The eNotes Blog 20 Illustrations of Famous ShakespeareQuotes

20 Illustrations of Famous ShakespeareQuotes Happy birthday, ol Willy! To commemorate, were opening up the vaults to  share some original artwork that brings  to life  the Bards works. We partnered with Yumi Sakugawa, a published author and artist, to recreate some of your favorite, iconic Shakespearean scenes.  Stay tuned for tomorrows post, as we pick Yumis brain about her work and artistic process. If you want to learn more about a  quotes context within its  scene, click on each image  for an in-depth analysis. Be sure to let us know your favorite(s) in the comments! 1. Whats in a Name? Juliet: Whats in a name? That which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet. Romeo and Juliet (II, ii, 1-2)   2.  To-morrow, and To-morrow, and To-morrow Macbeth: To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, 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! Lifes 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. Macbeth Act 5, scene 5, 19–28   3. The Lady Doth Protest Too Much Player Queen: Both here and hence pursue me lasting strife, If once I be a widow, ever I be a wife! Player King: Tis deeply sworn. Sweet, leave me here a while, My spirits grow dull, and fain I would beguile The tedious day with sleep. Player Queen: Sleep rock thy brain, And never come mischance between us twain! Hamlet: Madam, how like you this play? Queen: The lady doth protest too much, methinks. Hamlet Act 3, scene 2, 222–230 4. If Music Be the Food of Love Duke Orsino: If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. Twelfth Night Act 1, scene 1, 1–3 5. All the Worlds a Stage Jaques: All the worlds 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 Act 2, scene 7, 139–143 6. To Be, or Not To Be Hamlet: To be, or not to be, that is the question: Whether tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles And by opposing end them. To die- to sleep, No more; and by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to: tis a consummation Devoutly to be wishd. To die, to sleep; To sleep, perchance to dream- ay, theres the rub: For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause- theres the respect That makes calamity of so long life. For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, Thoppressors wrong, the proud mans contumely, The pangs of disprizd love, the laws delay, The insolence of office, and the spurns That patient merit of thunworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscovered country, from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will, And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all, And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied oer with the pale cast of thought, And enterprises of great pitch and moment With this regard their currents turn awry And lose the name of action. Hamlet Act 3, scene 1, 55–87 7. To Sleep, Perchance to Dream Hamlet: To sleep, perchance to dream- ay, theres the rub. Hamlet (III, i, 65-68) 8. There Are More Things in Heaven and Earth Hamlet: Swear by my sword Never to speak of this that you have heard. Ghost: [Beneath] Swear by his sword. Hamlet: Well said, old mole, canst work i th earth so fast? A worthy pioner! Once more remove, good friends. Horatio: O day and night, but this is wondrous strange! Hamlet: And therefore as a stranger give it welcome. There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, Than are dreamt of in your philosophy. Hamlet Act 1, scene 5, 159–167 9. O Romeo, Romeo, Wherefore Art Thou Romeo? Juliet: O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name; Or if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love And Ill no longer be a Capulet. Romeo: [Aside] Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this? Juliet: Tis but thy name that is my enemy: Thou art thyself, though not a Montague. Whats Montague? It is nor hand nor foot, Nor arm nor face, nor any other part Belonging to a man. O be some other name! Whats in a name? That which we call a rose By any other word would smell as sweet; So Romeo would, were he not Romeo calld, Retain that dear perfection which he owes Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name, and for thy name, which is no part of thee, Take all myself. Romeo And Juliet Act 2, scene 2, 33–49 10. We Are Such Stuff as Dreams Are Made on Prospero: 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-cappd towrs, 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 on; and our little life Is rounded with a sleep. The Tempest Act 4, scene 1, 148–158 11. Parting is Such Sweet Sorrow Juliet: Tis almost morning, I would have thee gone- And yet no farther than a wan-tons bird, That lets it hop a little from his hand, Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves, And with a silken thread plucks it back again, So loving-jealous of his liberty. Romeo: I would I were thy bird. Juliet: Sweet, so would I, Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing. Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good night till it be morrow. [Exit above] Romeo And Juliet Act 2, scene 2, 176–185 12. Now is the Winter of Our Discontent Richard: Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this son of York; And all the clouds that lowrd upon our house In the deep bosom of the ocean buried. Richard The Third Act 1, scene 1, 1–4 13. What Piece of a Work is Man   Hamlet: What a piece of work is a man, how noble in reason, how infinite in faculties, in form and moving how express and admirable, in action how like an angel, in apprehension how like a god! the beauty of the world, the paragon of animals- and yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust? Man delights not me- nor woman neither, though by your smiling you seem to say so. Rosencrantz: My lord, there was no such stuff in my thoughts. Hamlet Act 2, scene 2, 303–312 14. Love Looks Not With the Eyes Helena: Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind. A Midsummer Nights Dream (I, i, 234) 15. Something is Rotten in the State of Denmark Horatio: He waxes desperate with imagination. Marcellus: Lets follow. Tis not fit thus to obey him. Horatio: Have after. To what issue will this come? Marcellus: Something is rotten in the state of Denmark. Horatio: Heaven will direct it. Marcellus: Nay, lets follow him. [Exeunt.] Hamlet Act 1, scene 4, 87–91 16. Out, Damnd Spot Doctor: What is it she does now? Look how she rubs her hands. Gentlewoman: It is an accustomd action with her, to seem thus washing her hands. I have known her continue in this a quarter of an hour. Lady Macbeth: Yet heres a spot. Doctor: Hark, she speaks. I will set down what comes from her, to satisfy my remembrance the more strongly. Lady Macbeth: Out, damnd spot! out, I say!- One; two: why, then tis time to dot.- Hell is murky.- Fie, my lord, fie, a soldier, and afeard? What need we fear who knows it, when none can call our powr to accompt?- Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him? Macbeth Act 5, scene 1, 26–40 17. The Fault, Dear Brutus, is Not in Our Stars Cassius: The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, But in ourselves, that we are underlings. Julius Caesar (I, ii, 140-141) 18. Prodigious Birth of Love it is to Me Juliet: Go ask his name.- If he be married, My grave is like to be my wedding-bed. Nurse: His name is Romeo, and a Montague, The only son of your great enemy. Juliet: My only love sprung from my only hate! Too early seen unknown, and known too late! Prodigious birth of love it is to me That I must love a loathà ¨d enemy. Romeo And Juliet Act 1, scene 5, 134–141 19. All That Glisters   Prince of Morocco: All that glisters is not gold. The Merchant of Venice (II, vii) 20. Et Tu Caesar: Et tu, Brute? Julius Caesar (III, i, 77)