Shakespeare Characters Described

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I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling nature, Deformed, unfinish'd, sent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up.
This sanguine coward, this bed-presser, this horseback-breaker, this huge hill of flesh.
There's little of the melancholy element in her ... she hath often dreamed of unhappiness and waked herself with laughing.
O worthy fool! One that hath been a courtier.
This knave came something saucily into the world before he was sent for, yet was his mother fair; there was good sport at his making, and the whoreson must be acknowledged.
More than prince of cats, I can tell you. O, he is the courageous captain of compliments. He fights as you sing prick-song.
He is a great observer and he looks quite through the deeds of men: he loves no plays, As thou dost, Antony; he hears no music; Seldom he smiles.
He is very well-favoured and he speaks very shrewishly; one would think his mother's milk were scarce out of him.
Good queen, my lord, Good queen; I say good queen.
Hark you, Guildenstern; and you too: at each ear a hearer: that great baby you see there is not yet out of his swaddling-clouts.
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A man whose blood Is very snow-broth; one who never feels The wanton stings and motions of the sense, But doth ... blunt his natural edge With profits of the mind, study and fast.
I am that merry wanderer of the night. I jest to Oberon and make him smile.
If beauty have a soul, this is not she; If souls guide vows, if vows be sanctimonies, If sanctimony be the gods' delight, If there be rule in unity itself, This is not she.
I fear thy nature; It is too full o' the milk of human kindness To catch the nearest way: thou wouldst be great; Art not without ambition, but without The illness should attend it.
Besides that he's a fool, he's a great quarreller: and but that he hath the gift of a coward to allay the gust he hath in quarrelling, ... he would quickly have the gift of a grave
Our court, you know, is haunted With a refined traveller of Spain; A man in all the world's new fashion planted, That hath a mint of phrases in his brain.
A stony adversary, an inhuman wretch uncapable of pity, void and empty From any dram of mercy.
I can keep honest counsel, ride, run, mar a curious tale in telling it, and deliver a plain message bluntly: ... and the best of me is diligence.
It is a pretty youth: not very pretty: But, sure, he's proud, and yet his pride becomes him: He'll make a proper man.
Foul fiend of France, and hag of all despite, Encompass'd with thy lustful paramours!

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