Quintessensual JULIET:
O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?
Deny thy father and refuse thy name;
Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,
And I'll no longer be a Capulet.

Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?

[Still unaware of Romeo's presence]
'Tis but thy name that is my enemy;
Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.
What's Montague? it is not hand, nor foot,
Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part
Belonging to a man. O, be some other name!
What's in a name? that which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet;
So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd,
Retain that dear perfection which he owes
Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name,
And for that name which is no part of thee
Take all myself.

[Making Juliet aware of his presence]
I take thee at thy word:
Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized;
Henceforth I never will be Romeo.

[Not yet realizing it was Romeo speaking]
What man art thou that thus bescreen'd in night
So stumblest on my counsel?

By a name
I know not how to tell thee who I am:
My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself,
Because it is an enemy to thee;
Had I it written, I would tear the word.
jennifer Jolie and Mark had been together since they were in diapers... as far back as anyone could remember at least. It was a great rarity that you ever saw one without the other, and in that such event, the visible one would give a teary recount as to the others absense, with an accompanying wistfull sigh. They were, for lack of a better cliche, as preordained as Romeo and Juliet. Only Romeo wasn't gay.... at least, he wasn't in The Bard's version....

so on that tragicly romantic note... we leave you this tale
Alexander Beetle I read this brilliant story once, about how Shakespeare got press-ganged (is that the term?) into coming to the New World, where, through a series of further misfortunes, he found himself living with the chief of some Indian tribe, I forget which. Anyway, the really brilliant part was when he adapts and directs Hamlet for them! Damn, I wish I remember where I read it! 011028
ClairE I wish I could quote,
but I can't.

Not quite as
as one
might think.
DannyH And tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow
Creeps this petty pace from day to day.
ever dumbening i love it when homeless people recite shakespeare 011127
nemo we're reading much ado about nothing in second hour 011128
flo enough, no more, tis not so sweet as it was before. 011129
niki the man knew his shit 011211
flo ahhh, at last an epitaph to the great man that really sums up his genius, the whole world has been waitng and finally we may sleep. 011222
god tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow creeps in this petty pace from day to day til 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 is heard no more. it is a tale told by an idiot. full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.

you can shake my speare!
Mateo She should have died herafter 020214
unique butterfly taming of the shrew. my favorite shakespeare play...

parting is such sweet sorrow, that i shall say goodnight, 'til it be morrow. my favorite shakespeare line.
Syrope i love shakespeare when i can read it on my own...reading it in school is rough, cuz you have people who don't get anything about it and those who get the plot but not the neat little language quirks or symbolism...takes forever to get through one play. 020415
Kate We finished reading Twelfth Night a few weeks ago and tommorow we have our final exam essay over it. I thought that it had a clever plot but I really have to struggle through the old language. Reading books for school is almost never fun. It made me sad the number of people who totally didn't read the book at all and just guessed their way through everything. Literacy is not underrated. 020530
something is rotten in birdmad I am myself indifferent honest;
but yet I could accuse me of such things that it
were better my mother had not borne me: I am very
proud, revengeful, ambitious, with more offences at
my beck than I have thoughts to put them in,
imagination to give them shape, or time to act them
in. What should such fellows as I do crawling
between earth and heaven? We are arrant knaves,
all; believe none of us.
as i am an honest puck daddy if we shadows have offended,
think but this and all is mended,
that you have but slumbered here,
while these visions did appear.
And this weak and idle theme,
no more yielding than a dream.
poetic_onslaught O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!
It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night
Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear;
Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!
So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows,
As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows.
The measure done, I'll watch her place of stand,
And, touching hers, make blessed my rude hand.
Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight!
For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.
Kate I have killer instinct. When I heard the advertisement on NPR for the Shakespeare production at Stan Hywet, I knew, or just hoped fervently, that you were going to ask me. So you're picking me up on Saturday and I'm so nervously excited. Perhaps your family won't like me or think I am dumb compared to them. Perhaps I'll look fat or plain in my dress... But I'll be so glad to be with you that hopefully if I am, my smile will cancel any problems. Coincidentally we're going to see 'The Taming of the Shrew', which we had to read selections of in 8th grade English, and of course I had to read the parts of Katharine. It was amusing how my name is Kate. 020718
Titvs Andronicvs (V - i - 120-144) LUCIUS:
Art thounot sorry for these heinous deeds?

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 notorius 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;
Made 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 I have digg'd up dead men from their
And set them upright at their dear friends' door,
Even when their sorrows almost was forgot;
And on their skins, as on the bark of trees,
Have with my knife carv'd 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 hertily indeed,
But that I cannot do ten thousand more
cresentwhench I wish I had been alive in thee Elizabethan thyme.
Besides the Bubonic plague,
those dudes really knew how to rhyme.
Not like my failed attempest of thou foul writing...much sweeter like the smell of lavander, upon thou's baited breath, after thou lernst that thou should nottist have eaten thy lavander. Hey, thee is very catchy...I shalt talketh like this for all eternity. HEHEHE!
blather elizabethan grammar check shouldst not
and not "thou's" but instead "thy" or "thine"
cresentwhench uhhh....ok. 030101
oldephebe are you for freakin' real? elizabethan grammar check!

white_wave Midsummer_Nights_Dream:

I was Mustardseed!
everyoneispretty I am not what I am 040524
Lint Lover o God, I could be bounded in a nutshell and count myself a king of infinite space,were it not that I have bad dreams 040524
oldephebe yes yEs! spin your golden thread here! ply your vice and skill and redoubtable endowments upon this gilded OUT my name, for the name of thine Art art rhetoric. Of all the ornate fountains this side of shale, thou art reknown for thine murmers and shouts, thou cuttest the slenderest swath out of my soul and that one scar singeth, singeth me to my Damnation.
oE aaron presages the insinuation of the charasmatic into shakespeares cosmos...although he is well pretty much beyond the pale as villians go, he even more than andronicus has that quality that simultaneously makes us want to look away and stare...
ethereal Hamlet now...Henry V three weeks ago, MacBeth a month before that...Othello a year before now, Romeo and Juliet a year before that...what else have I studied at school? School rapes Shakespeare... 040526
Deomis "O mighty Caesar! dost thou lie so low?
Are all thy conquests, glories, triumphs, spoils,
Shrunk to this little measure?"
oldephebe Oh how almost unbearably rapturous!

Could I BE any less strangely too specific?...and a little *taps chin, then gestures emphatically* less like a young roddy mcdowell meets the girl from Alias? *sighs exasperatedly*
oE i think i meant the overt use of way too many adverbial modifiers...

and jennifer garner is that radiant flowers name...
New Zealand girl death i have never read any of his works but saw a very funny mock-up on this demented site 040803
andru235 now goes by the name of Stoppard
his style has changed with the times
? please explain how school rapes shakespeare 050101
ricardian on a rampage Now is the winter of our discontent, made glorious summer by this sun of York. Methinks the Bard taketh great liberties with the truth. Marry, Richard III was no wicked crookback, but was insooth a worthy prince, slandered most pitioulsly by that Tudor dog!!! Shakespeare is full of CRAP!!! 060421
epitome of i For my Intro to Theatre class at the great and glorious John Abbott College, I was a technician (talk about overrated--actually, I didn't have to do much) for a play called Return to the Forbidden Planet. The play is... ahem... based on a cheesy fifties sci-fi movie called Forbidden Planet, which in turn is based on Shakespeare's The Tempest! Basically, it's a musical sci-fi spoof with Shakespearean dialogue. Silly but fun. And good acting, you guys.
As for Shakespeare plays I have watched/read... there's good ol' Romeo and Juliet, Macbeth, King John... and that's sadly all. Though I've read some of his sonnets.
e_o_i For English class:
Antony and Cleopatra
oh happy dagger ! 070417
evilpunkrawker "For stony limits cannot hold love out, and what love can do, that dares love attempt"
oh happy dagger can you define that for me ? 070418
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