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What is your favorite line from Shakespeare?
Posted on 7/14/14 at 8:47 pm
Posted on 7/14/14 at 8:47 pm
I like "Oh pardon me thou bleeding piece of earth, that I am meek and gentle with these butchers."
Also, "Oh judgment! Thou art fled to brutish beasts, and men have lost their reason."
Both from Julius Caesar. I haven't read a ton more than that, and nothing stuck as well as J.C.
Let's hear it, OT scholars.
Also, "Oh judgment! Thou art fled to brutish beasts, and men have lost their reason."
Both from Julius Caesar. I haven't read a ton more than that, and nothing stuck as well as J.C.
Let's hear it, OT scholars.
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Posted on 7/14/14 at 8:48 pm to baybeefeetz
Posted on 7/14/14 at 8:49 pm to baybeefeetz
"Alas poor Horatio, I knew him."
"Thou art a villain."
"A plague on both of your houses!"
"Thou art a villain."
"A plague on both of your houses!"
This post was edited on 7/14/14 at 8:50 pm
Posted on 7/14/14 at 8:49 pm to fr33manator
I KNEW you'd respond first!
Posted on 7/14/14 at 8:49 pm to baybeefeetz
Petruchio: Who knows not where a wasp does wear his sting? In his tail.
Katherine: In his tongue.
Petruchio: Whose tongue?
Katherine: Yours, if you talk of tails: and so farewell.
Petruchio: What, with my tongue in your tail? Nay, come again, Good Kate; I am a gentleman.
The Taming of the Shrew has always been Scruffy's favorite.
Katherine: In his tongue.
Petruchio: Whose tongue?
Katherine: Yours, if you talk of tails: and so farewell.
Petruchio: What, with my tongue in your tail? Nay, come again, Good Kate; I am a gentleman.
The Taming of the Shrew has always been Scruffy's favorite.
This post was edited on 7/14/14 at 8:51 pm
Posted on 7/14/14 at 8:50 pm to fr33manator
quote:Absolutely! I've been thinking about it for days for some reason.
St. Crispin's day speech
Posted on 7/14/14 at 8:50 pm to baybeefeetz
quote:
Message Posted by baybeefeetz I KNEW you'd respond first!
Okayyyyyyy...and?
Posted on 7/14/14 at 8:50 pm to Scruffy
he was a dirty frick, eh?
Posted on 7/14/14 at 8:51 pm to baybeefeetz
Do you bite your thumb at me, sir?
Posted on 7/14/14 at 8:51 pm to fr33manator
nothing. I just know you're into poetry is all.
Posted on 7/14/14 at 8:51 pm to baybeefeetz
If music be the food of love, play on. Give me excess of it, that surfeiting, the appetite may sicken and so, die.
Orsino was a lonely guy.
Orsino was a lonely guy.
Posted on 7/14/14 at 8:51 pm to baybeefeetz
"Hell is empty and all the devils are here."
-The Tempest
-The Tempest
Posted on 7/14/14 at 8:51 pm to baybeefeetz
Cry Havoc! And let slip the dogs of war.
Posted on 7/14/14 at 8:52 pm to fr33manator
Nice. No sir, I do not bite my thumb at you.
Posted on 7/14/14 at 8:53 pm to baybeefeetz
Shakespeare is far more than just poetry. He's a lingual wizard that had a longer pen than almost any other writer. We still use words coined by him today.
I've got mad respect for willie S.
I've got mad respect for willie S.
Posted on 7/14/14 at 8:55 pm to fr33manator
quote:
St. Crispin's day speech-Henry V
This is incredible. Really just about as good as it gets.
One that I like is also from Julius Caesar.
quote:
Cowards die many times before their deaths.
The valiant never taste of death but once.
Of all the wonders that I yet have heard,
It seems to me most strange that men should fear,
Seeing that death, a necessary end,
Will come when it will come.
Posted on 7/14/14 at 8:56 pm to baybeefeetz
"Lord, what fools these mortals be!" -A Midsummer Night's Dream
Posted on 7/14/14 at 8:56 pm to baybeefeetz
From Ambrose Bierce
FEMALE, n. One of the opposing, or unfair, sex.
The Maker, at Creation's birth,
With living things had stocked the earth.
From elephants to bats and snails,
They all were good, for all were males.
But when the Devil came and saw
He said: "By Thine eternal law
Of growth, maturity, decay,
These all must quickly pass away
And leave untenanted the earth
Unless Thou dost establish birth" –
Then tucked his head beneath his wing
To laugh – he had no sleeve – the thing
With deviltry did so accord,
That he'd suggested to the Lord.
The Master pondered this advice,
Then shook and threw the fateful dice
Wherewith all matters here below
Are ordered, and observed the throw;
Then bent His head in awful state,
Confirming the decree of Fate.
From every part of earth anew
The conscious dust consenting flew,
While rivers from their courses rolled
To make it plastic for the mould.
Enough collected (but no more,
For nig.gard Nature hoards her store)
He kneaded it to flexible clay,
While Nick unseen threw some away.
And then the various forms He cast,
Gross organs first and finer last;
No one at once evolved, but all
By even touches grew and small
Degrees advanced, till, shade by shade,
To match all living things He'd made
Females, complete in all their parts
Except (His clay gave out) the hearts.
"No matter," Satan cried; "with speed
I'll fetch the very hearts they need" –
So flew away and soon brought back
The number needed, in a sack.
That night earth range with sounds of strife –
Ten million males each had a wife;
That night sweet Peace her pinions spread
O'er Hell – ten million devils dead!
G. J.
FEMALE, n. One of the opposing, or unfair, sex.
The Maker, at Creation's birth,
With living things had stocked the earth.
From elephants to bats and snails,
They all were good, for all were males.
But when the Devil came and saw
He said: "By Thine eternal law
Of growth, maturity, decay,
These all must quickly pass away
And leave untenanted the earth
Unless Thou dost establish birth" –
Then tucked his head beneath his wing
To laugh – he had no sleeve – the thing
With deviltry did so accord,
That he'd suggested to the Lord.
The Master pondered this advice,
Then shook and threw the fateful dice
Wherewith all matters here below
Are ordered, and observed the throw;
Then bent His head in awful state,
Confirming the decree of Fate.
From every part of earth anew
The conscious dust consenting flew,
While rivers from their courses rolled
To make it plastic for the mould.
Enough collected (but no more,
For nig.gard Nature hoards her store)
He kneaded it to flexible clay,
While Nick unseen threw some away.
And then the various forms He cast,
Gross organs first and finer last;
No one at once evolved, but all
By even touches grew and small
Degrees advanced, till, shade by shade,
To match all living things He'd made
Females, complete in all their parts
Except (His clay gave out) the hearts.
"No matter," Satan cried; "with speed
I'll fetch the very hearts they need" –
So flew away and soon brought back
The number needed, in a sack.
That night earth range with sounds of strife –
Ten million males each had a wife;
That night sweet Peace her pinions spread
O'er Hell – ten million devils dead!
G. J.
This post was edited on 7/14/14 at 8:58 pm
Posted on 7/14/14 at 8:57 pm to baybeefeetz
"I wish you all joy of the worm." - Antony and Cleopatra, Act V, Scene II
Posted on 7/14/14 at 8:58 pm to fr33manator
It almost seems impossible that one person could be as broad and deep as he evidently was. So many characters, double meanings, and on and on, all in iambic pentameter.
fricking disgusting.
fricking disgusting.
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