Ay, in the temple, in the town, the field, You do me mischief. Fie, Demetrius! Your wrongs do set a scandal on my sex: We cannot fight for love, as men ay do; We should be woo'd, and were not made to woo. I'll follow thee, and make a heaven of hell, To die upon the hand I love so well.
O, then, what graces in my love do dwell, That he hath turn'd a heaven unto a hell!
I go, and it is done the bell invites me.Hear it not, Duncan, for it is a knellThat summons thee to heaven or to hell.
Arise, black vengeance, from thy hollow hell!
Think'st thou, Hortensio, though her father
be very rich, any man is so very a fool to be married to hell?
The gates of mercy shall be all shut up,
And the flesh'd soldier, rough and hard of heart,
In liberty of bloody hand shall range
With conscience wide as hell, mowing like grass
Your fresh fair virgins and your flow'ring infants.
If not in heaven, you'll surely sup in hell.
Out, damned spot out, I say One two why, then tis time to dot. Hell is murky.
You, mistress, That have the office opposite to Saint Peter, And keep the gate of hell
For if you were by my unkindness shaken
As I by yours, y'have passed a hell of time,
And I, a tyrant, have no leisure taken
To weigh how once I suffered in your crime.
For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright,
Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.
To win me soon to hell, my female evil
Tempteth my better angel from my side,
And would corrupt my saint to be a devil,
Wooing his purity with her foul pride.
If not from hell, the devil is a niggard
Or has given all before, and he begins
A new hell in himself.
And whether that my angel be turned fiend,
Suspect I may, yet not directly tell;
But being both from me both to each friend,
I guess one angel in another's hell.
O comfort-killing night, image of hell, dim register and notary of shame, black stage for tragedies and murders fell, vast sin-concealing chaos, nurse of blame
I am to wait, though waiting so be hell,
Not blame your pleasure, be it ill or well.
Hell is empty and all the devils are here.
Put up thy sword betime;
Or I'll so maul you and your toasting-iron
That you shall think the devil is come from hell.
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