Shakespeare?

[Beelzebub2]

From A Midsummer Night's Dream:

Things base and vile, holding no quantity,
Love can transpose to form and dignity.
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind;
And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind.
Nor hath Love's mind of any judgment taste;
Wings and no eyes, figure unheedy haste;
And therefore is Love said to be a child,
Because in choice he is so oft beguiled.
As waggish boys in game themselves forswear,
So the boy Love is perjured everywhere;
For ere Demetrius look'd on Hermia's eyne,
He hail'd down oaths that he was only mine;
And when this hail some heat from Hermia felt,
So he dissolv'd, and showers of oaths did melt.

(I, i, 234)

[Beelzebub2]

From Julius Caesar:

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.

(II, ii, 32-37)

[owtth]

My favourite line, from Hamlet

O that this too too sullied flesh would melt,
Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew,

[Lozzer]

Shakespeare was a faggot.

[Xamonas Chegwé]

Shakespeare was a faggot.

Actually, you might be right. There is a large body of evidence to support such speculation - see HERE. Why do you think that warrants unleashing a mob though?

[Lozzer]

Shakespeare was a faggot.

Actually, you might be right. There is a large body of evidence to support such speculation - see HERE. Why do you think that warrants unleashing a mob though?

Well, for one the man has always tormented me when it came to studying my English GCSE. I was on a winning streak with an A,A and B but then Shakespeare's work came along and my essay on received a C.

[Clinton Huxley]

Falstaff's catechism:-

What is honour? A word. What is in that word honour? What is that honour? Air. A trim reckoning! Who hath it? He that died a’ Wednesday. Doth he feel it? No. Doth he hear it? No. ‘Tis insensible, then? Yea, 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

[Xamonas Chegwé]

Shakespeare was a faggot.

Actually, you might be right. There is a large body of evidence to support such speculation - see HERE. Why do you think that warrants unleashing a mob though?

Well, for one the man has always tormented me when it came to studying my English GCSE. I was on a winning streak with an A,A and B but then Shakespeare's work came along and my essay on received a C.

So you blame your C on Shakespeare and not on your own lack of work or understanding? Or perhaps on the way that your teachers presented the work to you?

Shakespeare isn't easy. But he's worth the effort it takes to get to grips with the archaic language and layout.

[Lozzer]

Shakespeare was a faggot.

Actually, you might be right. There is a large body of evidence to support such speculation - see HERE. Why do you think that warrants unleashing a mob though?

Well, for one the man has always tormented me when it came to studying my English GCSE. I was on a winning streak with an A,A and B but then Shakespeare's work came along and my essay on received a C.

So you blame your C on Shakespeare and not on your own lack of work or understanding? Or perhaps on the way that your teachers presented the work to you?

Shakespeare isn't easy. But he's worth the effort it takes to get to grips with the archaic language and layout.

No, it was him.

[Xamonas Chegwé]

Shakespeare was a faggot.

Actually, you might be right. There is a large body of evidence to support such speculation - see HERE. Why do you think that warrants unleashing a mob though?

Well, for one the man has always tormented me when it came to studying my English GCSE. I was on a winning streak with an A,A and B but then Shakespeare's work came along and my essay on received a C.

So you blame your C on Shakespeare and not on your own lack of work or understanding? Or perhaps on the way that your teachers presented the work to you?

Shakespeare isn't easy. But he's worth the effort it takes to get to grips with the archaic language and layout.

No, it was him.

What did he do exactly? Do share.

[Elessarina]

WESTMORELAND. O that we now had here
But one ten thousand of those men in England
That do no work to-day!

KING. What's he that wishes so?
My cousin Westmoreland? No, my fair cousin;
If we are mark'd to die, we are enow
To do our country loss; and if to live,
The fewer men, the greater share of honour.
God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
By Jove, I am not covetous for gold,
Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;
It yearns me not if men my garments wear;
Such outward things dwell not in my desires.
But if it be a sin to covet honour,
I am the most offending soul alive.
No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from England.
God's peace! I would not lose so great an honour
As one man more methinks would share from me
For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more!
Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host,
That he which hath no stomach to this fight,
Let him depart; his passport shall be made,
And crowns for convoy put into his purse;
We would not die in that man's company
That fears his fellowship to die with us.
This day is call'd the feast of Crispian.
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say 'To-morrow is Saint Crispian.'
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,
And say 'These wounds I had on Crispian's day.'
Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember, with advantages,
What feats he did that day. Then shall our names,
Familiar in his mouth as household words-
Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester-
Be in their flowing cups freshly rememb'red.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remembered-
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition;
And gentlemen in England now-a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day

I often try to do it when I have had a few...

[klr]

...
That he which hath no stomach to this fight,
Let him depart;
...

Still part of my sig back you-know-where.

[devogue]

Do you know what I hate most about Shakespeare?

The way that his work has been hijacked by every fucking two-bit, head-up-his/her-hole fucking thesp.

I especially hate how his work is treated with such fucking sickening reverence by way of that curiously flat yet airy-fairy Olivier influenced delivery.

I hate how his work has been hijacked by academics - and it was just his work, in the same way that the scuzz-bucket little fuck who was Mozart, beloved of the Viennese dirtbags, has been elevated to near mythical status by professors in hallowed buildings.

That's what I fucking hate.

And lozzer is right - Shakespeare is gay shit for girls.

[klr]

As flies to wanton boys are we to the gods;
They kill us for their sport.

- Gloucester, King Lear Act 4, scene 1

EDIT:

Do you know what I hate most about Shakespeare?

The way that his work has been hijacked by every fucking two-bit, head-up-his/her-hole fucking thesp.

...
And lozzer is right - Shakespeare is gay shit for girls.

The lady devogue doth protest too much, methinks.

[Xamonas Chegwé]

Do you know what I hate most about Shakespeare?

The way that his work has been hijacked by every fucking two-bit, head-up-his/her-hole fucking thesp.

I especially hate how his work is treated with such fucking sickening reverence by way of that curiously flat yet airy-fairy Olivier influenced delivery.

I hate how his work has been hijacked by academics - and it was just his work, in the same way that the scuzz-bucket little fuck who was Mozart, beloved of the Viennese dirtbags, has been elevated to near mythical status by professors in hallowed buildings.

That's what I fucking hate.

And lozzer is right - Shakespeare is gay shit for girls.

Have you actually seen a play recently? Even the RSC doesn't go near the Olivier style anymore. Shakespeare is full of bawdy jokes and ridiculous caricatures and is meant to be entertainment. Try and catch the Rain Or Shine Theatre Company when they tour - you will see a small group of actors playing multiple roles, hamming it up and thoroughly enjoying themselves, along with an audience full of ordinary people pissing themselves laughing.