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23 September 2005 @ 08:29 pm
Intellectual Snob Meme  
When you see this on your friends list, quote from Shakespeare! (Stolen from miss_kitty_b)

Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this son of York,
And all the clouds that loured upon our house
In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths,
Our bruised arms hung up for monuments,
Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings,
Our dreadful marches to delightful measures.
Grim-visaged war hath smoothed his wrinkled front;
And now, instead of mounting barbed steeds
To fright the souls of fearful adversaries,
He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber
To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.

--Richard III: Act I, Scene I
 
 
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celticcross13celticcross13 on September 24th, 2005 06:59 am (UTC)
wow. that's phenomenal.
God of Thunder and Rock'n'Roll: Archmage Chaosarchmage on September 24th, 2005 08:15 am (UTC)
Definitely a stirring speech. I wish I could remember the rest off the top of my head, but it shouldn't be too hard to find it online, if you look about.
(Anonymous) on September 24th, 2005 07:00 am (UTC)
but, in pudding? *snicker*
God of Thunder and Rock'n'Roll: Archmage Drinkingarchmage on September 24th, 2005 08:16 am (UTC)
Butterscotch, of course.
Cameronhpl on September 24th, 2005 09:38 am (UTC)
And on a less serious note.....a fake shakespeare scene
Henry VIII, Act 9 Scene 4 Quattrain 11 Verses 3-15:

Henry: Hast thou not rememberst, when thou hast thine own wife to prostitution sold?

The peasant thinks hard for a moment.
[Run off stage, assemble new set]
The peasant sits on a chair, w/ a sign that readeth 'Whore: 12 pence'

Peasant: Why hast none my fair prostitute used?
Man walking by: Thy prostitute is the biggest calf I haveth seen since I last saw thy wife, John.

[Run off stage, assemble sameth set as beforeth]
Peasant: Ah yes.