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[Anonymous No.13767874]

What are some of your favorite Shakespeare lines?

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 opposing end them. To die—to sleep,
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to: 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep, perchance to dream—ay, there's the rub:
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause—there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
Th'oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of dispriz'd love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of th'unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscovere'd country, from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pitch and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry
And lose the name of action.

[Anonymous No.13767909]

>I am his highness' dog at Kew;
>Pray tell me, sir, whose dog are you?
Oh wait that's Pope

[Anonymous No.13767930]

>Sirrah, go you to Bartholomew, my page,
>And see him dressed in all suits like a lady:
>That done, conduct him to the drunkard's chamber,
>And call him "Madam," do him obeisance
>Tell him from me, as he will win my love,
>He beat himself with honourable action,
>Such as he hath observed in noble ladies
>Unto their lords, by them accomplished:
>Such duty to the drunkard let him do
>With soft low tongue and lowly courtesy,
>And say 'What is't your honour will command,
>Wherein your lady and your humble wife
>May show her duty and make known her love?'
>And then with kind embracements, tempting kisses,
>And with declining head into his bosom,
>Bid him shed tears, as being overjoy'd
>To see her noble lord restored to health,
>Who for this seven years hath esteem'd him
>No better than a poor and loathsome beggar:
>And if the boy have not a woman's gift
>To rain a shower of commanded tears,
>An onion will do well for such a shift,
>Which in a napkin being close convey'd
>Shall in despite enforce a watery eye.
http://shakespeare.mit.edu/taming_shrew/full.html

Shakespeare clearly had a thing for traps.

[Anonymous No.13767940]

"What, you egg? [He stabs him]" - William Shakespeare

[Anonymous No.13768013]

>I will bite thee by the ear for that jest

[Anonymous No.13768015]

>Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

[Anonymous No.13768026]

for there is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.

[Anonymous No.13768030]

Better a witty fool, than a foolish wit.

[Anonymous No.13768089]

The villainy you teach me, I will execute, and it shall go hard but I will better the instruction.

[Anonymous No.13768105]

>>13767874

[Anonymous No.13768118]

>>13767940
>tfw it's real

[Anonymous No.13768142]

Oh most wicked speed to post with such dexterity to incestuous sheets

[Anonymous No.13768695]

>>13767874
Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow bitch
Also
> I bite my thumb at thee

[Anonymous No.13768700]

And yet, to say the truth, reason and love keep little company together nowadays.

[Anonymous No.13768731]

>>13767930
Holy shit that’s awesome.