Now is the winter of our discontent made glorious summer by this sun of York.Richard III
I am determined to prove a villain and hate the idle pleasures of these days.Richard III
Why, I can smile, and murder while I smileRichard III
Was ever a woman in this humour woo'd? Was ever a woman in this humour won?Richard III
A horse! A horse! My kingdom for a horse!Richard III
Meet I an infant of the house of York, Into as many gobbets will I cut it As wild Medea young Absyrtus did.Richard III
An honest tale speeds best being plainly told.Richard III
O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me!Richard III
So wise so young, they say, do never live long.Richard III
Bloody thou art, bloody will be thy end.Richard III
I have set my life on a cast, And I will stand the hazard of the die.Richard III
Why strew'st thou sugar on that bottled spider, Whose deadly web ensnareth thee about?Richard III
Conscience is but a word that cowards use, Devised at first to keep the strong in awe.Richard III
Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind.Richard III
Out on you, owls! Nothing but songs of death?Richard III