The time is free.
M 5.8
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Swords I smile at, weapons laugh to scorn,
Brandish'd by man that's of a woman born.
M 5.7
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Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more.
M 5.5
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I hope the days are near at hand
That chambers will be safe.
M 5.4
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Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased,
Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow,
Raze out the written troubles of the brain
And with some sweet oblivious antidote
Cleanse the stuff'd bosom of that perilous stuff
Which weighs upon the heart?
M 5.3
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There are a crew of wretched souls
That stay his cure: their malady convinces
The great assay of art; but at his touch--
Such sanctity hath heaven given his hand--
They presently amend.
M 4.3
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By the pricking of my thumbs,
Something wicked this way comes.
M 4.1
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My former speeches have but hit your thoughts,
Which can interpret further: only, I say,
Things have been strangely borne.
M 3.6
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He hopes 'bove wisdom, grace and fear:
And you all know, security
Is mortals' chiefest enemy.
M 3.5
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To feed were best at home.
M 3.4
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By the clock, 'tis day,
And yet dark night strangles the travelling lamp:
Is't night's predominance, or the day's shame,
That darkness does the face of earth entomb,
When living light should kiss it?
M 2.4
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If it were done when 'tis done, then 'twere well
It were done quickly.
M 1.7
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The heaven's breath
Smells wooingly here.
M 1.6
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Hie thee hither,
That I may pour my spirits in thine ear;
And chastise with the valour of my tongue
All that impedes thee from the golden round,
Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem
To have thee crown'd withal.
M 1.5
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Speak then to me, who neither beg nor fear
Your favours nor your hate.
M 1.3
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There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
H 1.5
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#ShakespeareSunday Henry V
We are facing our own St. Crispin's Day.

🖤🌕🖤"Tis now the very witching time of night..."

🕯️Hamlet.
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Have fun linking favourite lines to your favourite clips/ pictures/ gifs! #ShakespeareSunday #FortheloveofShakespeare

This weekend's #ShakespeareSunday theme is a great pick from @/lizziecanttweet! - FAVOURITE LINES & MOMENTS