/lit/ - Literature

>>4825284
"Tear him for his bad verses, tear him for his bad verses."

Julius Caesar 3.3

>>4825284
Villian, what hast thou done?
I have done that which canst be undone.
Thou hast undone our mother!
Fool, I have done thy mother.

SHakespeare didn't exist.

>>4826829
nor did ur mum

>tfw you will become the greatest author of all time and people will deny you ever existed

>>4826832
noice rebuttal, bruv

>>4825284
“Dispute not with her: she is lunatic.”
― William Shakespeare, Richard III

Words to live by.

I rap for listeners, blunt heads, fly ladies and prisoners
Henessey holders and old school niggaz, then I be dissing a
unofficial that smoke woolie Thai
I dropped out of Cooley High, gassed up by a cokehead cutie pie
Jungle survivor, fuck who's the liver
My man put the battery in my back, a difference from Energizer
Sentence begins indented.. with formality
My duration's infinite, money wise or physiology
Poetry, that's a part of me, retardedly bop
I drop the ancient manifested Hip Hop, straight off the block
I reminisce on park jams, my man was shot for his sheep coat
Childhood lesson make me see him drop in my weed smoke
It's real, grew up in trife life, did times or white lines
The hype vice, murderous night times, and knife fights invite crimes
Chill on the block with Cognac, hold strap
with my peeps that's into drug money, market into rap
No sign of the beast in the blue Chrysler, I guess that means peace
For niggaz no sheisty vice to just snipe ya
Start off the dice-rolling mats for craps to ceelo
With sidebets, I roll a deuce, nothing below (Peace God!)
Peace God -- now the shit is explained
I'm taking niggaz on a trip straight through memory lane
It's like that y'all .. it's like that y'all .. it's like that y'all

Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy; he hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! My gorge rims at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft.

Thou, nature, art my goddess; to thy law
My services are bound. Wherefore should I
Stand in the plague of custom, and permit
The curiosity of nations to deprive me,
For that I am some twelve or fourteen moon-shines
Lag of a brother? Why bastard? wherefore base?
When my dimensions are as well compact,
My mind as generous, and my shape as true,
As honest madam's issue? Why brand they us
With base? with baseness? bastardy? base, base?
Who, in the lusty stealth of nature, take
More composition and fierce quality
Than doth, within a dull, stale, tired bed,
Go to the creating a whole tribe of fops,
Got 'tween asleep and wake? Well, then,
Legitimate Edgar, I must have your land:
Our father's love is to the bastard Edmund
As to the legitimate: fine word,--legitimate!
Well, my legitimate, if this letter speed,
And my invention thrive, Edmund the base
Shall top the legitimate. I grow; I prosper:
Now, gods, stand up for bastards!

Come what come may, Time and the hour run through the roughest day.

>>4827795
Good one.

King Richard: Lions make leopards tame.
Mowbray: Yea, but not change his spots.
>pic kinda related

>>4827593
nice try but thats from dave wallace

does it need to stand on its own?

"Nothing will come of nothing: speak again."

Prince Henry: Why, thou owest God a death. [Exit.]
Falstaff: 'Tis not due yet: I would be loth to pay him before his day. What need I be so forward with him that calls not on me? Well, 'tis no matter; Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if Honour prick me off when I come on? how then? Can Honour set to a leg? No. Or an arm? No. Or take away the grief of a wound? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then? No. What is Honour? a word. What is that word, Honour? Air. A trim reckoning! — Who hath it? He that died o' Wednesday. Doth he feel it? No. Doth he hear it? No. Is it sensible then? Yes, to the dead. But will it not live with the living? No. Why? Detraction will not suffer it: therefore I'll none of it. Honour is a mere 'scutcheon, and so ends my catechism.

HAMLET
Then is doomsday near: but your news is not true.
Let me question more in particular: what have you,
my good friends, deserved at the hands of fortune,
that she sends you to prison hither?

GUILDENSTERN
Prison, my lord!

HAMLET
Denmark's a prison.

ROSENCRANTZ
Then is the world one.

HAMLET
A goodly one; in which there are many confines,
wards and dungeons, Denmark being one o' the worst.

ROSENCRANTZ
We think not so, my lord.

HAMLET
Why, then, 'tis none to you; for there is nothing
either good or bad, but thinking makes it so: to me
it is a prison.

>>4828092
>shakespeare

>>4828039
kek

>>4828103
Who are you quoting?

>>4828103
let me guess, you thought Tom Stoppard wrote Hamlet?

>>4828124
I thought he thought tom stoppard wrote hamlet, forgetting it's actually a quote from hamlet and not rose and guil

Domestic fury and fierce civil strife
Shall cumber all the parts of Italy.
Blood and destruction shall be so in use,
And dreadful objects so familiar,
That mothers shall but smile when they behold
Their infants quartered with the hands of war,
All pity choked with custom of fell deeds,
And Caesar’s spirit, ranging for revenge,
With Ate by his side come hot from hell,
Shall in these confines with a monarch’s voice
Cry “Havoc!” and let slip the dogs of war,
That this foul deed shall smell above the earth
With carrion men, groaning for burial.

>>4827586

Shakey's stuff was great in the 90s. Too bad he only had couple truly great releases.

now the bawdy hand of the dial is set upon the prick of noon

> not attributing co-authorship to Thomas Middleton for most of Shakespeare's plays