Yon Cassius has a lean and hungry look. Such men are dangerous.
Thou calledst me dog before thou hadst a cause . But since I am a dog, beware my fangs
Drink sir, is a great provoker of three things… nose painting, sleep and urine. Lechery, sir, it provokes, and unprovokes; it provokes the desire but takes away the performance
Now cracks a noble heart. Good night, sweet prince,
And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.
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‘There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, / Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.’
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I thought about these lines the day after we won the All Ireland in 2018.
“Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this sun of York;
And all the clouds that lour’d 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 smooth’d 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.”
Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears;
I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their bones;
So let it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus
Hath told you Caesar was ambitious:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Caesar answer’d it.
Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest–
For Brutus is an honourable man;
So are they all, all honourable men–
Come I to speak in Caesar’s funeral.
He was my friend, faithful and just to me:
But Brutus says he was ambitious;
And Brutus is an honourable man.
He hath brought many captives home to Rome
Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill:
Did this in Caesar seem ambitious?
When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept:
Ambition should be made of sterner stuff:
Yet Brutus says he was ambitious;
And Brutus is an honourable man.
You all did see that on the Lupercal
I thrice presented him a kingly crown,
Which he did thrice refuse: was this ambition?
Yet Brutus says he was ambitious;
And, sure, he is an honourable man.
I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke,
But here I am to speak what I do know.
You all did love him once, not without cause:
What cause withholds you then, to mourn for him?
O judgment! thou art fled to brutish beasts,
And men have lost their reason. Bear with me;
My heart is in the coffin there with Caesar,
And I must pause till it come back to me.
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“In sooth, I know not why I am so sad:
It wearies me; you say it wearies you;
But how I caught it, found it, or came by it,
What stuff 'tis made of, whereof it is born,
I am to learn;
And such a want-wit sadness makes of me,
That I have much ado to know myself.”
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Alas poor Yorick, I knew him Horatio, a fellow of infinite jest!
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How one can smile and smile and be a villain
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Thinly veiled “I did the Merchant of Venice”
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And he only remembers the first few lines 
Poor old Antonio
Here now chaps stop the Willy waving.
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That’s not a line from Shakespeare
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I am in blood
Stepped in so far that, should I wade no more,
Returning were as tedious as go o’er.
To quote Shylock “Go fuck yourself”…
Calm down fella, just a bit of fun.
A nawful stupid effin thread. @Fagan_ODowd should stipulate that lads give a brief explanation as to why the line is favoured, or offer some class of a translation etc.
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It could be though
Fuck off for yourself. *
- also not a line from Shakespeare.
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