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In This Thread, We Chat Using Shakespeare Quotes
Cry ‘HAVOC’ and let slip the dogs of war!
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"get yourself to a nunnery"
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The first thing we do, let's kill all the lawyers.
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Cowards die many times before their deaths
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"A rose by any other name would smell as sweet."
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Sweet are the uses of adversity
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Do you bite your thumb at me?!
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O, Roar!
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to be....or not to be....that is the question:
whether tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, or to take arms against a sea of troubles and by oppoising, end them! ... to die...to sleep... NO MORE! |
hijack: quick question
what are the rules of this thread? Just characters we've played/worked with or anything Shakespere ever wrote is fair game for all?
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what night is night, if Sylvia be not by
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And all the men and women merely players |
Out, out, damned spot.
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"It is excellent to have a giant's strength, but it is tyrannous to use it like a giant."
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"What, my dear Lady Disdain! are you yet living?"
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Once more unto the breach dear friends, and if we fail let us fill the gap with empty beer cans.
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To sleep, perchance to dream- ay, there's the rub.
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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. |
Sweet are the uses of adversity,
Which like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head |
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Out damned Spot...before you pee on the carpet... |
Why then tonight let us assay our plot
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Me thinks the lady doth protest too much.
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It is not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more.
-Brutus |
I must be cruel only to be kind.
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Oh, when she is angry, she is keen and shrewd! And though she but little, she is fierce!
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Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none. Be for thine enemies rather in strength than use. Keep thy friends under thy own life's key. |
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Or close the wall up with our English dead. In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility --King Henry V |
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May.
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It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves.
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Lord, what fools these mortals be!
*A Midsummer Night's Dream* |
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"Forward, I pray, since we have come so far,
And be it moon, or sun, or what you please. And if you please to call it a rush candle, Henceforth I vow it shall be so for me." |
To thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not then be false to any man.
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Ignomy in ransom and free pardon
Are of two houses: lawful mercy Is nothing kin to foul redemption. |
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. |
When he is best, he is a little worse than a man; and when he is worst, he is little better than a beast.
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Hell is empty and all the devils are here.
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If we shadows have offended,
Think but this, and all is mended, That you have but slumber'd here While these visions did appear. And this weak and idle theme, No more yielding but a dream, Gentles, do not reprehend: if you pardon, we will mend: And, as I am an honest Puck, If we have unearned luck Now to 'scape the serpent's tongue, We will make amends ere long; Else the Puck a liar call; So, good night unto you all. Give me your hands, if we be friends, And Robin shall restore amends. |
Speak, hands for me!
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