| Quote | (S)hakespeare or (T)hor? | Source |
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| Thou worse-than-any-name, read thine own evil! | |
| Where we do reign, we will alone uphold--without the assistance of a mortal hand. | |
| Bring him hither, and I'll be sworn I have power to shame him hence! | |
| Hence, horrible villain! Or I'll spurn thine eyes like balls before me! | |
| I say thee NAY! | |
| Though thou be truly pure of heart – in thine innocence, thou art fair misguided. | |
| Though thy heart is gallantry itself... still art thou merely a woman! | |
| What should such fellows as I do, crawling between earth and heaven? | |
| No more, thou thunder-master, show thy spite on mortal flies. | |
| Flee, death! Flee and lick thy wounds, you who are not fit to utter my father's name! | |
| Shall I destroy him? Whether there, or there, or there? | |
| O villain, villain, smiling, damned villain! | |
| Waves are but water. Wind but air. And though lightning be fire...yet it must answer thunder's call. | |
| Methinks he hath a grim and troubled mien. | |
| Ill deeds are doubled with an evil word. | |
| I say thee NAY! | |
| Waves are but water. Wind but air. And though lightning be fire...yet it must answer thunder's call. | |
| We are gods; 'tis our purpose to set aright the path of lesser beings. | |
| The Casket of Ancient Winters has been broken, and all who live are imperiled. | |
| Methinks he hath a grim and troubled mien. | |
| Though thou be truly pure of heart – in thine innocence, thou art fair misguided. | |
| If he wouldst fight as valiantly as he doth snore. | |
| What profiteth a man to keep his throne, if he shall lose a universe? | |
| Beyond yon spires, I behold a smoldering blaze. 'Tis there methinks the danger lies. | |
| Hast thou stolen from me thy dying words? Thy fatherly hand, thy fatherly smile? | |
| Evil hath e'er mistaken forbearance for weakness, peaceful intent for cowardice. | |
| Flee, death! Flee and lick thy wounds, you who are not fit to utter my father's name! | |
| Storms weather rock, given long enough. | |
| Though thy heart is gallantry itself... still art thou merely a woman! | |
| There is no madness. There is only justice. | |
| Rumble thy bellyful! Spit, fire! Spout, rain! | |
| If the great gods be just, they shall assist the deeds of justest men. | |
| No more, thou thunder-master, show thy spite on mortal flies. | |
| Where we do reign, we will alone uphold--without the assistance of a mortal hand. | |
| The gods can have no mortal officer more like a god than you. | |
| Thou worse-than-any-name, read thine own evil! | |
| Ill deeds are doubled with an evil word. | |
| The law hath not been dead--though it hath slept. | |
| Hence, horrible villain! Or I'll spurn thine eyes like balls before me! | |
| O villain, villain, smiling, damned villain! | |
| Come not between the dragon and his wrath. | |
| What should such fellows as I do, crawling between earth and heaven? | |
| Bring him hither, and I'll be sworn I have power to shame him hence! | |
| A power I have, but of what strength and nature I am not yet instructed. | |
| Shall I destroy him? Whether there, or there, or there? | |
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