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Jealousy: Quotations from Shakespearian Quotations

How many fond fools serve mad jealousy !— C. E. ii 1.

Trifles, light as air, Are, to the jealous, confirmations strong As proofs of holy writ.— O. iii 3

Good, my lord, be cur'd Of this diseas'd opinion, and betimes; For 'tis most dangerous.— W. T. i. 2

Look where he comes! Not poppy, nor mandragora, Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world, Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep Which thou ow'd'st yesterday.— 0. iii. 3

In my just censure, in my true opinion! Alack, for lesser knowledge! How accurs'd, In being so bless'd!— There may be in the cup

A spider steep'd, and one may drink; depart. And yet partake no venom; for his knowledge Is pot infected: but if one present The abhorr'd ingredient to his eye, make known How he hath drunk, he cracks his gorge, his sides, With violent hefts :-I have drunk, and seen the spider.— W.T. ii. 1

Of one, that lov'd not wisely, but too well; Of one, not easily jealous, but being wrought, Perplex'd in the extreme.— O. v. 2.

That same knave, Ford, her husband, hath the finest mad devil of jealousy in him, master Brook, that ever govern'd frenzy.— M. W. v. 1

Poor, and content, is rich, and rich enough; But riches, fineless, is as poor as winter, To him that ever fears he shall be poor.— O. iii. 3

O beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-eyed monster, which doth mock The meat it feeds on: That cuckold lives in bliss, Who, certain of his fate, loves not his wronger; But, O, what damned minutes tells he o'er, Who dotes, yet doubts; suspects, yet strongly loves!— O. iii. 3

These are the forgeries of jealousy : And never, since the middle summer's spring, Met we on hill, in dale, forest, or mead, By paved fountain, or by rushy brook, Or on the beached margent of the sea, To dance our ringlets to the whistling wind, But with thy brawls thou hast disturb'd our sport.— M. N. ii. 2

Self-harming jealousy.— C. E. ii. 1

The venom clamours of a jealous woman Poison more deadly than a mad dog's tooth.— C. E. v. 1

The shrug, the hum, or ha; these pretty brands, That calumny doth use:-0, I am out, That mercy does; for calumny will seer Virtue itself;-these shrugs, these hums, and has, When you have said, she's goodly, come between, Ere you can say she's honest.— W.T. ii. 1

The forgeries of jealousy.— M. N. ii. 2.

How novelty may move, and parts with person, Alas, a kind of godly jealousy (Which, I beseech you, call a virtuous sin) Makes me afeard.— T.C. iv. 4

I will possess him with yellowness.— M. W. i. 3.

Think'st thou I'd make a life of jealousy, To follow still the changes of the moon With fresh suspicions? No: to be once in doubt, Is-once to be resolved.— O. iii. 3

Is whispering nothing? Is leaning cheek to cheek? is meeting noses? Kissing with inside lip? stopping the career Of laughter with a sigh? (a note infallible Of breaking honesty :) horsing foot on foot? Skulking in corners? wishing clocks more swift? Hours, minutes? noon, midnight? and all eyes blind With the pin and web, but theirs, theirs only, That would unseen be wicked?-is this nothing Why, then, the world, and all that's in't, is nothing; The covering sky is nothing; Bohemia nothing; My wife is nothing; nor nothing have these nothings, If this be nothing.— W.T. i. 2

But to be paddling palms, and pinching fingers, As now they are; and making practis'd smiles, As in a looking-glass; - and then to sigh, as 'twere The mort o' the deer; O, that is entertainment— W.T. i. 2

My bosom likes not, nor my brows. What sense had I of her stolen hours of lust? I saw it not, thought it not, it harm'd not me; I slept the next night well, was free and merry; I found not Cassio's kisses on her lips: He that is robb'd, not wanting what is stol'n, Let him not know it, and he's not robb'd at all.— O. iii. 3

Avaunt! begone! thou hast set me on the rack:- I swear 'tis better to be much abus'd, Than but to know't a little.— 0. iii. 3.

I'll see, before I doubt; when I doubt, prove; And, on the proof, there is no more but this,-— 0. iii. 3

Away at once with love and jealousy. All my fond love thus do I blow to heaven: Arise, black vengeance, from thy hollow cell! Yield up, O love, thy crown, and hearted throne, To tyrannous hate! swell, bosom, with thy fraught, For 'tis of aspicks' tongues.— O. iii. 3

Make me to see it; or (at the least) so prove it, That the probation bear no hinge, nor loop. To hang a doubt on; or, woe upon thy life.— 0. iii. 3

If thou dost slander her and torture me, Never pray more; abandon all remorse: On horror's head, horrors accumulate: Do deeds to make heaven weep all earth amaz'd, For nothing canst thou to damnation add, Greater than that.— 0. iii. 3

Villain, be sure thou prove my wife a whore; Be sure of it; give me the ocular proof; Or, by the worth of mine eternal soul, Thou hadst been better have been born a dog, Than answer my wak'd wrath.— Q. iii. 3

Have you not seen, Camillo, (But that's past doubt: you have; or your eye-glass Is thicker than a cuckold's horn); or heard, (For, to a vision so apparent, rumour Cannot be mute); or thought, (for cogitation Resides not in that man, that does not think it) My wife is slippery? If thou wilt confess, (Or else be impudently negative, To have nor eyes, nor ears, nor thought), then say, My wife's a hobby-horse; deserves a name As rank as any flax-wench, that puts to Before her troth-plight: say it, and justify it.— W.T. i. 2.

My wife hath sent to him, the hour is fixed, the match is made. Would any man have thought this?— See the hell

of having a false woman!— M. W. ii. 2.

Page is an ass, a secure ass: he will trust his wife. He will not be jealous; I will rather trust a Fleming with my butter, parson Hugh the Welshman with my cheese, an Irishman with my aqua-vitæ bottle, or a thief to walk my ambling gelding, than my wife with herself.— Heaven be

praised for my jealousy!— M. W. ii. 2.

By gar, 'tis no de fashion of France; it is not jealous in France— M. W. iii. 3.