What’s your favourite quote from this bald man?

>>24564988 (OP)
i like his earing

>>24564988 (OP)
I like

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
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.

because I am depressed and don't enjoy life.

I’ll warrant him for drowning, though the ship were no stronger than a nutshell and as leaky as an unstanched wench.

>>24564988 (OP)
KING LEAR
What, art mad? A man may see how this world goes with no eyes. Look with thine ears: see how yond justice rails upon yond simple thief. Hark, in thine ear: change places; and, handy-dandy, which
is the justice, which is the thief? Thou hast seen a farmer's dog bark at a beggar?
GLOUCESTER
Ay, sir.
KING LEAR
And the creature run from the cur? There thou mightst behold the great image of authority: a dog's obeyed in office.
Thou rascal beadle, hold thy bloody hand!
Why dost thou lash that whore? Strip thine own back;
Thou hotly lust'st to use her in that kind
For which thou whipp'st her. The usurer hangs the cozener.
Through tatter'd clothes small vices do appear;
Robes and furr'd gowns hide all. Plate sin with gold,
And the strong lance of justice hurtless breaks:
Arm it in rags, a pigmy's straw does pierce it.
None does offend, none, I say, none; I'll able 'em:
Take that of me, my friend, who have the power
To seal the accuser's lips. Get thee glass eyes;
And like a scurvy politician, seem
To see the things thou dost not. Now, now, now, now:
Pull off my boots: harder, harder: so.
EDGAR
O, matter and impertinency mix'd! Reason in madness!
KING LEAR
If thou wilt weep my fortunes, take my eyes.
I know thee well enough; thy name is Gloucester:
Thou must be patient; we came crying hither:
Thou know'st, the first time that we smell the air,
We wawl and cry. I will preach to thee: mark.
GLOUCESTER
Alack, alack the day!
KING LEAR
When we are born, we cry that we are come
To this great stage of fools.
>>24564999
That’s the villain who says that. Are a villain?

>>24564988 (OP)
I would 'twere bed-time, Hal, and all well.
- Falstaff

>>24565015
This. Probably Shakespeare at his most profound.

>brevity is the soul of wit

>>24564988 (OP)
“if money go before, all ways do lie open.”

"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."

>>24565015
>That’s the villain who says that. Are a villain?
No...I'm a miserable good guy.

>YOUNG SIWARD What is thy name?
>MACBETH Thou ’lt be afraid to hear it.
>YOUNG SIWARD No, though thou call’st thyself a hotter name ;Than any is in hell.
>MACBETH My name’s Macbeth.
>YOUNG SIWARD The devil himself could not pronounce a title;More hateful to mine ear.
>MACBETH No, nor more fearful.

>MACBETH Why should I play the Roman fool and die ;On mine own sword? Whiles I see lives, the gashes ;Do better upon them.
>MACDUFF Turn, hellhound, turn!
>MACBETH Of all men else I have avoided thee;But get thee back;My soul is too much charged;With blood of thine already.
>MACDUFF I have no words;My voice is in my sword, thou bloodier villain ;Than terms can give thee out.Fight. Alarum.
>MACBETH Thou losest labor.;As easy mayst thou the intrenchant air;With thy keen sword impress as make me bleed.Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests;I bear a charmèd life, which must not yield;To one of woman born.

>>24565151
Then you will be happy some day

>>24565188
Thanks anon

Shakespeare is so fucking good bros...it's unbelievable.

>>24565225
he’s a fucking ridiculous writer and there is no two ways about it. this guy is ridiculous. absolutely ridiculous. ridiculous!!!!

OTHELLO, CASTING A SIDE GLANCE AT OPHELIA:
-“Damn, I’mma clap dem fine white cheeks”

>>24564988 (OP)
Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more;
Or close the wall up with our English dead.
In peace there's nothing so becomes a man
As modest stillness and humility:
But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
Then imitate the action of the tiger;
Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood,
Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage;
Then lend the eye a terrible aspect;
Let pry through the portage of the head
Like the brass cannon; let the brow o'erwhelm it
As fearfully as doth a galled rock
O'erhang and jutty his confounded base,
Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean.
Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide,
Hold hard the breath and bend up every spirit
To his full height. On, on, you noblest English.
Whose blood is fet from fathers of war-proof!
Fathers that, like so many Alexanders,
Have in these parts from morn till even fought
And sheathed their swords for lack of argument:
Dishonour not your mothers; now attest
That those whom you call'd fathers did beget you.
Be copy now to men of grosser blood,
And teach them how to war. And you, good yeoman,
Whose limbs were made in England, show us here
The mettle of your pasture; let us swear
That you are worth your breeding; which I doubt not;
For there is none of you so mean and base,
That hath not noble lustre in your eyes.
I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,
Straining upon the start. The game's afoot:
Follow your spirit, and upon this charge
Cry 'God for Harry, England, and Saint George!'

War speeches are usually underwhelming in novels but this would make me charge desu.

>>24565372
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kNupWLDv0R4

For me it's based Gnaeus:

>Coriolanus. He that will give good words to thee will flatter
>Beneath abhorring. What would you have, you curs,
>That like nor peace nor war? the one affrights you,170
>The other makes you proud. He that trusts to you,
>Where he should find you lions, finds you hares;
>Where foxes, geese: you are no surer, no,
>Than is the coal of fire upon the ice,
>Or hailstone in the sun. Your virtue is175
>To make him worthy whose offence subdues him
>And curse that justice did it.
>Who deserves greatness
>Deserves your hate; and your affections are
>A sick man's appetite, who desires most that180
>Which would increase his evil. He that depends
>Upon your favours swims with fins of lead
>And hews down oaks with rushes. Hang ye! Trust Ye?
>With every minute you do change a mind,
>And call him noble that was now your hate,185
>Him vile that was your garland. What's the matter,
>That in these several places of the city
>You cry against the noble senate, who,
>Under the gods, keep you in awe, which else
>Would feed on one another? What's their seeking?

'For all the water in the ocean
Can never turn the swan's black legs to white,
Although she lave them hourly in the flood.'

Titus Andronicus

>>24565038
It basically means that money can buy everything

To all the poets who have brightened my days
Please don't ever change your ways.
Painting pictures with words with ease
will never be an easy feat
Your hearts, your pens Noble and true
May the fans always clap for you
Although we be but worlds apart
your words will be forever etched in my heart

No one actually cares about Shakespeare. Bot thread.

>>24564988 (OP)
HE IS NOT BALDING IT IS JUST MATURE HAIRLINE!!!!

>>24564988 (OP)
>Shakespeare
I hate this nihilist.
This crass proto-existentialist.
This imbecilic naturalist.
And above all: An atheist.

A little more than kin, and less than kind.

>>24565653
don't think he can be called an atheist (as much as the french in the last century might have liked him to be)

>>24565680
He would be a "Cultural Catholic" at best.

>>24564988 (OP)
Why does he wear the earring?

>>24565507
it's a picture of a 50 year old man
major daddy issues

>>24564988 (OP)
There are more things in heaven and earth than are dreamt of in your philosophy.

I cannot read them now.
O gentlemen, the time of life is short!
To spend that shortness basely were too long,
If life did ride upon a dial's point,
Still ending at the arrival of an hour.
An if we live, we live to tread on kings;
If die, brave death, when princes die with us!
Now, for our consciences, the arms are fair,
When the intent of bearing them is just.

Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears;
I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their bones;
So let it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus
Hath told you Caesar was ambitious:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Caesar answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest–
For Brutus is an honourable man;
So are they all, all honourable men–
Come I to speak in Caesar’s funeral.
He was my friend, faithful and just to me:
But Brutus says he was ambitious;
And Brutus is an honourable man.
He hath brought many captives home to Rome
Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill:
Did this in Caesar seem ambitious?
When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept:
Ambition should be made of sterner stuff:
Yet Brutus says he was ambitious;
And Brutus is an honourable man.
You all did see that on the Lupercal
I thrice presented him a kingly crown,
Which he did thrice refuse: was this ambition?
Yet Brutus says he was ambitious;
And, sure, he is an honourable man.
I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke,
But here I am to speak what I do know.
You all did love him once, not without cause:
What cause withholds you then, to mourn for him?
O judgment! thou art fled to brutish beasts,
And men have lost their reason. Bear with me;
My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar,
And I must pause till it come back to me.

Man, how the crowds must've cheered when they first heard it

>>24564988 (OP)
Some that really stuck with me
>I wasted time, and now doth time waste me
Hell is empty and all the devils are here
>Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once
O God, I could be bounded in a nut shell and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams.

“Give me my robe, put on my crown; I have immortal longings in me.”

- William Shakespeare, Antony and Cleopatra, V-II.

>>24565971
"I put on my robe and wizard hat"

- William Shakespeare, Antony and Cleopatra, V-II.

>Thou shouldst not have been old till thou hadst been wise. -King Lear

now is the winter of our discount tent

>>24564988 (OP)
HAMLET
To what base uses we may return, Horatio. Why may not
imagination trace the noble dust of Alexander till he
find it stopping a bunghole?

>>24565372
It’s passages like these that make me gnash my teeth in frustration that there isn’t a single extant Shakespeare letter. No ordinary person could have written something like that, and all the more extraordinary considering he probably had never even sniffed a battle like that in his lifetime. My only cope is that he expressed himself in ways in his plays that he never would have even considered putting to paper in some pedestrian letter

>>24566012
This is basically the perfect line for the current state of the Boomers.

>>24565965
Insane how spoiled the groundlings of that time were without them even knowing it to hear stuff like this and from Marlowe and Jonson on a regular basis. Compared to what Cromwell did to English theater, his other “crimes” with the King and Ireland barely even count in my book

I will have such revenges on you both
That all the world shall -- I will do such things
What they are yet I know not, but they shall be
The terrors of the earth!

>>24564988 (OP)

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>>24564988 (OP)

"pay a man enough and he'll walk barefoot into hell"

-David Xanatos

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>>24566161
English theatre was already dead when Cromwell closed it down, that's why we have no great plays from that era. The real blame lies with Charles II and the Restoration replacing English theatre with French fashions.

>>24566169
Kek, always gets an inappropriate laugh out of me when I read it/see it spoken.

>>24565971
Cleopatra's closing speeches are epic, truly epic.

Theseus in Midsummer night's dream -

Therefore, fair Hermia, question your desires,
Know of your youth, examine well your blood;
Whether, if you yield not to your father's choice,
You can endure the livery of a nun,
For aye to be in shady cloister mewed,
To live a barren sister all your life,
Chanting faint hymns to the cold fruitless moon.
Thrice blessed they that master so their blood,
To undergo such maiden pilgrimage;
But earthlier happy is the rose distilled
Than that which, withering on the virgin thorn,
Grows, lives, and dies in single blessedness.

>France is a dog-hole