Bartlett's Shakespeare Quotations

by John Bartlett

Genres: Classics

Synopsis

From the quote afficionado to the historical researcher, fans of Bartlett's will be thrilled to see this edition of quotations from the great William Shakespeare. Collecting quotes from his many works into one beautiful volume, Bartlett's Shakespeare Quotations is essential as a reference tool and makes for some wonderful browsing.

Quotes culled from Bartlett's Familiar Quotations are organised by play or sonnet in chronological order and capture a unique view of Shakespeare's life and work. From King Henry VI to The Tempest (and even the epitaph on his grave) this volume will delight both researchers and casual readers as it highlights one of the most beguiling and beloved playwrights in history.

Release date: October 31, 2009

Publisher: Little, Brown and Company

Print pages: 288

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In 1855, John Bartlett, a Cambridge, Massachusetts, bookseller and self-educated scholar, first published the volume of quotations
that today, greatly expanded and brought up-to-date to reflect modern taste, needs, and usage, still bears his name. By the
time of his death in 1905 at the age of eighty-five, he had made his name as generic for quotations as Noah Webster’s is for
dictionary definitions. His declared aim was to show “the obligations our language owes to various authors for numerous phrases
and familiar quotations which have become ‘household words.’” (You’ll find the phrase “household words” in Shakespeare’s Henry V.)


The prime components of Bartlett’s original edition were the King James Bible and the works of Shakespeare. By a remarkable,
even miraculous, confluence of cultural forces, these two wellsprings of literature and English language as we now know it
came into being within a decade or so of each other. By 1604, the year King James I convened a conference of scholars and
translators at Hampton Court and
commissioned them to prepare an “Authorized Version” of the Bible, more than a dozen of Shakespeare’s plays, including Hamlet, were already in print. The translators finished their work in 1611, a year that also saw a performance of Shakespeare’s
The Tempest at the royal court.


This collection of about two thousand familiar and essential passages from Shakespeare is drawn from the seventeenth edition
of Bartlett’s Familiar Quotations (2002). Contemporary appreciation of Shakespeare differs somewhat from that of John Bartlett and his near successors, who
tended to value the tragedies at the expense of the comedies and poems. Recent editors have tried to correct the balance.
In any case, you’ll find more Shakespeare in the current edition of Bartlett’s than ever before: eloquent and memorable passages of a sort that Matthew Arnold called “touchstones” because they meet the
tests and also set the standards of highest excellence. In obedience to modern taste and usage, the space Bartlett’s gives to some other major English writers, Alexander Pope, for example, has been abridged rather than expanded over the years.
But Shakespeare, as his contemporary Ben Jonson recognized, “was not of an age, but for all time!” At the very least this
collection can serve as an informal concordance to Shakespeare, a quiz and game book, and a memory jogger that invites you
to sample and then go deeper into one of the glories of world literature. “Brush up your Shakespeare,” says Cole Porter’s
lyric in Kiss Me, Kate. “Start quoting him now.”


“Mr. William Shakespeare was born at Stratford upon Avon in the County of Warwick,” the biographer and antiquarian
John Aubrey wrote in 1690. “His father was a butcher, and I have been told heretofore by some of the neighbors that when he
was a boy he exercised his father’s trade, but when he killed a calf he would do it in a high style and make a speech.” According
to other accounts, in his early years he may have been a country schoolteacher, a member of a company of traveling players,
and a fugitive from justice for poaching deer. Despite his shadowy and unpromising past, the work of this small-town Englishman,
the beneficiary of only a provincial grammar school education, has been translated, performed, and read in virtually every
human tongue.


How Shakespeare managed to know so much and understand it so incomparably no one can explain. Never doubted in his lifetime
or for several centuries after, starting in the mid-nineteenth century, Shakespeare’s authorship of the plays and poems attributed
to him began to be questioned. Among the candidates put forward to replace him as sole and true author of the tragedies, comedies,
history plays, and poems have been Francis Bacon (his identity supposedly hidden in codes and ciphers), the Earl of Oxford,
and others endowed with high birth and a university education. According to the anti-Stratfordian argument, someone with Shakespeare’s
rudimentary education, obscure position in society, and apparent lack of legal and classical learning and of personal familiarity
with the tangled affairs of kings and queens should not have been capable of writing what and as he did. The same narrow logic,
although espoused by Sigmund Freud, among others, discounts the role of genius in
the work of “our myriad-minded Shakespeare,” as Coleridge called him. Shakespeare’s authorship of the works (of Shakespeare remains secure, the controversy
easily defused by the joke that if William Shakespeare did not write his works, someone else with the same name did.


“Of all modern, and perhaps ancient poets,” John Dryden wrote in 1666, Shakespeare “had the largest and most comprehensive
soul.” “He was not a man, he was a continent,” Gustave Flaubert wrote. “He contained whole crowds of great men, entire landscapes.”
“Shakespeare is the Canon,” the critic Harold Bloom writes. “He sets the standards and the limits of literature.” Quotable
quotations about Shakespeare are a category in themselves.


Bartlett’s Shakespeare is also a reminder of the extent to which the work of this greatest of English-language poets and dramatists
has entered and formed our daily speech without our necessarily being aware of it. We say “sink or swim” but probably don’t
realize that we may be quoting from Henry IV, Part I. Comparably, many other Shakespearean phrases, idioms, and images have worked their way into daily discourse: “Forever and
a day” (As You Like It), for example, and “So much for him” (Hamlet), “In my mind’s eye” (Hamlet again), “Play the villain” (Othello), “We have seen better days” (Timon of Athens), “A charmed life” and “Out, damned spot!” (Macbeth), “More sinn’d against than sinning” and “Every inch a king” (King Lear), “What’s in a name?” and “Star-cross’d lovers” (Romeo and Juliet), “My salad days” (Antony and Cleopatra), “We happy few” (Henry V), and, almost inevitably, “Let’s kill all the lawyers” (Henry VI, Part II). Such phrases are part of
the language that most literate people use, a telegraphic or shorthand common tongue composed of quotations and allusions
that surface from an almost pre-intellectual level of consciousness. We use these fragments to add point and luster to our
own utterances.


For about five centuries the plays and poems of Shakespeare have formed the air we breathe and the blood in our veins. It’s
possible that even the semiliterate Mississippi Valley “lunkheads” Mark Twain portrayed in Huckleberry Finn enjoyed a greater intimacy with at least a few of the tragedies and history plays of Shakespeare than many educated people
do today. According to a venerable anecdote, someone seeing Hamlet for the first time is supposed to have complained, on leaving the theater, that he couldn’t understand what all the fuss
was about. “Hamlet sounds like just a lot of familiar quotations strung together.”


Justin Kaplan

Beggars mounted run their horse to death. Act I, sc. iv, l. 127

O tiger’s heart wrapp’d in a woman’s hide! I, iv, 137

To weep is to make less the depth of grief. II, i, 85

The smallest worm will turn being trodden on. II, ii, 17

Didst thou never hear That things ill got had ever bad success? II, ii, 45

Thou [Death] setter up and plucker down of kings. II, iii, 37


And what makes robbers bold but too much lenity? II, vi, 22

My crown is in my heart, not on my head;Not deck’d with diamonds and Indian stones,Nor to be seen: my crown is call’d content;
A crown it is that seldom kings enjoy. III, i, 62

‘Tis a happy thingTo be the father unto many sons. III, ii, 104

Like one that stands upon a promontory,And spies a far-off shore where he would tread,Wishing his foot were equal with his
eye. III, ii, 135

Yield not thy neckTo fortune’s yoke, but let thy dauntless mindStill ride in triumph over all mischance. III, iii, 16

For how can tyrants safely govern home,Unless abroad they purchase great alliance? III, iii, 69

Having nothing, nothing can he lose. III, iii, 152

Hasty marriage seldom proveth well. IV, i, 18


What fates impose, that men must needs abide;It boots not to resist both wind and tide. IV, iii, 57

Now join your hands, and with your hands your hearts. IV, vi, 39

For many men that stumble at the thresholdAre well foretold that danger lurks within. IV, vii, 11

A little fire is quickly trodden out,Which, being suffer’d, rivers cannot quench. IV, viii, 7

When the lion fawns upon the lamb,The lamb will never cease to follow him. IV, viii, 49

What is pomp, rule, reign, but earth and dust?And, live we how we can, yet die we must. V, ii, 27

For every cloud engenders not a storm. V, iii, 13

What though the mast be now blown overboard,The cable broke, the holding anchor lost,And half our sailors swallow’d in the
flood?Yet lives our pilot still. V, iv, 3


So part we sadly in this troublous world,To meet with joy in sweet Jerusalem. V, v, 7

Men ne’er spend their fury on a child. V, v, 57

He’s sudden if a thing comes in his head. V, v, 86

Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind;The thief doth fear each bush an officer. V, vi, 11

This word “love,” which greybeards call divine. V, vi, 81

Now is the winter of our discontentMade glorious summer by this sun of York. Act I, sc. i, l. 1

Grim-visag’d war hath smooth’d his wrinkled front. I, i, 9


He capers nimbly in a lady’s chamberT. . .