Relationships and Family

This was the most unkindest cut of all.

See what a rent the envious Casca made.

Et tu, Brute?

You are my true and honorable wife, As dear to me as are the ruddy drops That visit my sad heart.

Done to death by slanderous tongues.

O! what authority and show of truth Can cunning sin cover itself withal.

Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more. Men were deceivers ever; One foot in sea, and one on shore, To one thing constant never.

Friendship is constant in all other things Save in the office and affairs of love: Therefore all hearts in love use their own tongues; Let every eye negotiate for itself And trust no agent.

We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; For he today that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother.

Trust none; For oaths are straws, men’s faiths are wafer-cakes, And hold-fast is the only dog, my duck.

O England! model to thy inward greatness, Like little body with a mighty heart, What mightst thou do, that honor would thee do, Were all thy children kind and natural!

A habitation giddy and unsure Hath he that buildeth on the vulgar heart.

Here are a few of the unpleasant’st words That ever blotted paper.

Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart or in the head? How begot, how nourished? Reply, reply.

My daughter! O my ducats! O my daughter! Fled with a Christian! O my Christian ducats! Justice! the law! my ducats, and my daughter! A sealed bag, two sealed bags of ducats, Of double ducats, stol’n from me by my daughter!

My daughter! O my ducats! O my daughter! Fled with a Christian! O my Christian ducats! Justice! the law! my ducats, and my daughter! A sealed bag, two sealed bags of ducats, Of double ducats, stol’n from me by my daughter!

But love is blind, and lovers cannot see The pretty follies that themselves commit.

A goodly apple rotten at the heart. O, what a goodly outside falsehood hath!

Cursed be my tribe, If I forgive him!

If I can catch him once upon the hip, I will feed fat the ancient grudge I bear him.

Suspicion all our lives shall be stuck full of eyes; For treason is but trusted like the fox.

He was but as the cuckoo is in June, Heard, not regarded.

My near’st and dearest enemy.

My near’st and dearest enemy.