What's your favourite Shakespeare line or quote?

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Anonymous Fri Mar 16 22:33:46 2018 No.10852952 [Reply] [Original]

What's your favourite Shakespeare line or quote?

>>	Anonymous Fri Mar 16 22:37:39 2018 No.10852973 >>10852952 lol the English fuckin suck at portraits holy shit

>>	Anonymous Fri Mar 16 22:50:35 2018 No.10853022 to be or not to be, it might seem a pleb answer but actually it is not

>>	Anonymous Fri Mar 16 22:53:12 2018 No.10853036 >>10853022 it actually, absolutely and totally is you beastly little mongrel

>>	Anonymous Fri Mar 16 22:56:32 2018 No.10853051 >>10853036 but it's not actually

>>	Anonymous Fri Mar 16 22:57:24 2018 No.10853053 >>10853051 why is it your favorite line it's not even the complete line, but a fragment but why is it your favorite

>>	Anonymous Fri Mar 16 22:59:23 2018 No.10853063 >>10852952 "such as we dreams are we made of"

>>	Anonymous Fri Mar 16 23:03:11 2018 No.10853076 >>10853053 he probably means the whole monologue Hamlet gives when he says that

>>	Anonymous Fri Mar 16 23:04:22 2018 No.10853079 File: 269 KB, 1219x1517, 1480736741287.jpg [View same] [iqdb] [saucenao] [google] When we are born we cry that we are come To this great stage of fools.

>>	Anonymous Fri Mar 16 23:04:28 2018 No.10853081 >My deeds upon my head! I crave the law, The penalty and forfeit of my bond. is one that still sticks with me quite a lot

>>	Anonymous Fri Mar 16 23:06:18 2018 No.10853084 >>10853053 the complete monologue, i'm suicidal

>>	Anonymous Fri Mar 16 23:06:47 2018 No.10853088 >Oh, full of scorpions is my mind, dear wife! I remember reading this in high school and this line caught my attention for some odd and unknown reason. I kept thinking about it throughout that whole day.

>>	Anonymous Fri Mar 16 23:09:09 2018 No.10853091 >A man may break a word with you, sir, and words are but wind >Ay, and break it in your face, so he break it not behind.

>>	Anonymous Fri Mar 16 23:09:30 2018 No.10853093 >>10852952 "I wasted time, and now time doth waste me"

>>	Anonymous Fri Mar 16 23:09:44 2018 No.10853095 >>10852952 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

>>	Anonymous Fri Mar 16 23:18:20 2018 No.10853131 >>10853095 Lol I knew someone would post this, but every time I read it just screams edgy 17 year old.

>>	Anonymous Fri Mar 16 23:24:43 2018 No.10853170 >>10853131 Do you dislike the style or the content or both?

Anonymous Fri Mar 16 23:32:23 2018 No.10853201

You common cry of curs! whose breath I hate
As reek o' the rotten fens, whose loves I prize
As the dead carcasses of unburied men
That do corrupt my air, I banish you;
And here remain with your uncertainty!
Let every feeble rumour shake your hearts!
Your enemies, with nodding of their plumes,
Fan you into despair! Have the power still
To banish your defenders; till at length
Your ignorance, which finds not till it feels,
Making not reservation of yourselves,
Still your own foes, deliver you as most
Abated captives to some nation
That won you without blows! Despising,
For you, the city, thus I turn my back:
There is a world elsewhere.

>>	Anonymous Fri Mar 16 23:34:07 2018 No.10853210 Pleb answer but I'll stand by it: "The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars but in ourselves, for we are underlings.

>>	Anonymous Fri Mar 16 23:35:15 2018 No.10853212 >>10852952 "aye, there's the rub" I say it all the time.

>>	Anonymous Fri Mar 16 23:35:16 2018 No.10853213 File: 461 KB, 513x597, shakespeare.png [View same] [iqdb] [saucenao] [google] "amelia, please finish the play by tomorrow"

>>	Anonymous Fri Mar 16 23:36:19 2018 No.10853215 >>10853201 This, or: But I am as constant as the Northern Star Of whose true-fixed and resting quality There is no fellow in the firmament

>>	Anonymous Fri Mar 16 23:36:23 2018 No.10853216 >I am in blood stepped in so farthat should I wade no more, returning were as tedious as go o'er, Use it all the time

>>	Anonymous Fri Mar 16 23:37:49 2018 No.10853221 >I am in blood stepped in so far that should I wade no more, returning were as tedious as go o'er, Use it all the time

>>	Anonymous Fri Mar 16 23:55:24 2018 No.10853292 >>10853213 Source on this? I call BS

>>	Anonymous Fri Mar 16 23:59:47 2018 No.10853311 >>10852952 "Since I was man, Such sheets of fire, such bursts of horrid thunder, Such groans of roaring wind and rain, I never Remember to have heard: man's nature cannot carry Th'affliction nor the fear."

>>	Anonymous Sat Mar 17 00:06:19 2018 No.10853335 >>10853292 No shit BS, this was either made by revisionist blacks, the same that claim they were kangz or a false flagger

>>	Anonymous Sat Mar 17 00:08:31 2018 No.10853343 File: 90 KB, 670x248, IMG_2040.jpg [View same] [iqdb] [saucenao] [google] "Mine eye is in my mind" and "Who would believe my verse in time to come, if it were filled with your most high deserts..."

>>	Anonymous Sat Mar 17 00:09:01 2018 No.10853347 >There are more things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.

>>	Anonymous Sat Mar 17 00:10:43 2018 No.10853353 >>10853213 WE WUHZ PLAYWRIGHTS

>>	Anonymous Sat Mar 17 00:12:45 2018 No.10853357 Everything that lives must die, passing through nature to eternity. t. Mario Cars

>>	Anonymous Sat Mar 17 00:55:42 2018 No.10853499 Here was a Caesar!. When comes such another?

Anonymous Sat Mar 17 02:00:56 2018 No.10853733

>>10852952
from Measure for Measure:

Be absolute for death; either death or life
Shall thereby be the sweeter. Reason thus with life:
If I do lose thee, I do lose a thing
That none but fools would keep: a breath thou art,
Servile to all the skyey influences,
That dost this habitation, where thou keep'st,
Hourly afflict: merely, thou art death's fool;

from A Midsummer Night's Dream

The lunatic, the lover and the poet
Are of imagination all compact:
One sees more devils than vast hell can hold,
That is, the madman: the lover, all as frantic,
Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt:
The poet's eye, in fine frenzy rolling,
Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven;
And as imagination bodies forth
The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen
Turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing
A local habitation and a name.

Anonymous Sat Mar 17 02:22:05 2018 No.10853810

Shakespeare really was on another level, wasn't he? There isn't anyone with more lines that have the power his does, but I always had trouble reading him in full. Did Hamlet and the Tempest recently but kind of cheated by listening to the Librivox recordings while reading along on the page.

Anonymous Sat Mar 17 02:34:05 2018 No.10853838

Julius Caesar, Act III. Scene I. lines 254-275.

>Antony. O pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth,
>That I am meek and gentle with these butchers!
>Thou art the ruins of the noblest man
>That ever lived in the tide of times.
>Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood!
>Over thy wounds now do I prophesy
>(Which like dumb mouths do ope their ruby lips
>To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue),
>A curse shall light upon the limbs of men;
>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.

Anonymous Sat Mar 17 02:34:36 2018 No.10853842

>>10853053
I like it a lot too. It's not my favorite. He's probably is or has been suicidal.

>>10853084
Yup. You'll be okay, anon i hope

I quote Benedict's line "there's a double meaning in that" a lot. I saw the Branagh film when I was like 14 and Much Ado got me into Shakespeare. As a teenager I quoted it an obnoxious amount instead of saying "that's what she said", got to the point where all my friends were quoting Shakespeare too. 27 now and I still quote it.

Titus talking to dirt is pretty high up for me.

Why, tis no matter, man; if they did hear,
They would not mark me, or if they did mark,
They would not pity me, yet plead I must;
And bootless unto them [—]
Therefore I tell my sorrows to the stones;
Who, though they cannot answer my distress,
Yet in some sort they are better than the tribunes,
For that they will not intercept my tale:
When I do weep, they humbly at my feet
Receive my tears and seem to weep with me;
And, were they but attired in grave weeds,
Rome could afford no tribune like to these.
A stone is soft as wax,—tribunes more hard than stones;
A stone is silent, and offendeth not,
And tribunes with their tongues doom men to death.
[Rises]
But wherefore stand'st thou with thy weapon drawn?

>>	Anonymous Sat Mar 17 02:49:45 2018 No.10853896 >>10853810 We're all just trying to catchup to Shakespeare. a bit hyperbolic, but I think it's at least somewhat true.

>>	Anonymous Sat Mar 17 02:50:53 2018 No.10853901 >>10853213 https://www.snopes.com/fact-check/amelia-bassano-william-shakespeare/ Gake and fay

>>	Anonymous Sat Mar 17 02:53:21 2018 No.10853906 >There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, Than are dreamt of in your philosophy

Anonymous Sat Mar 17 03:39:07 2018 No.10854013

>>10852952
>Cowards die many times before their deaths;
>The valiant never taste of death but once.
>Of all the wonders that I yet have heard,
>It seems to me most strange that men should fear;
>Seeing that death, a necessary end,
>Will come when it will come.
Strange how so many people choose Julius Caesar but it's not particularly highly regarded as a general rule.

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>>	Anonymous Sat Mar 17 10:21:59 2018 No.10854845 >>10854478 bleed

>>	Anonymous Sat Mar 17 10:36:53 2018 No.10854902 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.

>>	Anonymous Sat Mar 17 10:37:00 2018 No.10854903 >>10853810 Buddys fucking next level

>>	Anonymous Sat Mar 17 10:37:45 2018 No.10854908 >>10852952 >a man of infinite jest

>>	Anonymous Sat Mar 17 10:39:30 2018 No.10854914 >>10852952 How poor are they that have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by degrees? Thou know’st we work by wit and not by witchcraft, And wit depends on dilatory time.

>>	Anonymous Sat Mar 17 11:32:23 2018 No.10855102 tis the time's plague when madmen lead the blind

>>	Anonymous Sat Mar 17 11:39:47 2018 No.10855137 >>10853733 This is so beautiful I feel bad for people who can't immediately see Shakespeare's monumental genius just by reading his verse, and am going to read Shakespeare's plays again. Thanks for posting these.

Anonymous Sat Mar 17 11:43:08 2018 No.10855156

>>10855137
it's ruined for a lot of people by teaching it in the classroom. any averagely intelligent person, once exposed to him, will inevitably feel that zealous and jealous love for shakespeare. though the pleasantest, speediest, and safest way is the theatre.

Anonymous Sat Mar 17 11:55:04 2018 No.10855206

Though ’tis no wisdom to confess so much
Unto an enemy of craft and vantage,
My people are with sickness much enfeebled,
My numbers lessened, and those few I have
Almost no better than so many French,
Who when they were in health, I tell thee, herald,
I thought upon one pair of English legs
Did march three Frenchmen. Yet, forgive me, God,
That I do brag thus. This your air of France
Hath blown that vice in me. I must repent.

Henry V - Act 3, Scene 6, Page 6
Shakespeare

I was drunk when I read it, and started crying.

Anonymous Sat Mar 17 11:56:19 2018 No.10855212

Also

Eyes without feeling, feeling without sight,
Ears without hands or eyes, smelling sans all,
Or but a sickly part of one true sense
Could not so mope. O shame, where is thy blush?

And

I am settled, and bend up
Each corporal agent to this terrible feat.
Away, and mock the time with fairest show.
False face must hide what the false heart doth know

>>	Anonymous Sat Mar 17 12:03:32 2018 No.10855238 >>10853201 came here to post this

>>	Anonymous Sat Mar 17 12:04:24 2018 No.10855242 Some rise by sin, and some by virtue fall

>>	Anonymous Sat Mar 17 12:31:35 2018 No.10855367 >>10852952 >act like the flower but be the serpent underneath

>>	Anonymous Sat Mar 17 12:53:39 2018 No.10855481 >double double, toil and trouble >fire burn, and cauldron bubble

>>	Anonymous Sat Mar 17 13:01:46 2018 No.10855525 ANNE >Villain, thou know’st not law of God nor man. >No beast so fierce but knows some touch of pity. RICHARD >But I know none, and therefore am no beast. t. Eddie Bunker

Anonymous Sat Mar 17 13:07:46 2018 No.10855554

>>10852952
I love the opening of Richard III, especially from an Acting standpoint. Macbeth I think has his most phisophically significant quotes. Why is he NEVER mentioned as a philosopher? Dostoyevsky talks big stuff but Shakespeare covered every major theme of life and nailed it, while teaching generations and culture(s) to read (and put on a show).

>>	Anonymous Sat Mar 17 13:12:32 2018 No.10855581 >>10853896 imo Joyce is just a minimalist Shakespeare, in the respect to their output. By writing i think they both achieved singular style and scope.

Anonymous Sat Mar 17 13:27:27 2018 No.10855630

Soft you; a word or two before you go.
I have done the state some service, and they know't.
No more of that. I pray you, in your letters,
When you shall these unlucky deeds relate,
Speak of me as I am; nothing extenuate,
Nor set down aught in malice: then must you speak
Of one that loved not wisely but too well;
Of one not easily jealous, but being wrought
Perplex'd in the extreme; of one whose hand,
Like the base Indian, threw a pearl away
Richer than all his tribe; of one whose subdued eyes,
Albeit unused to the melting mood,
Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees
Their medicinal gum. Set you down this;
And say besides, that in Aleppo once,
Where a malignant and a turban'd Turk
Beat a Venetian and traduced the state,
I took by the throat the circumcised dog,
And smote him, thus.

Anonymous Sat Mar 17 13:29:29 2018 No.10855639

>>10852952
>When honor’s at the stake. How stand I then,
>That have a father killed, a mother stained,
>Excitements of my reason and my blood,
>And let all sleep, while to my shame I see
>The imminent death of twenty thousand men
>That for a fantasy and trick of fame
>Go to their graves like beds, fight for a plot
>Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause,
>Which is not tomb enough and continent to his the slain?

Absolute gold

>>	Anonymous Sat Mar 17 13:55:05 2018 No.10855721 >>10853896 >>10855581 joyce is nothing like shakespeare shakespeare wrote every story that we need

>>	Anonymous Sat Mar 17 13:57:51 2018 No.10855732 >>10852952 I know my price, I am worth no worse a place.

>>	Anonymous Sat Mar 17 14:12:23 2018 No.10855777 >>10853091 Even /lit/ isn’t safe from brap-posting

Anonymous Sat Mar 17 14:18:09 2018 No.10855797

>>10853810
watch his plays at the theatre if you're just being introduced to him. his plays were (obviously) written to be read aloud, and not by those terrible librivox recordings with american accents and murdered pentameter.

'i pray you, mar no more of my verses with reading them ill-favoredly'

>>	Anonymous Sat Mar 17 14:18:30 2018 No.10855799 >If thou wert my fool, nuncle, I'd have three beaten for being old before thy time. >Thou shouldst not have been old before thou hadst been wise.

Anonymous Sat Mar 17 14:20:13 2018 No.10855806

— 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.

>>	Anonymous Sat Mar 17 14:23:17 2018 No.10855826 >>10855797 man, I wish I didn't live in the shit end of nowhere. Are there any good videos (heck, even just recordings) of Shakespeare plays?

>>	Anonymous Sat Mar 17 14:24:06 2018 No.10855835 queen mab

>>	Anonymous Sat Mar 17 14:26:15 2018 No.10855844 >>10855797 >'i pray you, mar no more of my verses with reading them ill-favoredly' NOT PENTAMETER

Anonymous Sat Mar 17 14:27:07 2018 No.10855849

Not my 'favorite', but I think of this small speech by Feste often, when I'm feeling overly sentimental or saccharine:
Now, the melancholy god protect thee; and the
tailor make thy doublet of changeable taffeta, for
thy mind is a very opal. I would have men of such 970
constancy put to sea, that their business might be
every thing and their intent every where; for that's
it that always makes a good voyage of nothing. Farewell.

>>	Anonymous Sat Mar 17 14:29:38 2018 No.10855856 >>10852952 "in Heaven, send hether to see and if your messenger find him not there seek him in the other place thy self"(can't remember if they're the exact words)

Anonymous Sat Mar 17 14:30:02 2018 No.10855857

>>10855826
i think there are ways you can watch plays online, and i think there are audio recordings by gielgud, barrymore, richardson etc you can find. also the olivier films are your basic shakespeare plays, just filmed. once you know his work a little better, orson welles made 3 shakespeare films, 2 of which i'd say a much greater than any play could be.

Anonymous Sat Mar 17 14:30:46 2018 No.10855860

Cease to persuade, my loving Proteus:
Home-keeping youth have ever homely wits.
Were't not affection chains thy tender days
To the sweet glances of thy honour'd love,
I rather would entreat thy company
To see the wonders of the world abroad,
Than, living dully sluggardized at home,
Wear out thy youth with shapeless idleness.
But since thou lovest, love still and thrive therein,
Even as I would when I to love begin

>>	Anonymous Sat Mar 17 14:31:33 2018 No.10855866 >>10855844 well he wrote in prose too you know.

>>	Anonymous Sat Mar 17 14:34:02 2018 No.10855877 >>10855554 >Why is he NEVER mentioned as a philosopher? Good question, especially considering he’s highly regarded by most philosophers, as he should be.

>>	Anonymous Sat Mar 17 14:38:13 2018 No.10855895 >>10855554 because he said things everybody knows. but no doubt he was one of the great philosophers, we know he read montaigne

>>	Anonymous Sat Mar 17 14:39:31 2018 No.10855900 Confused frenchie here. Pardon the basic question, but what edition of his Complete Work should I buy ? Don’t feel lime wasting 50+$ and i’m a bit confused by all these different choices.

>>	Anonymous Sat Mar 17 14:43:15 2018 No.10855913 >>10855900 the second folio. are you getting it in english?

>>	Anonymous Sat Mar 17 14:43:52 2018 No.10855917 >>10855900 probably doesn't really matter, since its in the original language there won't be any major changes

>>	Anonymous Sat Mar 17 14:45:10 2018 No.10855922 >>10855913 Oh yeah, I don’t need a bilingual edition. Anyway I got all these french translations lying around, which i’ll refer to if I ever need help (which I will).

Anonymous Sat Mar 17 14:48:38 2018 No.10855939

>>10852952
the bard makes a pussy joke:

MALVOLIO (picking up the letter): By my life, this is my lady’s hand these be her very C’s, her U’s and her T’s and thus makes she her great P’s

>>10852973
if you're fucking dissing joshua reynolds and thomas gainsborough i'll see you outside in the car park

>>	Anonymous Sat Mar 17 14:51:47 2018 No.10855952 >>10855922 i don't speak french, but sometimes i think romance languages will have an easier time reading elizabethan english than lots of modern english people, because of latin in medieval britain.

>>	Anonymous Sat Mar 17 14:52:59 2018 No.10855958 Hell is empty and all the devils are here

>>	Anonymous Sat Mar 17 14:53:55 2018 No.10855963 >>10855939 HAMLET Lady, shall I lie in your lap? OPHELIA No, my lord. HAMLET I mean, my head upon your lap? OPHELIA Ay, my lord. HAMLET Do you think I meant country matters?

>>	Anonymous Sat Mar 17 14:54:48 2018 No.10855970 >>10855777 kek

>>	Anonymous Sat Mar 17 14:56:29 2018 No.10855976 File: 209 KB, 396x394, laughingvertebrates.png [View same] [iqdb] [saucenao] [google] >>10855963 >country matters Will, leave off, I'm laughing right to death

>>	Anonymous Sat Mar 17 15:00:52 2018 No.10855993 nada, vivir

Anonymous Sat Mar 17 15:02:00 2018 No.10856003

>>10855952
It’s nothing impossible, that’s for sure. I have a harder time deciphering Ulysses than Hamlet, i’ll just say that. Plus Shakespeare is a lot of fun, ofc. That man is an even better tragedian than Racine, which is our best playwright by quite a margin.

Anonymous Sat Mar 17 15:05:53 2018 No.10856021

>>10855976
unfortunately >>10855963 left off the punchline

....
HAMLET
Do you think I meant country matters?

OPHELIA
I think nothing, my lord.

HAMLET
That’s a fair thought to lie between maids' legs.

OPHELIA
What is, my lord?

HAMLET
Nothing.

"nothing" being shakespearean-era slang for pussy. his audience would have got the joke, even if you don't.

Anonymous Sat Mar 17 15:10:43 2018 No.10856043

>>10856021
>"nothing" being shakespearean-era slang for pussy. his audience would have got the joke, even if you don't.
Bitch, this is something twelve-year-olds know. Why do you assume I don't get the joke?

And "country matters" is pretty obviously a pun on "cunt."

>>	Anonymous Sat Mar 17 15:20:29 2018 No.10856091 >>10855844 neither were orlando's verses

>>	Anonymous Sat Mar 17 15:24:30 2018 No.10856107 Stars, hide your fires, let not light see my black and deep desires

Anonymous Sat Mar 17 15:30:19 2018 No.10856130

Kind of an obscure one, but this line immediately jumped out at me when I first read it.

>OLIVIA: How does he love me?
>VIOLA: With adorations, fertile tears,
With groans that thunder love, with sighs of fire.

How did he think of this shit? Any other writer would have said the literal ways that he loves her. But no, we get "sighs of fire." That says more in 3 words than any long description that could have been given.

>>	Anonymous Sat Mar 17 15:33:30 2018 No.10856144 >>10856021 Did they call it "nothing" as being ironic? Because pussy destroys everything in your life if you let it.

>>	Anonymous Sat Mar 17 15:36:09 2018 No.10856156 >That I have worn so many winters out, >And know not now what name to call myself ! Richard II, in desperation.

>>	Anonymous Sat Mar 17 15:44:28 2018 No.10856200 >>10856144 'an o thing' much ado about nothing

>>	Anonymous Sat Mar 17 15:51:24 2018 No.10856240 >>10856130 i don't disagree that it's expressive but it's hyperbole, my dude

>>	Anonymous Sat Mar 17 15:52:31 2018 No.10856246 >>10853079 This. That whole scene was his best.

>>	Anonymous Sat Mar 17 15:54:12 2018 No.10856254 >>10856240 The point I was trying to make is that Shakespeare can even surprise outside of the famous quotes and speeches. I never said it was his best, just one that popped out at me when reading.

Anonymous Sat Mar 17 15:59:14 2018 No.10856280

Macbeth
Whence is that knocking?
How is't with me, when every noise appalls me?
What hands are here? Hah! They pluck out mine eyes.
Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood
Clean from my hand? No; this my hand will rather
The multitudinous seas incarnadine,
Making the green one red.

>>	Anonymous Sat Mar 17 16:02:35 2018 No.10856300 >>10856200 >>10856144 the pun is 'no-thing', as in there's no 'thing' there but yes, in king lear, the metaphor is nihilizing. at one point lear declares the vagina the source of all strife and misery in the world.

>>	Anonymous Sat Mar 17 16:38:08 2018 No.10856461 >>10856130 truly miraculous

>>	Anonymous Sat Mar 17 16:50:25 2018 No.10856489 >>10855554 >Why is he NEVER mentioned as a philosopher? read mcluhan

Anonymous Sat Mar 17 17:16:53 2018 No.10856630

>>10855721
Joyce reduced language, style, form and expression into a singular tool to craft three of the most highly regarded pieces in their respective forms, and then invaded and remolded narrative with that textual awareness. He's up there with Milton and Cervantes and you're a fool to believe otherwise.

>>	Anonymous Sat Mar 17 17:24:56 2018 No.10856668 >>10856630 Milton is a stolid, stultifying, pedagogic booooooooore

>>	Anonymous Sat Mar 17 17:26:17 2018 No.10856684 >>10856668 hey now I agree he's nowhere near Cervantes or Shakey (the only one I'd put with them is Dante really), but he's not that bad.

>>	Anonymous Sat Mar 17 17:26:18 2018 No.10856685 >>10856668 What a wrong opinion

>>	Anonymous Sat Mar 17 17:27:13 2018 No.10856694 >>10856668 I remember being a freshman

>>	Anonymous Sat Mar 17 17:29:18 2018 No.10856702 >>10856668 All writers before widespread poverty was reduced were just glorified teachers. Even the Bible is just a handybook on how to write that a lot of people will read.

>>	Anonymous Sat Mar 17 17:29:38 2018 No.10856703 >>10856684 >>10856685 >>10856694 Reproduce for me, please, your favorite section of Paradise Lost, and I will analyse it into nothingness

>>	Anonymous Sat Mar 17 17:30:27 2018 No.10856709 Reminder that Shakespeare never wrote any of his own plays.

>>	Anonymous Sat Mar 17 17:31:30 2018 No.10856714 >>10856668 >>10856703 >booooooooore Are you a woman? You write like a woman.

>>	Anonymous Sat Mar 17 17:31:56 2018 No.10856716 >>10856702 What the fuck are you talking about?

>>	Anonymous Sat Mar 17 17:33:03 2018 No.10856722 >>10856714 wow, man you really got me there

>>	Anonymous Sat Mar 17 17:35:36 2018 No.10856736 >>10856722 I'll take that as a yes.

Anonymous Sat Mar 17 17:35:52 2018 No.10856737

>>10856280
the 'hands' are Duncans, and then he thinks that all the waters of the ocean cant wash away his guilt. Incarnadine means pink. Here its used as a verb. Making the green one red is the pure anglo-saxon version of the multitudinous seas incarnadine. Shakespeare does this a lot, theres noone better at juxtaposing latinate and anglosaxon English like this

>>	Anonymous Sat Mar 17 17:37:42 2018 No.10856746 >>10856684 enough with this childish 'a is better than b lol' shit, this was a good thread before you 'tards invaded.

>>	Anonymous Sat Mar 17 17:41:14 2018 No.10856762 >>10856746 I wish the mods would just delete all the comments about whose better than who, it just turns every thread to shit. I'm guessing its ppl new to literature who want to contribute something but guys youre adding nothing.

Anonymous Sat Mar 17 17:50:48 2018 No.10856824

>>10856703
*unsheathes Milton*
>So spake the Son, and into terrour chang'd
>His count'nance too severe to be beheld
>And full of wrauth bent on his Enemies.
>At once the Four spred out thir Starrie wings
>With dreadful shade contiguous, and the Orbes
>Of his fierce Chariot rowld, as with the sound
>Of torrent Floods, or of the numerous Host.
>Hee on his impious Foes right onward drove,
>Gloomie as Night; under his burning Wheeles
>The stedfast Empyrean shook throughout,
>All but the Throne it self of God. Full soon
>Among them he arriv'd; in his right hand
>Grasping ten thousand Thunders, which he sent
>Before him, such as in thir Soules infix'd
>Plagues; they astonisht all resistance lost,
>All courage; down thir idle weapons drop'd;
>O're Shields and Helmes, and helmed heads he rode
>Of Thrones and mighty Seraphim prostrate,
>That wish'd the Mountains now might be again
>Thrown on them as a shelter from his ire.
...
>With terrors and with furies to the bounds
>And Chrystall wall of Heav'n, which op'ning wide,
>Rowld inward, and a spacious Gap disclos'd
>Into the wastful Deep; the monstrous sight
>Strook them with horror backward, but far worse
>Urg'd them behind; headlong themselvs they threw
>Down from the verge of Heav'n Eternal wrauth
>Burnt after them to the bottomless pit.

>>	Anonymous Sat Mar 17 18:07:07 2018 No.10856898 >>10854908 Underrated post

>>	Anonymous Sat Mar 17 18:09:33 2018 No.10856913 >>10856709 Shakespeare is an idea the person doesnt matter the text exists and thats enough

Anonymous Sat Mar 17 18:25:07 2018 No.10856983

Posting some rare Shakespeare:

For Orpheus' lute was strung with poets' sinews,
Whose golden touch could soften steel and stones,
Make tigers tame and huge leviathans
Forsake unsounded deeps to dance on sands.

(...)

But love, first learned in a lady's eyes,
Lives not alone immured in the brain;
But, with the motion of all elements,
Courses as swift as thought in every power,
And gives to every power a double power,
Above their functions and their offices.
It adds a precious seeing to the eye;
A lover's eyes will gaze an eagle blind;
A lover's ear will hear the lowest sound,
When the suspicious head of theft is stopp'd:
Love's feeling is more soft and sensible
Than are the tender horns of cockl'd snails;
Love's tongue proves dainty Bacchus gross in taste:
For valour, is not Love a Hercules,
Still climbing trees in the Hesperides?
Subtle as Sphinx; as sweet and musical
As bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hair:
And when Love speaks, the voice of all the gods
Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony.

(...)

What win I, if I gain the thing I seek?
A dream, a breath, a froth of fleeting joy.
Who buys a minute's mirth to wail a week?
Or sells eternity to get a toy?
For one sweet grape who will the vine destroy?
Or what fond beggar, but to touch the crown,
Would with the sceptre straight be strucken down?

(...)

A terrible childbed hast thou had, my dear;
No light, no fire: the unfriendly elements
Forgot thee utterly: nor have I time
To give thee hallow'd to thy grave, but straight
Must cast thee, scarcely coffin'd, in the ooze;
Where, for a monument upon thy bones,
And e'er-remaining lamps, the belching whale
And humming water must o'erwhelm thy corpse,
Lying with simple shells.

(...)

Thou art a slave, whom Fortune's tender arm
With favour never clasp'd; but bred a dog.
Hadst thou, like us from our first swath, proceeded
The sweet degrees that this brief world affords
To such as may the passive drugs of it
Freely command, thou wouldst have plunged thyself
In general riot; melted down thy youth
In different beds of lust; and never learn'd
The icy precepts of respect, but follow'd
The sugar'd game before thee. But myself,
Who had the world as my confectionary,
The mouths, the tongues, the eyes and hearts of men
At duty, more than I could frame employment,
That numberless upon me stuck as leaves
Do on the oak, hive with one winter's brush
Fell from their boughs and left me open, bare
For every storm that blows: I, to bear this,
That never knew but better, is some burden:
Thy nature did commence in sufferance, time
Hath made thee hard in't. Why shouldst thou hate men?
They never flatter'd thee: what hast thou given?
If thou wilt curse, thy father, that poor rag,
Must be thy subject, who in spite put stuff
To some she beggar and compounded thee
Poor rogue hereditary. Hence, be gone!
If thou hadst not been born the worst of men,
Thou hadst been a knave and flatterer.

>>	Anonymous Sat Mar 17 18:27:31 2018 No.10856995 No

Anonymous Sat Mar 17 18:32:22 2018 No.10857020

Shakespeare has made me laugh, cry, cringe, groan, fawn, do that hip hop "ohhhhhhh" (put the book down and give props with excessive physicality) and lose my shit over how much he just understood everything so much better than anyone else.

We don't deserve him.

>>	Anonymous Sat Mar 17 18:33:39 2018 No.10857027 >>10856043 I had literally no idea that "nothing" had that meaning. it was news to me.

>>	Anonymous Sat Mar 17 18:34:22 2018 No.10857034 dongs

>>	Anonymous Sat Mar 17 18:41:14 2018 No.10857066 >>10857020 this, outrageous how divine his mind was.

>>	Anonymous Sat Mar 17 18:46:03 2018 No.10857093 >>10857020 I'm glad you're so enamoured with Shakespeare, but this read like a goodreads comment. don't ever type like this again. seriously.

>>	Anonymous Sat Mar 17 18:48:04 2018 No.10857103 >>10857093 >. seriously. pure reddit lol . seriously.

>>	Anonymous Sat Mar 17 18:55:39 2018 No.10857139 >>10857103 we'll both make progress then. you ditch the goodreads woman shit and i'll stop the reddit stuff.

>>	Anonymous Sat Mar 17 18:56:44 2018 No.10857147 >>10856983 >For Orpheus' lute was strung with poets' sinews, kind of creepy tbqh william

>>	Anonymous Sat Mar 17 18:57:57 2018 No.10857151 >>10857139 not that guy, le irony

>>	Anonymous Sat Mar 17 18:59:54 2018 No.10857160 >>10857151 >haha even though i'm on an anonymous website i'll just respond to someone who wasn't talking to me without indicating i'm not the same person

>>	Anonymous Sat Mar 17 19:04:29 2018 No.10857185 >>10856983 good stuff anon When you start to memorize lots of Shakey y ou realize how many writers since best stuff is essentially re-jiggerings of his work

>>	Anonymous Sat Mar 17 19:06:13 2018 No.10857194 >>10857160 Yeh you guys can do me a favor and ensure you fully self-disclose in the interests of a more well-rounded dialectic? k thnx bye

>>	Anonymous Sat Mar 17 19:08:13 2018 No.10857205 >>10852952 “Life is nothing but a stage and we are all artists playing the game of life” - William S. Shakespeare

>>	Anonymous Sat Mar 17 19:12:01 2018 No.10857228 What do we think about the Tempest? Was thinking about starting a thread about it since would like to discuss.

>>	Anonymous Sat Mar 17 19:26:40 2018 No.10857309 >>10857093 But ima qt anon ;*

>>	Anonymous Sat Mar 17 20:00:49 2018 No.10857482 >>10857228 start a thread with your opinions, just dont be troll or post a single image with no content and it should be a good thread.

>>	Anonymous Sat Mar 17 20:06:24 2018 No.10857510 >This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. Unironically just b urself.

>>	Anonymous Sat Mar 17 20:13:47 2018 No.10857544 >>10853292 https://www.snopes.com/fact-check/amelia-bassano-william-shakespeare/ it is BS

>>	Anonymous Sat Mar 17 20:14:50 2018 No.10857546 Reminder that all true literary greats hate Shakespeare. Just look at Tolstoy.

>>	Anonymous Sat Mar 17 20:34:20 2018 No.10857648 >>10857546 ...and all the others love him >>10857510 to be fair its an ironic statement

>>	Anonymous Sat Mar 17 23:22:37 2018 No.10858455 File: 129 KB, 934x1239, D5FC8926-DB15-4719-AA56-CC79B587AC17.jpg [View same] [iqdb] [saucenao] [google] >>10857546 >Just look at Tolstoy. >muh morality the author http://www.orwell.ru/library/essays/lear/english/e_ltf

>>	Anonymous Sat Mar 17 23:24:59 2018 No.10858461 File: 7 KB, 192x263, download.jpg [View same] [iqdb] [saucenao] [google] >>10853499 .

>>	Anonymous Sat Mar 17 23:27:38 2018 No.10858475 >>10854013 >but it's not particularly highly regarded as a general rule. I like it.

>>	Anonymous Sat Mar 17 23:46:34 2018 No.10858556 Nobody posted this yet? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O6BkWFdjuIA

>>	Anonymous Sat Mar 17 23:54:42 2018 No.10858582 >>10858556 awful delivery

>>	Anonymous Sat Mar 17 23:56:48 2018 No.10858597 >>10852952 Those hours, that with gentle work did frame The lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell I only got to like 9 or 10 of his sonnets, kind of bored about the kid shilling shit.

>>	Anonymous Sun Mar 18 01:19:08 2018 No.10858953 SPEED “Item: She is slow in words.” LANCE O villain, that set this down among her vices! To be slow in words is a woman’s only virtue. I pray thee, out with ’t, and place it for her chief virtue.

>>	Anonymous Sun Mar 18 01:21:26 2018 No.10858962 havent read much but i like romeo and juliet. been so long but i always connected it to rome and judaism

>>	Anonymous Sun Mar 18 01:56:48 2018 No.10859107 >>10858953 one of the weakest exchanges in one of the weakest plays

>>	Anonymous Sun Mar 18 01:59:11 2018 No.10859112 >>10857544 >snopes neck

>>	Anonymous Sun Mar 18 02:00:34 2018 No.10859120 >>10859107 >weakest plays I also get my opinions from Wikipedia

>>	Anonymous Sun Mar 18 02:02:45 2018 No.10859129 File: 87 KB, 640x638, 600cc7b.jpg [View same] [iqdb] [saucenao] [google]

>>	Anonymous Sun Mar 18 02:44:01 2018 No.10859239 >>10859120 i'm a professional actor and director and was the coordinator for my college's shakespeare group but yeah, no, you and i, we're basically the same

>>	Anonymous Sun Mar 18 02:49:24 2018 No.10859263 >>10859239 You're opinions are basic and your unwarranted appeal to authority is pathetic.

>>	Anonymous Sun Mar 18 02:49:37 2018 No.10859264 >>10859239 I literally wrote all of shakespeares plays. You're welcome for the career.

>>	Anonymous Sun Mar 18 02:50:30 2018 No.10859267 File: 853 KB, 720x760, Screenshot_2018-03-15-19-42-52.png [View same] [iqdb] [saucenao] [google] >>10859129 >line breaks removed

>>	Anonymous Sun Mar 18 02:52:20 2018 No.10859276 File: 86 KB, 500x219, shakespeare-quote-of-the-day-an-ssl-error-has-occurred-12429193.png [View same] [iqdb] [saucenao] [google]

>>	Anonymous Sun Mar 18 03:04:32 2018 No.10859302 >>10859263 i'm phone-posting on norco and can still keep my contractions straight your favorite line is from two gents and you're calling me basic explain why you think the 'slow in words' bit is exemplary

>>	Anonymous Sun Mar 18 03:11:39 2018 No.10859310 >>10859276 Lol, I want to steal this and repost it in the future but it's probably an old meme everyone has seen but I of course missed.

>>	Anonymous Sun Mar 18 06:35:45 2018 No.10859828 The world must be peopled!

>>	Anonymous Sun Mar 18 06:38:18 2018 No.10859834 My father named me Autolycus; who being, as I am, littered under Mercury, was likewise a snapper-up of unconsidered trifles.

>>	Anonymous Sun Mar 18 06:44:32 2018 No.10859843 >>10859834 So you're the dude who does the Europa Report.

>>	Anonymous Sun Mar 18 09:32:13 2018 No.10860221 >>10855826 Pirate the Royal Shakespeare company's recordings. Some of them are on YouTube as well.

>>	Anonymous Sun Mar 18 10:00:01 2018 No.10860297 >>10856130 this is from twelfth night. the first of the plays i read. >With adorations, fertile tears, >With groans that thunder love >with sighs of fire. although now i look at it again it is a bit like a Kiss lyric

>>	Anonymous Sun Mar 18 12:53:58 2018 No.10860803 >>10856130 This reminds me of a Nabokov line that blew my mind in Lolita. "The hot thunder of her whisper."

>>	Anonymous Sun Mar 18 12:56:23 2018 No.10860817 >>10859276 Truly ahead of his time.

>>	Anonymous Sun Mar 18 12:57:39 2018 No.10860828 Doubt thou the stars are fire, Doubt that the sun doth move, Doubt truth to be a liar, But never doubt I love.

Anonymous Sun Mar 18 14:03:11 2018 No.10861090

Give me the glass, and therein will I read.
No deeper wrinkles yet? hath sorrow struck
So many blows upon this face of mine,
And made no deeper wounds? O flattering glass,
Like to my followers in prosperity,
Thou dost beguile me! Was this face the face
That every day under his household roof
Did keep ten thousand men? was this the face
That, like the sun, did make beholders wink?
Was this the face that faced so many follies,
And was at last out-faced by Bolingbroke?
A brittle glory shineth in this face:
As brittle as the glory is the face;
[Dashes the glass against the ground]
For there it is, crack'd in a hundred shivers.
Mark, silent king, the moral of this sport,
How soon my sorrow hath destroy'd my face.

>>	Anonymous Sun Mar 18 14:06:48 2018 No.10861108 >>10861090 Ha! The shadow of your sorrow hath destroyed The shadow of your face.

>>	Anonymous Sun Mar 18 14:13:47 2018 No.10861140 >>10855857 >2 of which i'd say a much greater than any play could be. Which two?

>>	Anonymous Sun Mar 18 14:42:46 2018 No.10861248 >>10861140 Not him, but I think he means Chimes at Midnight (it’s a sublime film) and Macbeth.

>>	Anonymous Sun Mar 18 16:14:12 2018 No.10861693 how many ppl in this thread are NOT 19 year old english majors

>>	Anonymous Sun Mar 18 17:07:40 2018 No.10861959 >>10861693 I’m a 31 year old Brazilian lawyer. Posted the rare Shakespeare quotes: >>10856983

>>	Anonymous Sun Mar 18 17:10:45 2018 No.10861976 >>10861959 what kind of law does a brazilian practice?

>>	Anonymous Sun Mar 18 17:12:19 2018 No.10861984 >>10861976 banana and macaco law

>>	Anonymous Sun Mar 18 19:23:50 2018 No.10862556 >>10861959 good quotes, I was more referring to the people discussing Joyce and Milton and being elitist about how much Shakespeare other's "understand"

Anonymous Sun Mar 18 19:33:05 2018 No.10862598

>>10861984
uma obviosa
>>10862556
it would be nice if people, when challenged and pressed to support their choices, actually did so
i do this as a didactic exercise, to get others thinking about their aesthetic judgements
i am never answered, which leads me to believe that, for most here, the 'appreciation' of art is little more than a reaction to an agreeable stimulus
or the parroting of received opinion
there is no thought here, only transmission

Anonymous Mon Mar 19 00:07:08 2018 No.10863716

>>10852952
Sein oder Nichtsein, das ist hier die Frage:
Ob’s edler im Gemüt, die Pfeil’ und Schleudern
Des wütenden Geschicks erdulden, oder,
Sich waffnend gegen eine See von Plagen,
Im Widerstand zu enden. Sterben – schlafen –
Nichts weiter! – und zu wissen, dass ein Schlaf
Das Herzweh und die tausend Stöße endet,
Die unsers Fleisches Erbteil – ’s ist ein Ziel,
Aufs innigste zu wünschen. Sterben – schlafen –
Schlafen! Vielleicht auch träumen! – Ja, da liegt’s:
Was in dem Schlaf für Träume kommen mögen,
Wenn wir den Drang des Ird’schen abgeschüttelt,
Das zwingt uns stillzustehn. Das ist die Rücksicht,
Die Elend lässt zu hohen Jahren kommen.
Denn wer ertrüg der Zeiten Spott und Geißel,
Des Mächt’gen Druck, des Stolzen Misshandlungen,
Verschmähter Liebe Pein, des Rechtes Aufschub,
Den Übermut der Ämter und die Schmach,
Die Unwert schweigendem Verdienst erweist,
Wenn er sich selbst in Ruhstand setzen könnte
Mit einer Nadel bloß? Wer trüge Lasten
Und stöhnt’ und schwitzte unter Lebensmüh’?
Nur dass die Furcht vor etwas nach dem Tod –
Das unentdeckte Land, von des Bezirk
Kein Wandrer wiederkehrt – den Willen irrt,
Dass wir die Übel, die wir haben, lieber
Ertragen, als zu unbekannten fliehn.
So macht Bewusstsein Feige aus uns allen;
Der angebornen Farbe der Entschließung
Wird des Gedankens Blässe angekränkelt;
Und Wagestücke hohen Flugs und Werts,
Durch diese Rücksicht aus der Bahn gelenkt,
Verlieren so der Handlung Namen. – Still!
Die reizende Ophelia. – Nymphe, schließ
In dein Gebet all meine Sünden ein.

Anonymous Mon Mar 19 06:30:33 2018 No.10864817

Patience and sorrow strove
Who should express her goodliest. You have seen
Sunshine and rain at once—her smiles and tears
Were like a better way. Those happy smilets
That played on her ripe lip seemed not to know
What guests were in her eyes, which parted thence
As pearls from diamonds dropped. In brief,
Sorrow would be a rarity most beloved
If all could so become it.

This is the excellent foppery of the world, that,
when we are sick in fortune,--often the surfeit
of our own behavior,--we make guilty of our
disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars: as
if we were villains by necessity; fools by
heavenly compulsion; knaves, thieves, and
treachers, by spherical predominance; drunkards,
liars, and adulterers, by an enforced obedience of
planetary influence; and all that we are evil in,
by a divine thrusting on: an admirable evasion
of whoremaster man, to lay his goatish
disposition to the charge of a star! My
father compounded with my mother under the
dragon's tail; and my nativity was under Ursa
major; so that it follows, I am rough and
lecherous. Tut, I should have been that I am,
had the maidenliest star in the firmament
twinkled on my bastardizing. Edgar--
And pat he comes like the catastrophe of the old
comedy: my cue is villanous melancholy, with a
sigh like Tom o' Bedlam. O, these eclipses do
portend these divisions! fa, sol, la, mi.

Is this a dagger which I see before me,
The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee.
I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.
Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible
To feeling as to sight? or art thou but
A dagger of the mind, a false creation,
Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
I see thee yet, in form as palpable
As this which now I draw.
Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going;
And such an instrument I was to use.
Mine eyes are made the fools o' the other senses,
Or else worth all the rest; I see thee still,
And on thy blade and dudgeon gouts of blood,
Which was not so before. There's no such thing:
It is the bloody business which informs
Thus to mine eyes. Now o'er the one halfworld
Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse
The curtain'd sleep; witchcraft celebrates
Pale Hecate's offerings, and wither'd murder,
Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf,
Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace.
With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design
Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth,
Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear
Thy very stones prate of my whereabout,
And take the present horror from the time,
Which now suits with it. Whiles I threat, he lives:
Words to the heat of deeds too cold breath gives.
I go, and it is done; the bell invites me.
Hear it not, Duncan; for it is a knell
That summons thee to heaven or to hell.

>>	Anonymous Mon Mar 19 06:50:07 2018 No.10864887 File: 97 KB, 520x600, 1499973311226.jpg [View same] [iqdb] [saucenao] [google] >>10863716 >translation

>>	Anonymous Mon Mar 19 07:21:01 2018 No.10864996 >>10863716 >German embarrassing

>>	Anonymous Mon Mar 19 13:55:06 2018 No.10866315 >>10852952 Shall I compare thine mother to a summer's day?

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