Feb. 7, 2007 - The Shakespeare Blog!!!!!
    
Ah yes! Shakespeare! He really is the greatest play writer ever. Now, here are some awesome quotes from some of Shakespeare's plays:
"Let us be keen rather then cut a little, then fall, and bruise to death." Escalus in Measure To Measure
"Tis present death I beg, and one thing more that womanhood denies my tounge to tell. O, keep from their worse then killing lust, And tumble me into some loathsome pit, where never a man's eye my behold my body: do this, and be a charitable murderer." Lavina in Titus Andronicus
"O woe, thy canopy is dust and stones!- Which with sweet water nightly I will dew, or wanting that, with tears distill'd by moans. The obsequies that I for thee will keep nightly shall be to strew thy grave and weep." Paris in Romeo And Juliet
"This is the very ecstasy of love, whose violent property fordoes itself, and leads the will to desperate undertakings as oft as any passions under heaven that does afflict our natures" Polonius in Hamlet
"The heavens forbid but that our loves and comforts should increase even as our days do grow!" Desdemona in Othello
Now a sonnet by Shakespeare:
Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all;
What hast thou then more than thou hadst before?
No love, my love, that thou mayst true love call;
All mine was thine before thou hadst this more.
Then if for my love thou my love receivest,
I cannot blame thee for my love thou usest;
But yet be blamed, if thou thyself deceivest
By wilful taste of what thyself refusest.
I do forgive thy robbery, gentle thief,
Although thou steal thee all my poverty;
And yet, love knows, it is a greater grief
To bear love's wrong than hate's known injury.
Lascivious grace, in whom all ill well shows,
Kill me with spites; yet we must not be foes.
And finally a monolouge from Shakespeare's play A Winter's Tale:
HERMIONE: Since what I am to say must be but that Which contradicts my accusation, and The testimony on my part no other But what comes from myself, it shall scarce boot me To say, "Not guilty." Mine integrity, Being counted falsehood, shall, as I express it, Be so received. But thus: if powers divine Behold our human actions, as they do, I doubt not then but innocence shall make False accusation blush and tyranny Tremble at patience. You, my lord, best know, Who least will seem to do so, my past life Hath been as continent, as chaste, as true, As I am now unhappy; which is more Than history can pattern, though devised And played to take spectators. For behold me-- A fellow of the royal bed, which owe A moiety of the throne, a great king's daughter, The mother to a hopeful prince -- here standing To prate and talk for life and honor 'fore Who please to come and hear. For life, I prize it As I weigh grief, which I would spare. For honor, 'Tis a derivative from me to mine, And only that I stand for. I appeal To your own conscience, sir, before Polixenes Came to your court, how I was in your grace, How merited to be so; since he came, With what encounter so uncurrent I Have strained t' appear thus; if one jot beyond The bound of honor, or in act or will That way inclining, hardened be the hearts Of all that hear me, and my near'st of kin Cry fie upon my grave!
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<3 Zee
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