o what a rogue and peasant slave am i
is it not monstrous that this player here
but in a fiction, a dream of passion
could force his soul so to his own conceit
that from her working all his visage wanned
tears in his eyes, distraction in his aspect
and his whole function suiting with forms
to his conceit. and all for nothing?
for hecuba?
whats hecuba to him or he to hecuba
that he should weep for her? what would he do
had he the motive and the cue for passion
that i have? he would drown the stage with tears
and cleave the general ear with horrid speech
make mad the guilty and appall the free
confound the ignorant and amaze indeed
the very aspect of eyes and ears. yet i,
a dull and muddy-mettled rascal peak
like john-a-dreams, unpregnant of my cause
and can say nothing. if not for a king
upon whose property and most dear life
a ****ed defeat was made. am i a coward?
who calls me villain? breaks my pate across?
plucks my beard and blows it in my face?
tweaks me by the nose? gives me the lie i'th' throat
as deep as to the lungs, who does me this?
ha, 'swounds i should take it. for it cannot be
but i am pigeon-livered and lack gall
to make oppression bitter. or ere this
i should have fatted all the region kites
with this slave's offal. bloody, bawdy villain
remorseless, treacherous, lecherous, kindless villain
oh, vengeance!
why, what an *** am i. this is most brave
that i, son of a dear father murdered
prompted to my revenge by heaven and hell
must, like a *****, unpack my heart with words
and fall accursing like a very drab,
a scullion! fie upon't, foh! about, my brains.
hum, i have heard
that guilty creatures sitting at a play
have, by the very cunning of the scene,
been struck so to the soul that presently
they have proclaimed their malefactions;
for murder, though it have no tongue, will speak
with most miraculous organ. i'll have these players
play something like the murder of my father
before mine uncle. i'll observe his looks.
i'll tent him to the quick. if 'a do blench,
i know my course. the spirit i have seen
may have been the devil; and the devil hath power
t'assume a pleasing shape. yea, and perhaps
out of my weakness and my melancholy,
as he is most potent with such spirits,
abuses me to **** me. i'll have grounds
more relative than this. the play's the thing
wherein i'll catch the conscience of the king!
can't believe i have that sh*t memorized
THE GUYS WITH FUNNY LONG BLOND HAIR ARE DEBATING ABOUT OLD ENGLISH!!! o dost slay thy **** upon mein fuhrer, etc...! nigra, dig me a ditch, pay for your b*tch
and her services!
NITPICK MY ERRORS MOAR
EDIT: LMFAO shakespeare is censored! not safe for children!!! a**, d*mn, and wh*re. shakespeare, you cursing *******.
EDIT 2: wtf, smashboards has b*stard censored?