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MARCUS ANDRONICUS: Now is a time to storm; why art thou still? T I T U S ANDRONICUS: Ha, ha, ha! M A R C U S ANDRONICUS: Why dost thou laugh? it fits not with this hour. T I T U S ANDRONICUS: Why, I have not another tear to shed:William Shakespeare
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Ay, that I had not done a thousand more. Even now I curse the day–and yet, I think, Few come within the compass of my curse, – Wherein I did not some notorious ill, As kill a man, or else devise his death, Ravish a maid, or plot the way to do it, Accuse some innocent and forswear myself, Set deadly enmity between two friends, Make poor men's cattle break their necks; Set fire on barns and hay-stacks in the night, And bid the owners quench them with their tears. Oft have I digg'd up dead men from their graves, And set them upright at their dear friends' doors, Even when their sorrows almost were forgot; And on their skins, as on the bark of trees, Have with my knife carved in Roman letters, ' Let not your sorrow die, though I am dead.' Tut, I have done a thousand dreadful things As willingly as one would kill a fly, And nothing grieves me heartily indeed But that I cannot do ten thousand more.William Shakespeare
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Hark, villains! I will grind your bones to dust. (Act V, Scene 2, 2503)William Shakespeare
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I'll find a day to massacre them all And raze their faction and their family, The cruel father and his traitorous sons, To whom I sued for my dear son's life, And make them know what 'tis to let a queen Kneel in the streets and beg for grace in vain.William Shakespeare
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Let not thy sorrow die, though i am dead.Wililam Shakespeare