This month's installment takes most of its lines from Macbeth and King Lear with some bits from 3 Henry VI (which I actually haven't read, but skimmed desperately to find an appropriate use of Margaret's name), Othello, and Richard III with another sprinkling of Hamlet.

(1) CORNWALL: I will have my revenge ere I depart this house.
EDMUND: How, my lord, I may be censured, that nature thus gives way to loyalty, something fears me to think of.
CORNWALL: I now perceive it was not altogether your brother’s evil disposition made him seek his death: but a provoking merit, set a-work by a reprovable badness in himself.
(Lear, III.v, 1-9)

[Laertes leaps in the grave]
LAERTES: Now pile your dust upon the quick and dead
Till of this flat a mountain you have made
T’ o’ertop old Pelion or the skyish head
Of blue Olympus.
HAMLET: [coming forward] What is he whose grief
Bears such an emphasis, whose phrase of sorrow
Conjures the wand’ring stars, and makes them stand
Like wonder-wounded hearers?(2) This is I,
Hamlet the Dane.
LAERTES: The devil take thy soul!
(3) [Grapples with him]
(Hamlet, V.i, 253-260)

LEAR: The little dogs and all,
Tray, Blanch, and Sweetheart—see, they bark at me.
EDGAR: Tom will throw his head at them. Avaunt, you curs.
By thy mouth or black or white,
Tooth that poisons if it bite;
Mastiff, greyhound, mongrel grim,
Hound or spaniel, brach or lym,
Or bobtail tike, or trundle-tail —
Tom will make them weep and wail;
For, with throwing thus my head,
Dogs leaped the hatch, and all are fled.
Do, de, de, de. Sessa! Come, march to the wakes and fairs and market towns. Poor Tom, (4) thy horn is dry.
(Lear, III.vi, 61-74)

TYBALT: Boy, this shall not excuse the injuries
That thou hast done me; therefore turn and draw.
ROMEO: I do protest I never injured thee,
But love thee better than thou canst devise
Till thou shalt know the reason of my love;
And so, good Capulet, which name I tender
As dearly as mine own, be satisfied.
MERCUTIO: O calm, dishonorable, vile submission!
Alla stoccata carries it away.
Tybalt, you ratcatcher, will you walk?
(Romeo and Juliet, III.i, 67-76)

SICINIUS: Hear me, people. Peace!
ALL PLEBIANS: Let’s hear our tribune. Peace! Speak, speak, speak.
SICINIUS: You are at point to lose your liberties.
Marcius would have all from you—Marcius,
Whom late you have named for consul.
(5) MENENIUS: Fie, fie, ie!
This is the way to kindle, not to quench.
(Coriolanus, III.i, 195-200)

MARGARET: ...Rivers and Dorset, you were standers-by,
And so wast thou, Lord Hastings, when my son
Was stabbed with bloody daggers. (6) God I pray him
That none of you may live his natural age,
But by some unlooked accident cut off!
(Richard III, I.iii, 209-213)

RICHARD: What doth she say, my Lord of Buckingham?
BUCKINGHAM: Nothing that I respect, my gracious lord.
MARGARET: What, dost thou scorn me for my gentle counsel
And soothe the devil that I warn thee from?
O, but remember this another day,
When he shall split thy very heart with sorrow,
And say poor Margaret was a prophetess.
Live each of you the subjects to his hate,
And he to yours, and all of you to God’s!
Exit
(Richard III, I.iii, 294-302)

CAPTAIN: I'll do 't, my lord.
EDMUND: About it; and write happy when th’ hast done.
Mark, I say, instantly; and carry it so
As I have set it down.
CAPTAIN: I cannot draw a cart, nor eat dried oats;
If it be man's work, I'll do 't.
Exit Flourish. Enter ALBANY, GONERIL, REGAN, another Captain, and Soldiers
(7) ALBANY: Sir, you have shown to-day your valiant strain,
And fortune led you well: you have the captives
That were the opposites of this day's strife:
We do require them of you, so to use them
As we shall find their merits and our safety
May equally determine.
(Lear, V.iii, 30-46)

AUFIDIUS: ...Worthy Marcius,
Had we no quarrel else to Rome, but that
Thou art thence banish'd, we would muster all
From twelve to seventy, and pouring war
Into the bowels of ungrateful Rome,
Like a bold flood o'er-bear. O, come, go in,
And take our friendly senators by the hands;
Who now are here, taking their leaves of me,
Who am prepared against your territories,
Though not for Rome itself.
CORIOLANUS: You bless me, gods!
(Coriolanus, IV.v, 131-140)

RICHMOND: ...Abate the edge of traitors, gracious Lord,
That would reduce these bloody days again
And make poor England weep in streams of blood!
Let them not live to taste this land’s increase
That would with treason wound this fair land’s peace!
(8) Now civil wounds are stopped, peace lives again;
That she may long live here, God say amen!
(Richard III, V.v, 35-41)