POSTEH IN THY THREDETH, IF YE DARE.
IMMAH SELLENETH MY DSETH
Thou Swashbuckling clod of dirt
psyduck; wtf was that?
suicide;
AND TOO SOON MARR'D ARE THOSE SO EARLY MADE
THE EARTH HATH SWALLOW'D ALL MY HOPES BUT SHE
SHE IS THE HOPEFUL LADY OF MY EARTH
BUT WOO HER, GENTLE PARIS, GET HER HEART
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, or to take arms against a sea of troubles, and by opposing, end them? To die, to sleep, no more...and by a sleep to say we end the heartache and the thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to...'tis a consumnation devoutly to be wished. To die to sleep, to sleep perchance to dream- aye, there's the rub! For in that sleep of death what dreams may come when we have shuffled off this mortal coil must give us pause...for who would bear the whips and scorns of time, the oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, the pangs of disprized love, the law's delay, and the spurns that patient merit the unworthy take, when he himself must his quietus make with a bare bodkin?
I recited that from memory, believe it or not. Just got done with all my work on Hamlet recently.
FUCKETH THOU!
Quote from: Kaz on May 23, 2007, 08:29:57 PM
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, or to take arms against a sea of troubles, and by opposing, end them? To die, to sleep, no more...and by a sleep to say we end the heartache and the thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to...'tis a consumnation devoutly to be wished. To die to sleep, to sleep perchance to dream- aye, there's the rub! For in that sleep of death what dreams may come when we have shuffled off this mortal coil must give us pause...for who would bear the whips and scorns of time, the oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, the pangs of disprized love, the law's delay, and the spurns that patient merit the unworthy take, when he himself must his quietus make with a bare bodkin?
I recited that from memory, believe it or not. Just got done with all my work on Hamlet recently.
THOU NEVAR CEASETH TO AMAZETH ME
We got finished with Hamlet in the beginning of the year. I am now reading 1984.
Quote from: V on May 23, 2007, 08:32:59 PM
Quote from: Kaz on May 23, 2007, 08:29:57 PM
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, or to take arms against a sea of troubles, and by opposing, end them? To die, to sleep, no more...and by a sleep to say we end the heartache and the thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to...'tis a consumnation devoutly to be wished. To die to sleep, to sleep perchance to dream- aye, there's the rub! For in that sleep of death what dreams may come when we have shuffled off this mortal coil must give us pause...for who would bear the whips and scorns of time, the oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, the pangs of disprized love, the law's delay, and the spurns that patient merit the unworthy take, when he himself must his quietus make with a bare bodkin?
I recited that from memory, believe it or not. Just got done with all my work on Hamlet recently.
THOU NEVAR CEASETH TO AMAZETH ME
We got finished with Hamlet in the beginning of the year. I am now reading 1984.
GET THEE TO A NUNNERY argh;
Quote from: V on May 23, 2007, 08:32:59 PM
Quote from: Kaz on May 23, 2007, 08:29:57 PM
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, or to take arms against a sea of troubles, and by opposing, end them? To die, to sleep, no more...and by a sleep to say we end the heartache and the thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to...'tis a consumnation devoutly to be wished. To die to sleep, to sleep perchance to dream- aye, there's the rub! For in that sleep of death what dreams may come when we have shuffled off this mortal coil must give us pause...for who would bear the whips and scorns of time, the oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, the pangs of disprized love, the law's delay, and the spurns that patient merit the unworthy take, when he himself must his quietus make with a bare bodkin?
I recited that from memory, believe it or not. Just got done with all my work on Hamlet recently.
THOU NEVAR CEASETH TO AMAZETH ME
We got finished with Hamlet in the beginning of the year. I am now reading 1984.
I never finished 1984, but it was a good book. I feel pathetic for not finishing it gonk;
Quote from: Kaz on May 23, 2007, 08:33:57 PM
Quote from: V on May 23, 2007, 08:32:59 PM
Quote from: Kaz on May 23, 2007, 08:29:57 PM
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, or to take arms against a sea of troubles, and by opposing, end them? To die, to sleep, no more...and by a sleep to say we end the heartache and the thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to...'tis a consumnation devoutly to be wished. To die to sleep, to sleep perchance to dream- aye, there's the rub! For in that sleep of death what dreams may come when we have shuffled off this mortal coil must give us pause...for who would bear the whips and scorns of time, the oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, the pangs of disprized love, the law's delay, and the spurns that patient merit the unworthy take, when he himself must his quietus make with a bare bodkin?
I recited that from memory, believe it or not. Just got done with all my work on Hamlet recently.
THOU NEVAR CEASETH TO AMAZETH ME
We got finished with Hamlet in the beginning of the year. I am now reading 1984.
GET THEE TO A NUNNERY argh;
Get thee to a nunnery: why wouldst thou be a breeder of sinners? argh;
Quote from: V on May 23, 2007, 08:35:37 PM
Quote from: Kaz on May 23, 2007, 08:33:57 PM
Quote from: V on May 23, 2007, 08:32:59 PM
Quote from: Kaz on May 23, 2007, 08:29:57 PM
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, or to take arms against a sea of troubles, and by opposing, end them? To die, to sleep, no more...and by a sleep to say we end the heartache and the thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to...'tis a consumnation devoutly to be wished. To die to sleep, to sleep perchance to dream- aye, there's the rub! For in that sleep of death what dreams may come when we have shuffled off this mortal coil must give us pause...for who would bear the whips and scorns of time, the oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, the pangs of disprized love, the law's delay, and the spurns that patient merit the unworthy take, when he himself must his quietus make with a bare bodkin?
I recited that from memory, believe it or not. Just got done with all my work on Hamlet recently.
THOU NEVAR CEASETH TO AMAZETH ME
We got finished with Hamlet in the beginning of the year. I am now reading 1984.
GET THEE TO A NUNNERY argh;
BREVITY IS THE SOUL OF WIT.
DO YOU BITE YOUR THUMB AT ME? argh;
Quote from: Kaz on May 23, 2007, 08:36:45 PM
Quote from: V on May 23, 2007, 08:35:37 PM
Quote from: Kaz on May 23, 2007, 08:33:57 PM
Quote from: V on May 23, 2007, 08:32:59 PM
Quote from: Kaz on May 23, 2007, 08:29:57 PM
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, or to take arms against a sea of troubles, and by opposing, end them? To die, to sleep, no more...and by a sleep to say we end the heartache and the thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to...'tis a consumnation devoutly to be wished. To die to sleep, to sleep perchance to dream- aye, there's the rub! For in that sleep of death what dreams may come when we have shuffled off this mortal coil must give us pause...for who would bear the whips and scorns of time, the oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, the pangs of disprized love, the law's delay, and the spurns that patient merit the unworthy take, when he himself must his quietus make with a bare bodkin?
I recited that from memory, believe it or not. Just got done with all my work on Hamlet recently.
THOU NEVAR CEASETH TO AMAZETH ME
We got finished with Hamlet in the beginning of the year. I am now reading 1984.
GET THEE TO A NUNNERY argh;
BREVITY IS THE SOUL OF WIT.
DO YOU BITE YOUR THUMB AT ME? argh;
I do bite thy thumb at the! argh;
Quote from: Kaz on May 23, 2007, 08:36:45 PM
Quote from: V on May 23, 2007, 08:35:37 PM
Quote from: Kaz on May 23, 2007, 08:33:57 PM
Quote from: V on May 23, 2007, 08:32:59 PM
Quote from: Kaz on May 23, 2007, 08:29:57 PM
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, or to take arms against a sea of troubles, and by opposing, end them? To die, to sleep, no more...and by a sleep to say we end the heartache and the thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to...'tis a consumnation devoutly to be wished. To die to sleep, to sleep perchance to dream- aye, there's the rub! For in that sleep of death what dreams may come when we have shuffled off this mortal coil must give us pause...for who would bear the whips and scorns of time, the oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, the pangs of disprized love, the law's delay, and the spurns that patient merit the unworthy take, when he himself must his quietus make with a bare bodkin?
I recited that from memory, believe it or not. Just got done with all my work on Hamlet recently.
THOU NEVAR CEASETH TO AMAZETH ME
We got finished with Hamlet in the beginning of the year. I am now reading 1984.
GET THEE TO A NUNNERY argh;
BREVITY IS THE SOUL OF WIT.
DO YOU BITE YOUR THUMB AT ME? argh;
DO YOU THINK I AM EASIER TO BE PLAYED ON THAN A PIPE? argh;
Quote from: Kefka on May 23, 2007, 08:38:46 PM
Quote from: Kaz on May 23, 2007, 08:36:45 PM
Quote from: V on May 23, 2007, 08:35:37 PM
Quote from: Kaz on May 23, 2007, 08:33:57 PM
Quote from: V on May 23, 2007, 08:32:59 PM
Quote from: Kaz on May 23, 2007, 08:29:57 PM
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, or to take arms against a sea of troubles, and by opposing, end them? To die, to sleep, no more...and by a sleep to say we end the heartache and the thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to...'tis a consumnation devoutly to be wished. To die to sleep, to sleep perchance to dream- aye, there's the rub! For in that sleep of death what dreams may come when we have shuffled off this mortal coil must give us pause...for who would bear the whips and scorns of time, the oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, the pangs of disprized love, the law's delay, and the spurns that patient merit the unworthy take, when he himself must his quietus make with a bare bodkin?
I recited that from memory, believe it or not. Just got done with all my work on Hamlet recently.
THOU NEVAR CEASETH TO AMAZETH ME
We got finished with Hamlet in the beginning of the year. I am now reading 1984.
GET THEE TO A NUNNERY argh;
BREVITY IS THE SOUL OF WIT.
DO YOU BITE YOUR THUMB AT ME? argh;
I do bite thy thumb at the! argh;
I thought it was "I do bite my thumb sir but I do not bite my thumb at thee" or something like that. y;
A PLAGUE ON BOTH YOUR HOUSES!!!
YARR
Quote from: Lawlz on May 23, 2007, 08:41:31 PM
YARR
THAT'S PIRATES OF THE CARRIBEAN. slowpoke;
If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart,
Absent thee from felicity awhile,
And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain,
To tell my story.
Quote from: Kaz on May 23, 2007, 08:41:24 PM
Quote from: Kefka on May 23, 2007, 08:38:46 PM
Quote from: Kaz on May 23, 2007, 08:36:45 PM
Quote from: V on May 23, 2007, 08:35:37 PM
Quote from: Kaz on May 23, 2007, 08:33:57 PM
Quote from: V on May 23, 2007, 08:32:59 PM
Quote from: Kaz on May 23, 2007, 08:29:57 PM
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, or to take arms against a sea of troubles, and by opposing, end them? To die, to sleep, no more...and by a sleep to say we end the heartache and the thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to...'tis a consumnation devoutly to be wished. To die to sleep, to sleep perchance to dream- aye, there's the rub! For in that sleep of death what dreams may come when we have shuffled off this mortal coil must give us pause...for who would bear the whips and scorns of time, the oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, the pangs of disprized love, the law's delay, and the spurns that patient merit the unworthy take, when he himself must his quietus make with a bare bodkin?
I recited that from memory, believe it or not. Just got done with all my work on Hamlet recently.
THOU NEVAR CEASETH TO AMAZETH ME
We got finished with Hamlet in the beginning of the year. I am now reading 1984.
GET THEE TO A NUNNERY argh;
BREVITY IS THE SOUL OF WIT.
DO YOU BITE YOUR THUMB AT ME? argh;
I do bite thy thumb at the! argh;
I thought it was "I do bite my thumb sir but I do not bite my thumb at thee" or something like that. y;
A PLAGUE ON BOTH YOUR HOUSES!!!
I don't have a house. Only a cardboard box. gonk;
Tickle us, do we not laugh? Prick us, do we not bleed? Poison us, do we not die? Wrong us, shall we not revenge?
That's from The Merchant of Venice. I saw a performance of it at the Guthrie Theatre in St. Paul, MN recently.
Your mother was a hamster, and your father smelled of elderberries!
No wait, that was french.
Quote from: SBKT on May 23, 2007, 09:20:35 PM
Your mother was a hamster, and your father smelled of elderberries!
Shuteth thy fuck upeth.
Quote from: V on May 24, 2007, 04:19:51 AM
Shuteth thy http://starcraft2.com/ upeth.
Smartest post this thread has had yet.