favorite Shakespeare quotes

[Anonymous No.6992701]

Post your favorite Shakespeare quotes I'll start

>hell is empty and all the devils are here

[Anonymous No.6992716]

>>6992701
>What three things does drink especially provoke? Marry, sir, nose-painting, sleep, and urine.

[Anonymous No.6992724]

>To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, to throw a perfume on the violet, to smooth the ice, or add another hue unto the rainbow, or with taper-light to seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, is wasteful and ridiculous excess.

[Anonymous No.6992729]

>>6992701
>A screaming comes across the sky.

[Anonymous No.6992734]

>I have done thy mother

[Anonymous No.6992737]

>>6992701
where the fuck is /lit/?

[Anonymous No.6992742]

>>6992701
where's /lit/ on that picture?

[Anonymous No.6992745]

>>6992737
>>6992742
>forgotten again

[Anonymous No.6992753]

>>6992737
>>6992742
Lits only a year old

[Anonymous No.6992758]

>>6992753
this is not true

[Anonymous No.6992759]

>>6992745
>>6992753

Isn't /lit/ supposed to be /rs/

and it isn't one year old, I've been here longer than that.

[Anonymous No.6992760]

>>6992701
>Frailty thy name is woman.

[Anonymous No.6992765]

>>6992759
oh i guess, wait wasn't /rs/ an actual thing?

[Anonymous No.6992774]

>>6992759
>>6992765
/rs/ was a board for filesharing links, eg megaupload links and shit

[Anonymous No.6992786]

>>6992774
that's what it was! thanks

[Anonymous No.6992791]

So, /lit/ didn't exist when the image was created.

I think this our conclusion. Can we close the thread?

[Anonymous No.6992792]

Well OP you did it again. Should have posted a picture of Shakespeare.

Macbeth's ending soliloquy. Can't remember it exactly right now and don't want to butcher it.

[Anonymous No.6992805]

>>6992791
yeah. We're done here.

/thread.

[Anonymous No.6992807]

>>6992758
>>6992759
Shh. It was clearly an epic ruse to rumble the newfags(redditors & /pol/tards)

[Anonymous No.6992809]

>what a blow was there given!

[Anonymous No.6992828]

>>6992792
She should've died hereafter
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 poor player, a walking shadow that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard from no more
it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing

spaces are off maybe i missed a few words

how did i do?

[Anonymous No.6992848]

Aaron the Moor, about to be put to death, delivers a pretty awesome monologue. He tells his captors that, if they promise not to harm his child, he'll confess his crimes to them. They agree, he confesses, and his captors are appalled at how seemingly remorseless he is.

LUCIAN: Art thou not sorry for these heinous deeds?

AARON: Ay, that I had not done a thousand more.
Even now I curse the day--and yet, I think,
Few come within the compass of my curse,--
Wherein I did not some notorious ill,
As kill a man, or else devise his death,
Ravish a maid, or plot the way to do it,
Accuse some innocent and forswear myself,
Set deadly enmity between two friends,
Make poor men's cattle break their necks;
Set fire on barns and hay-stacks in the night,
And bid the owners quench them with their tears.
Oft have I digg'd up dead men from their graves,
And set them upright at their dear friends' doors,
Even when their sorrows almost were forgot;
And on their skins, as on the bark of trees,
Have with my knife carved in Roman letters,
'Let not your sorrow die, though I am dead.'
Tut, I have done a thousand dreadful things
As willingly as one would kill a fly,
And nothing grieves me heartily indeed
But that I cannot do ten thousand more.

[Anonymous No.6992855]

>>6992848
Aaron > Iago

[Anonymous No.6992863]

>>6992701
>I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more is none.

[Anonymous No.6992877]

>>6992742
>>6992737
>>6992745
>The enemy comes on in gallant show

[Anonymous No.6992888]

>>6992701
>tfw I've been here long enough to get every single joke in this image without looking up the board names
whelp

[Anonymous No.6992893]

>>6992737
>>6992742
added

[Anonymous No.6992896]

>>6992877
The tree and moot will break our fall, causing us to walk with a limp for the rest of our lives.