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This day is called the Feast of Crispian:
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a-tiptoe when the day is named,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall see this day and live t'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 Crispin'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 remembered.
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 today 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 abed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day

Love it Clare, is it from Henry V?

Hello Julia,

Yes it is, my dad's favourite from when he was at school!

Can imagine, it's a very stirring speech!

Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.

William Shakespeare

Let's have one other gaudy night: call to me
All my sad captains; fill our bowls once more;
Let's mock the midnight bell.

Antony, Act III, scene XIII

"A horse! a horse! my kingdom for a horse!". Quote (Act V, Scene IV).

"An honest tale speeds best, being plainly told". Quote (Act IV, Scene IV).

"Conscience is but a word that cowards use, devised at first to keep the strong in awe". Quote (Act V, Scene III).

Richard III

Good Morning, Mel

Night's swift dragons cut the clouds full fast,
And yonder shines Aurora's harbinger;
At whose approach, ghosts, wandering here and there,
Troop home to churchyards.

A Midsummer Nights Dream
Act III, scene II

mornin Julia didnt he have a special way with words ~ all so beautiful

Language can be such a beautiful tool.


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To be or not to be: that is the question; whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune...

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In one of the Bard's best-thought-of tragedies our insistent hero, Hamlet, queries on two fronts about how life turns rotten.


Julia

St Crispin's Day. I can always hear Kenneth Branagh saying that.

He's brilliant!

yes Julia language is beautiful ~ amazin too I love how one of his most famous quote is re-cycled shall we say I also loved what his progeny wrote earlier Shakespeare was a man with a sense of humour so I eagerly await more of the same !!!!

Mornin Joy yes Kenneth Brannagh always comes to my mind too

Agree with you.
Eagerly awaiting his progeny's return!

Have a lovely day,

Julia

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.

Romeo and Juliet

For never was a story of more woe
Than this of Juliet and her Romeo.

Act V, scene III

yes such a tradegy !!!!!

Hath not old custom made this life more sweet
Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods
More free from peril than the envious court?
Here feel we but the penalty of Adam,
The seasons' difference; as, the icy fang
And churlish chiding of the winter's wind,
Which, when it bites and blows upon my body,
Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say,
'This is no flattery.'

As you like it ~ my fav bit of this excellent play ~ twas 15 years ago I saw this in an open air production at Dudley Castle when it got to the bit "the penalty of Adam" the stage collapsed but the actor continued

Hath not old custom made this life more sweet
Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods
More free from peril than the envious court?
Here feel we but the penalty of Adam,
The seasons' difference; as, the icy fang
And churlish chiding of the winter's wind,
Which, when it bites and blows upon my body,
Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say,
'This is no flattery.'

As you like it ~ my fav bit of this excellent play ~ twas 15 years ago I saw this in an open air production at Dudley Castle when it got to the bit "the penalty of Adam" the stage collapsed but the actor continued