Captain Happy Pants 6
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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
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answer #3
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answered by Richard G 2
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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
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answer #4
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answered by Anonymous
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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
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answer #5
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answered by Jenna P 5
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The quality of mercy is not strain'd,
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
2007-05-28 00:37:12
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answer #6
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answered by sticky 7
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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
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answer #7
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answered by Candidus 6
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Et tu brute?
O, Romeo! Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?
2007-05-28 00:37:18
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answer #8
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answered by alyssa 2
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To define true madness,
What is't but to be nothing else but mad?
Hamlet
2007-05-28 00:37:24
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answer #9
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answered by eeyoree rocks2003 7
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A rose by any other name would smell as sweet.
2007-05-28 01:02:21
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answer #10
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answered by Anonymous
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