Dismantle My Bed

From Kent, King Lear

CORNWALL: Speak yet! How grew your quarrel?

OSWALD: This ancient ruffian, sir, whose life I have spared at suit of his grey beard -

KENT: Thou whoreson Z, thou unnecessary letter!

From Malvolio, reading a letter, Twelfth Night

MALVOLIO:  By my life, this is my lady’s hand! These be her very C’s, her U’s and her T’s, and thus makes she her great P’s. It is, contempt of question, her hand. “To the unknown beloved, this, and my good wishes.” Her very phrases! By your leave, was. Soft! — and the impressure her Lucrece, with which she uses to seal. ‘Tis my lady! To whom should this be?

Today’s Shakespeare quote is from the work Antony and Cleopatra. And it is said by Scarus.

So, Scarus of Antony & Cleopatra.

ANTONY: Thou bleed’st apace.

SCARUS: I had a wound here that was like a T. But now ’tis made an H.

From Clarence, Richard III

RICHARD: But what’s the matter, Clarence? May I know?

CLARENCE: Yea, Richard, when I know, for I protest as yet I know not. But as I can learn, he hearkens after prophecies and dreams, and from the cross-row plucks the letter G and says a wizard told him that by G his issue disinherited should be. And for my name of George begins with G it follows in his thought that I am he!

From Cassius, Julius Caesar

BRUTUS: And after that he came thus sad away?

CASCA: Ay.

CASSIUS: Did Cicero say anything?

CASCA: Ay, he spoke Greek.

CASSIUS:  Nay an I tell you that, I’ll ne’er look you i’ th’ face again. But those that understood him smiled at one another, and shook their heads. But for mine own part, it was Greek to me.