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cause I is bored


Time Lord
Oct 7, 2009
Florida man
Let's throw out some our favorite shakespear qoutes

You are an ass, YOU ARE AN ASS!!!!!
- Much adu about nothing

Some men are born great, some achieve greatness, and some hve greatness thrust upom them.
- Or what you will

More the fool you maddona, men take away the fool.
-Twelth Night
come now, though this be madness there is a method in it.
"Man delights not me, no nor woman neither thou by your expression you seem to say as such" Hamlet <3
"Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none"
-All's Well That Ends Well
"Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none"
-All's Well That Ends Well

this ones probably only funny if you've seen the play but....

-All's Well That Ends Well
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.

Romeo and Juliet, Act II , Scene II
"You taught me language, and my profit on't
Is, I know how to curse. The red plague rid you
For learning me your language!"
-The Tempest, 1.2

......poor Caliban, an example of western imperialism imposing itself on other cultures!

'I have of late--but
wherefore I know not--lost all my mirth, forgone all
custom of exercises; and indeed it goes so heavily
with my disposition that this goodly frame, the
earth, seems to me a sterile promontory, this most
excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave
o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted
with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to
me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.
What a piece of work is a man! how noble in reason!
how infinite in faculty! in form and moving how
express and admirable! in action how like an angel!
in apprehension how like a god! the beauty of the
world! the paragon of animals! And yet, to me,
what is this quintessence of dust? man delights not
me: no, nor woman neither, though by your smiling
you seem to say so.'- Hamlet.

I love the recital of this by Richard E Grant at the end of 'Withnail and I'. I think this play perhaps grew out of Shakespeare's own existential angst as he came to terms with the death of his own son Hamnet; this perhaps gives more poignancy to his words

To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Macbeth Act 5, scene 5, 19–28

....its a pretty gloomy passage, but they are the words of a doomed man!
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"Shall we their fond pageant see?
Lord, what fools these mortals be!"

Puck, in A Midsummer Night's Dream
Ooh, yes! Let's play this game again.

I have always found the balcony scene in "Romeo and Juliet" generally cheesy, but there is one part I secretly do like.

Juliet. Thou knowest the mask of night is on my face;
Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek
For that which thou hast heard me speak tonight.
Fain would I dwell on form -- fain, fain deny
What I have spoke; but farewell compliment!
Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say "Ay";
And I will take thy word. Yet, if thou swear'st,
Thou mayst prove false. At lovers' perjuries,
They say Jove laughs. O gentle Romeo,
If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully.
Or if thou thinkest I am too quickly won,
I'll frown, and be perverse, and say thee nay,
So thou wilt woo; but else, not for the world.
In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond,
And therefore thou mayst think my havior light;
But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true
Than those that have more cunning to be strange.
I should have been more strange, I must confess,
But that thou overheard'st, ere I was ware,
My true-love passion. Therefore pardon me,
And not impute this yielding to light love,
Which the dark night hath so discovered.

I also love that Puck monologue from "Midsummer." "Thou speak'st aright; /I am that merry wanderer of the night...."

"Frailty, thy name is woman!" From "Hamlet," by Hamlet.

And this from "King Lear."
Gloucester. Because I would not see thy cruel nails
Pluck out his poor old eyes; nor thy fierce sister
In his anointed flesh stick boarish fangs.
The sea, with such a storm as his bare head
In hell-black night endured, would have buoy
"Is man no more than this? Consider him well. Thou
owest the worm no silk, the beast no hide, the sheep
no wool, the cat no perfume. Ha! here's three on's
are sophisticated! Thou art the thing itself:
unaccommodated man is no more but such a poor bare,
forked animal as thou art."


"Howl, howl, howl, howl! O, you are men of stones:
Had I your tongues and eyes, I'ld use them so
That heaven's vault should crack. She's gone for ever!
I know when one is dead, and when one lives;
She's dead as earth. Lend me a looking-glass;
If that her breath will mist or stain the stone,
Why, then she lives.
For a hundred years or more the world, our world, has been dying. And not one man, in these last hundred years or so, has been crazy enough to put a bomb up the asshole of creation and set it off. The world is rotting away, dying piecemeal. But it needs the coup de grace, it needs to be blown to smithereens.

-Hemry Miller
Ooo. This is great. Here are some I like:

"O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo?
Deny thy father and refuse thy name;
Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,
And I'll no longer be a Capulet."

- Romeo and Juliet, 2.2
[[I'm such a Romeo and Juliet sucker]]

"Perdition catch my soul,
But I do love thee; and when I love thee not,
Chaos is come again."

- Othello, 3.3

"Heaven me such uses send,
Not to pick bad from bad, but by bad mend."

- Othello, 3.3
i like this a lot

Merchant in Venice

Hath not a Jew eyes? Hath not a Jew hands, organs,
dimensions, senses, affections, passions; fed with
the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject
to the same diseases, heal'd by the same means,
warm'd and cool'd by the same winter and summer
as a Christian is? If you prick us, do we not bleed?
If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us,
do we not die? And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?
If we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that.
If a Jew wrong a Christian, what is his humility?
Revenge. If a Christian wrong a Jew, what should his
sufferance be by Christian example? Why, revenge.
The villainy you teach me, I will execute,
and it shall go hard but I will better the instruction.