To mark the birthday of the legendary William Shakespeare, I asked DGS staff what their favourite lines from Shakespeare are.

Enjoy!

Dr G Khan

 

 

Mrs Martin:

“Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.” (All's Well That Ends Well)
 

“Our doubts are traitors and make us lose the good we oft might win by fearing to attempt.” (Measure for Measure)
 

"With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come." (Merchant of Venice)

Mr Goodenough:

‘Our doubts are traitors and make us lose the good we oft might win, by fearing to attempt.’ (Measure for Measure)

Miss V:

"Will all great Neptune’s ocean wash this blood
Clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather
The multitudinous seas incarnadine,
Making the green one red."

“There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in our philosophy.” (Hamlet)

“My bounty is as boundless as the sea,
My love as deep; the more I give to thee,
The more I have, for both are infinite.” (Juliet in Romeo and Juliet)

Dr Khan:

'I do love nothing in the world so well as you. Is not that strange? (Much Ado about Nothing)

Mrs Norton:

No, but to the gate, and there will be the devil meet me like an old cuckold with horns on his head and say "Get you to heaven Beatrice, get you to heaven, here's no place for you maids".  So deliver I up my apes and away to St Peter for the heavens, he shows me where the bachelors sit and there live we as merry as the day is long. - Much Ado About Nothing

Miss Durie:

"Parting is such sweet sorrow" (Romeo and Juliet)

Dr Naylor

This Thing of Darkness I acknowledge mine (The Tempest)

Miss Hall

"Be not afeard, the isle is full of noises, Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not. Ready to drop upon me, that, when I waked, I cried to dream again." (The Tempest)

Mrs Warwick:

Then must you speak

Of one that loved not wisely, but too well.

Of one not easily jealous, but being wrought,

Perplexed in the extreme. Of one whose hand,

Like the base Indian, threw a pearl away

Richer than all his tribe. Of one whose subdued eyes,

Albeit unused to the melting mood,

Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees

Their medicinal gum. (Othello)

Miss Street:

'Tis now the very witching time of night, when churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out contagion to this world. (Hamlet)

Mr Parkin-Haig:

How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank!

Here will we sit and let the sounds of music

Creep in our ears. Soft stillness and the night

Become the touches of sweet harmony. (Merchant of Venice)