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Despise me, if I do not. Three great ones of the city,

In personal suit to make me his lieutenant,

Off-capp'd to him: and, by the faith of man,

I know my price, I am worth no worse a place:

But he; as loving his own pride and purposes,

Evades them, with a bombast circumstance

Horribly stuff'd with epithets of war;

And, in conclusion,

Nonsuits my mediators; for, 'Certes,' says he,

'I have already chose my officer.'

And what was he?

Forsooth, a great arithmetician,

One Michael Cassio, a Florentine,

A fellow almost dam_n'd in a fair wife;

That never set a squadron in the field,

Nor the division of a battle knows

More than a spinster; unless the bookish theoric,

Wherein the toged consuls can propose

As masterly as he: mere prattle, without practise,

Is all his soldiership. But he, sir, had the election:

And I, of whom his eyes had seen the proof

At Rhodes, at Cyprus and on other grounds

Christian and heathen, must be be-lee'd and calm'd

By debitor and creditor: this counter-caster,

He, in good time, must his lieutenant be,

And I--God bless the mark!--his Moorship's ancient.

Othello, the Moore of Venice

Othello, Act 1, Scene 1

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BRABANTIO

O thou foul thief, where hast thou stow'd my daughter?

dam_n'd as thou art, thou hast enchanted her;

For I'll refer me to all things of sense,

If she in chains of magic were not bound,

Whether a maid so tender, fair and happy,

So opposite to marriage that she shunned

The wealthy curled darlings of our nation,

Would ever have, to incur a general mock,

Run from her guardage to the sooty bosom

Of such a thing as thou, to fear, not to delight.

Judge me the world, if 'tis not gross in sense

That thou hast practised on her with foul charms,

Abused her delicate youth with drugs or minerals

That weaken motion: I'll have't disputed on;

'Tis probable and palpable to thinking.

I therefore apprehend and do attach thee

For an abuser of the world, a practiser

Of arts inhibited and out of warrant.

Lay hold upon him: if he do resist,

Subdue him at his peril.

Othello, the Moore of Venice

Othello, Act 1, Scene 2

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Moore 'ear

and I shall not lend you my ear :D

Kan Win :D:D:o

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Whence I've actually taken my nick, from "The Tempest":

Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises,

Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.

Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments

Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices

That, if I then had waked after long sleep,

Will make me sleep again: and then, in dreaming,

The clouds methought would open and show riches

Ready to drop upon me; that, when I waked,

I cried to dream again.

Caliban, Act 3 Scene 2

He's kind of a untrustworthy primitive wild man, but this is an accurate portrayal of the perplexing bemusement I feel often, no matter where on Earth I am.

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Macbeth has a bunch of good ones, but one recurringly useful one is:

"Come what come may, Time and the hour run through the roughest day."

I've actually had to cite it to myself in a tight spot quite a few times.

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"Yet I shall not shed her blood, nor scar that whiter skin of hers than snow and smooth as monumental alabaster.......yet she must die....else she betray more men!!!"

Othello deciding Desdemona's fate.

My quote may be a bit off.....I'm recalling it from memory......I played Othello in high school, a long long long time ago :o

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Life's but a walking shadow

from this, in Macbeth, scene 5:

Out, out, brief candle!

Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player

That struts and frets his hour upon the stage

And then is heard no more: it is a tale

Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,

Signifying nothing.

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Life's but a walking shadow

from this, in Macbeth, scene 5:

Out, out, brief candle!

Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player

That struts and frets his hour upon the stage

And then is heard no more: it is a tale

Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,

Signifying nothing.

Excellent quote Maestro ! Well chosen.

:o Wiley Coyote

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"Nothing will come of nothing" King Lear 1.1

"How sharper than a serpent's toothit is

To have a thankless child" King Lear 1.4

""A knave, a rascal, an eater of broken meats;

a base, proud, shallow, beggarly, three-suited, hundred-pound, filthy, worst-stocking knave;"

King Lear 2.2. Sure beats "a55hole" !

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She's the kitchen wench, and all grease ; and I know not what use to put her but to make a lamp of her and run her from her own light. I warrant, her rags and the tallow in them will burn a Poland winter. If she lives till doomsday, she'll burn a week longer than the whole world. (Comedy of Errors)

Yes sibeymai the guy sure knew how to insult. Loved your quote. :o

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She's the kitchen wench, and all grease ; and I know not what use to put her but to make a lamp of her and run her from her own light. I warrant, her rags and the tallow in them will burn a Poland winter. If she lives till doomsday, she'll burn a week longer than the whole world. (Comedy of Errors)

Did Shakespeare have a Thai wife ? :o

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I am surprised no-one has gone to my favourite play yet so I shall nip in with three classics

Once more into the breach, dear friends, once more; or close the wall up with our English dead!

[Delivering a message from King Henry to the french King.]

Exeter: This is his claim, his threatening and my message. Unless the Dauphin be in presence here, to whom expressly I bring greeting too.

French King: For us, we will consider of this further. Tomorrow shall you bear our full intent back to our brother England.

Dauphin: For the Dauphin, I stand here for him. What to him from England?

Exeter: Scorn and defiance, slight regard, contempt and any thing that may not misbecome the mighty sender, doth he prize you at. Thus says my king.

And for the Brits possibly his greatest moment!!!!

Henry: And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by from this day until the ending of the world but we in it shall be remembered. We few, we happy few, we band of brothers. For he today who 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 abed shall think themselves acursed they were not here, and hold their manhoods cheap whilst any speaks, that fought with us upon St. Crispin's day!

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How far that little candle throws its beams! So shines a good dead in a naughty world.

If music be the food of love, play on; give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, the appetite may sicken and so die.

When griping grief the heart doth wound, and doleful dumps the mind opresses, then music, with her silver sound, with speedy help doth lend redress.

The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to be a fool.

The devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape.

Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio: a fellow of infinite jest

Cry "Havoc," and let slip the dogs of war.

Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more, Or close the wall up with our English dead!

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