Quotes About Drama

An old black ram is tupping your white ewe

the hate I bear thee can afford no better term then this: thou art a villian.

Such a mad marriage never was before.

O, that is entertainment My bosom likes not, nor my brows!

William Shakespeare

Our son shall win. QUEEN-He is fat and scant of breath. Here Hamlet, Wipe thy brow.

They must lie there. Go carry them and smear (50) The sleepy grooms with blood.

Albeit unusèd to the melting mood, Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees Their medicinal gum. Set you down this; And say besides,—that in Aleppo once, Where a malignant and a turban'd Turk Beat a Venetian

Much ado about nothing.

William Shakespeare

The whole world - theater, and the people in it - the actors

London as an actor, writer, and part owner of the playing company the

When we are born, we cry that we are come To this great stage of fools. ??????, ?? ??????, ??? ?????? ?????? ? ?????? ??????.

For us and for our tragedy, Here stooping to your clemency, We beg your hearing patiently. HAMLET: Is this a prologue or the posy of a ring?

Not Cassio kill'd! then murder's out of tune, And sweet revenge grows harsh. DESDEMONA O, falsely, falsely murder'd!

Hang, cur, hang, you whoreson, insolent noisemaker!

It is surely significant, for instance, that Romeo and Juliet was written at around the same time as The Merchant of Venice, a play that is preoccupied with the whole question of freedom of choice and its consequences.4

William Shakespeare

Antony shall be brought drunken forth, and I shall see some squeaking Cleopatra boy my greatness I' th' posture of a whore.

Out o' th' moon, I do assure thee. I was the man in the moon when time was, --Stephano (Act II, scene 2, lines 136-137)

Slabosti tvoje ime je žena.

But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou, her maid, art far more fair than she. Be not her maid, since she is envious; Her vestal livery is but sick and green And none but fools do wear it; cast it off. It is my lady, O, it is my love! Oh, that she knew she were!

He'll not confess he knew, in the end, that the drama of death does not come into it – that some pain's too dull to be worthy of a romantic shroud. Courage could have brushed glamour over what little there was, but courage is ridiculous when the other person doesn't want to know.

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