'Cymbeline' Quotes

Cymbeline is a famous play by William Shakespeare. In this work, Shakespeare rewrites the story of Cunobelinus, the history of whose life was detailed by Geoffrey of Monmouth. Here are a few quotes from Shakespeare's work.

• "If she be furnished with a mind so rare,
  She is alone the Arabian bird, and I
  Have lost the wager. Boldness be my friend!
  Arm me, audacity."
  - William Shakespeare, Cymbeline, 1.6
  
  
• "How bravely thou becomest thy bed, fresh lily!"
  - William Shakespeare, Cymbeline, 2.2
  
  
• "But kiss: one kiss! Rubies unparagoned,
  How dearly they do't!"
  - William Shakespeare, Cymbeline, 2.2
  
  
• "On her left breast
  A mole cinque-spotted, like the crimson drops
  I' the bottom of a cowslip."
  - William Shakespeare, Cymbeline, 2.2
  
  
• "Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings,
  And Phoebus 'gins arise,
  His steeds to water at those springs
  On chaliced flowers that lies;
  And winking Mary-buds begin
  To ope their golden eyes:
  With everything that pretty is,
  My lady sweet, arise."
  - William Shakespeare, Cymbeline, 2.3
  
  
• "I thought her
  As chaste as unsunned snow."
  - William Shakespeare, Cymbeline, 2.5
  
  
• "Some griefs are medicinable."
  - William Shakespeare, Cymbeline, 3.2
  
  
• "O, for a horse with wings!"
  - William Shakespeare, Cymbeline, 3.2
  
  
• "So slippery that
  The fear's as bad as falling."
  - William Shakespeare, Cymbeline, 3.3
  
  
• "How hard it is to hide the sparks of nature!"
  - William Shakespeare, Cymbeline, 3.3
  
  
• "The game is up."
  - William Shakespeare, Cymbeline, 3.3
  
  
• "No, 'tis slander,
  Whose edge is sharper than the sword, whose tongue
  Outvenoms all the worms of Nile, whose breath
  Rides on the posting winds, and doth belie
  All corners of the world."
  - William Shakespeare, Cymbeline, 3.4
  
  
• "I have not slept one wink."
  - William Shakespeare, Cymbeline, 3.4
  
  
• "Hath Britain all the sun that shines?"
  - William Shakespeare, Cymbeline, 3.4
  
  
• "Fear no more the heat o' the sun,
  Nor the furious winter's rages;
  Thou thy worldly task hast done,
  Home art gone and ta'en thy wages:
  Golden lads and girls all must,
  As chimney-sweepers, come to dust."
  - William Shakespeare, Cymbeline, 4.2
  
  
• "No exorciser harm thee!
  Nor no witchcraft charm thee!
  Ghost unlaid forbear thee!
  Nothing ill come near thee!
  Quiet consummation have:
  And renowned be thy grave!"
  - William Shakespeare, Cymbeline, 4.2
  
  
• "Hang there like fruit, my soul,
  Till the tree die."
  - William Shakespeare, Cymbeline, 4.2