Out damned Spot!

"Whats in a name" No, really, I mean that, whats in a name? Great question !

To be or not to be, that is the question. Whether is be better to praise Caesar or to condemn him.

To be , or not to be

The 'Mercy' soliloquy by Portia in the 'Merchant of Venice'.

"Eat my pantaloons" - Bartholemew to Homer

Cowards die many times before their deaths

Double, double toil and trouble; I love witches ;0)

"To thine own self be true .."

"The lady doth protest too much, methinks." Queen Gertrude in Hamlet

There is something rotten in the state of Denmark

Thou dolt, you're as ignorant as dirt. from Othello, act V

It's from Macbeth.. more than line, so please bear with me "...Tomorrow, and tomorrow and tomorrow Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more. It is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury Signifying nothing."

"All's Well that Ends Well" a title of one his plays. I love that line and have used it a lot in life. :-)

Favorite quote: We are such stuff as dreams are made of, And our little life is rounded with a sleep. Favorite soliloquy: Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air: And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made of; and our little life Is rounded with a sleep. --The Tempest, Act IV, Scene I.

"What's in a name? That which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet." Romeo and Juliet; II, ii

To be or not to be: that is the question.

favorite soliloquy (a long one by Lennox in the scottish play [yes, i'm a superstitious actor and i played lennox]) LENNOX My former speeches have but hit your thoughts, Which can interpret further: only, I say, Things have been strangely borne. The gracious Duncan Was pitied of Macbeth: marry, he was dead: And the right-valiant Banquo walk'd too late; Whom, you may say, if't please you, Fleance kill'd, For Fleance fled: men must not walk too late. Who cannot want the thought how monstrous It was for Malcolm and for Donalbain To kill their gracious father? damned fact! How it did grieve Macbeth! did he not straight In pious rage the two delinquents tear, That were the slaves of drink and thralls of sleep? Was not that nobly done? Ay, and wisely too; For 'twould have anger'd any heart alive To hear the men deny't. So that, I say, He has borne all things well: and I do think That had he Duncan's sons under his key-- As, an't please heaven, he shall not--they should find What 'twere to kill a father; so should Fleance. But, peace! for from broad words and 'cause he fail'd His presence at the tyrant's feast, I hear Macduff lives in disgrace: sir, can you tell Where he bestows himself? line, LENNOX ...Some holy angel Fly to the court of England and unfold His message ere he come, that a swift blessing May soon return to this our suffering country Under a hand accursed!

Cry "Havoc!" and let slip the dogs of war, Marcus Antonius: And Caesar's spirit, raging for revenge, With Ate by his side come hot from hell, Shall in these confines with a monarch's voice Cry "Havoc!" and let slip the dogs of war, That this foul deed shall smell above the earth With carrion men, groaning for burial. Julius Caesar Act 3, scene 1, 270–275 Or maybe the whole of St. Crispen's Day Speech from Henry V Honestly there are too many choices...

Romeo and Juliet - Act 3, Scene 2 - Juliet: "And when I shall die, take him and cut him out into little stars, and he will make the face of heaven so fine that all the world will be in love with night and pay no worship to the garish sun."

Now is the winter of my discontent

"Would'st thou have that which thou esteemd the ornament of life and live a coward in thine own esteem" macbeth....it goes something like that :P