Favourite lines from Shakespeare

Culture
41

Appropriate for around here.

Mend your speech a little, lest it mar your fortunes.

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42

:joy::joy:

43

I remember an episode of the Irish version of Who Wants to be a Millionaire where that was the 100 euro question.

‘Lend me your…?’

The young Dublin lady was stumped.

Byrne being the patronising prick he was says ‘I don’t believe it - one of the most famous lines in Shakespeare!!’

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44

As we went to buy our bottles of buckfast every Friday during Leaving Cert year, there was one lad that could never help himself - “Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not and yet I see thee still”.

45

Shakespeare was a fucking steamer.

46

@glenshane , thou are a bollox

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47

A junkie

48

Quit slagging me

49

Double, double toil and trouble
Ehhh…Hocus pocus boil and bubble…

And so forth.

50

Frailty, thy name is woman.

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51

The fool doth think himself wise, but the wise man knows himself to be but a fool

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52

Women have 10 times the pain threshold of men, as you well know. No man will ever suffer like a woman suffers.

53

"Now by the stock and honour of my kin, To strike him dead I hold it not a sin.”

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54

Come what come may, time and hour run through the roughest day

55

Dudgeon

56

Which one was he?

The Four Farrellys

In a small hotel in London I was sitting down to dine.
When the waiter brought the register and asked me if I’d sign.
And as I signed I saw a name that set my heart astir —
A certain “Francis Farrelly” had signed the register;
I knew a lot of Farrellys and out of all the crew
I kept on “sort of wonderin’” which Farrelly were you.
And when I’d finished dinner I sat back in my chair,
Going round my native land to find, what Farelly you were.

SOUTH

Were you the keen-eyed Kerryman I met below Kenmare,
Who told me that when Ireland fought “the odds were never fair?”
If Cromwell had met Sarsfield, or Owen Roe O’Neill,
It’s not to Misther Gladstone we’d be lookin’ for repeal.
Would have Ireland for the Irish, not a Saxon to be seen,
And only Gaelic spoken in that House in College Green.
Told me landlords wor the Divil! their agints ten times worst,
And iv’ry sort of government for Ireland was a curse!
Oh! if you’re that Francis Farrelly, your dreams have not come true,
Still, Slainthe! Slainthe! Fransheen! for I like a man like you!

NORTH

Or were you the Francis Farrelly that often used to say
He’d like to blow them Papishes from Derry walls away?
The boy who used to bother me that Orange Lodge to join,
And thought that history started with the Battle o’ the Boyne —
I was not all with ye, Francis, the Pope is not ma friend,
But still I hope, poor man, he’ll die without that bloody end. -
And when yer quit for care yerself, and get to Kingdom Come,
It’s not use teachin’ you the harp — you’ll play the Orange drum!
Och! man, ye wor a fighter, of that I had no doubt.
For I see ye in Belfast one night when the Antrim Road was out!
And many a time that evenin’ I thought that ye wor dead,
The way them Papish pavin’ stones was hoppin’ off yer head.
Oh! if you’re the Francis Farrelly who came from North Tyrone -
Here’s lookin’ to ye, Francis, but do leave the Pope alone!

EAST

Or were you the Francis Farrelly that in my college days
For strollin’ on the Kingstown Pier had such a curious craze?
D’y mind them lovely sisters — the blonde and the brunette?
I know I’ve not forgotten, and I don’t think you forget!
That picnic at the Dargle — and the others at the Scalp —
How my heart was palpitatin’ — hers wasn’t — not a palp!
Someone said ye married money — any maybe ye were wise,
But the gold you loved was in her hair, and the d’monds in her eyes!
So I like to think ye married her and that you’re with her yet,
'Twas some “meleesha” officer that married the brunette;
But the blonde one always loved ye, and I knew you loved her too,
So me blessin’s on ye, Francis, and the blue sky over you!

WEST

Or were you the Francis Farrelly I met so long ago,
In the bog below Belmullet, in the County of Mayo?
That long-legged, freckled Francis with the deep-set, wistful eyes,
That seemed to take their colour from those ever-changing skies,
That put his flute together as I sketched the distant scene,
And played me “Planxy Kelly” and the “Wakes of Inniskeen.”
That told me in the Autumn he’d be Bailin’ to the West
To try and make his fortune and send money to the rest.
And would I draw a picture of the place where he was born,
And he’d hang it up, and look at it, and not feel so forlorn;
And when I had it finished, you got up from where you sat,
And you said, “Well, you’re the Divil, and I can’t say more than that.”
Oh’, if you’re that Francis Farrelly, your fortune may be small,
But I’m thinking — thinking — Francis, that I love you best of all;
And I never can forget you — though it’s years and years ago -
In the bog below BeImullet, in the County of Mayo.

57

“Infamy, infamy, they’ve all got it in for me”!

58

The only scene I can recall from Othello. I liked the clown best

SCENE I

Before the Castle.
Enter CASSIO and some Musicians.

Cas.
Masters, play here; I will content your pains;
Something that’s brief; and bid ‘Good morrow, general.’ Music.

Enter Clown.
Clo.
Why, masters, have your instruments
been in Naples, that they speak i’ the nose
thus?

First Mus.
How, sir, how!

Clo.
Are these, I pray you, wind-instruments?

First Mus.
Ay, marry, are they, sir.

Clo.
O, thereby hangs a tail.

First Mus.
Whereby hangs a tale, sir?

Clo.
Marry, sir, by many a wind-instrument
that I know. But, masters, here’s money
for you: and the general so likes your music,
that he desires you, for love’s sake, to make
no more noise with it.

First Mus.
Well, sir, we will not.

Clo.
If you have any music that may not
be heard, to 't again: but, as they say, to hear
music the general does not greatly care.

First Mus.
We have none such, sir.

Clo.
Then put up your pipes in your bag,
for I’ll away: go; vanish into air; away! Exeunt Musicians.

Cas.
Dost thou hear, my honest friend?

Clo.
No, I hear not your honest friend; I
hear you.