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Shakespeare meme

Via seawasp, indigoskynet, and kateshort. When you see this, quote a bit of Shakespeare in your journal.

I have three quotes. Because anything worth doing well can be destroyed with overkill. :)



First, the only quote of any real length that I still have memorized, and thus can honestly say I'm "quoting."

Julius Caesar: Act 3, Scene 2

ANTONY
Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears;
I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their bones;
So let it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus
Hath told you Caesar was ambitious:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Caesar answer'd it.
Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest--
For Brutus is an honourable man;
So are they all, all honourable men--
Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral.
He was my friend, faithful and just to me:
But Brutus says he was ambitious;
And Brutus is an honourable man.

(There's more to Antony's speech, but when I memorized this back in 10th grade, the assignment was to memorize 15 lines of Shakespeare, so 15 lines is all I know.)



Second, one of my lines from the one and only time I've been an actor in a production of Shakespeare. Since I actually said this line on stage to an audience, I don't feel so guilty about saying I'm "quoting" it, even though I've long since forgotten almost all of my lines.

King Lear: Act 4, Scene 2

ALBANY
Thou changed and self-cover'd thing, for shame,
Be-monster not thy feature. Were't my fitness
To let these hands obey my blood,
They are apt enough to dislocate and tear
Thy flesh and bones: howe'er thou art a fiend,
A woman's shape doth shield thee.

I had problems memorizing my lines then--didn't have/spend much time on it, and they just didn't want to stick--and thus don't remember them very well now, but "Be-monster not they feature" is one of the few bits of my lines from Lear that's permanently stuck in my head. That production is where I learned that while I technically can act, I don't have the natural ability to be an actor and will likely never be better than a second-rate high school production. (It was a university production, and the reviewer for the school paper specifically noted that one of the negatives of the production was that I never seemed to know what to do with my hands. Since my every moment as an actor on a stage requires a conscious thought, and most of my concentration was on remembering my lines & blocking, there wasn't any brainpower left for handling the little details that change a recital into a performance, like what to do with one's hands. On the other hand, I never know what to do with my hands during a normal conversation, either, so that didn't help.)



Third, just to see how many theatre geeks on my friends list start to squirm...

Macbeth: Act 4, Scene 1

FIRST WITCH
Round about the cauldron go;
In the poison'd entrails throw.
Toad, that under cold stone
Days and nights has thirty-one
Swelter'd venom sleeping got,
Boil thou first i' the charmed pot.

ALL
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.

SECOND WITCH
Fillet of a fenny snake,
In the cauldron boil and bake;
Eye of newt and toe of frog,
Wool of bat and tongue of dog,
Adder's fork and blind-worm's sting,
Lizard's leg and owlet's wing,
For a charm of powerful trouble,
Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.

ALL
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.

THIRD WITCH
Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf,
Witches' mummy, maw and gulf
Of the ravin'd salt-sea shark,
Root of hemlock digg'd i' the dark,
Liver of blaspheming Jew,
Gall of goat, and slips of yew
Silver'd in the moon's eclipse,
Nose of Turk and Tartar's lips,
Finger of birth-strangled babe
Ditch-deliver'd by a drab,
Make the gruel thick and slab:
Add thereto a tiger's chaudron,
For the ingredients of our cauldron.

ALL
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.

SECOND WITCH
Cool it with a baboon's blood,
Then the charm is firm and good.

(And from just a touch later on in the same scene)

SECOND WITCH
By the pricking of my thumbs,
Something wicked this way comes.
Open, locks,
Whoever knocks!




Feudalism: Serf & Turf
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