اقتباسات وليم شكسبير

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خير للأنسان أن يُخدع كثيرآ من أن يعلم بخديعته قليلآ

وما السمعة على الحقيقة إلا أكذوبة باطلة تنال في الأكثر بغير جدارة وتفقد بغير ما سبب

يوجد داخل كل واحد منا (عطيل).

فيه من التشويق ما يكفي لكي تبقى القصة في ذهنك بعد انتهائك من القراءة بسنين

خذ هذا الذهب وهو أشد سماً للروح وهو يرتكب جرائم قتل شنيعة أكثر من هذا السم

هاكم مثال الانسان النبيل

عين الصديق عن العيوب كليلة

-كاسيوس

فالعين لا تري نفسها الا ان انعكست صورتها في شئ اخر

ما يمسنا شخصياً ننظر فية آخرا

Beauty makes it possible for lovers to see how to make love in the dark. Or else love is blind, and its best time is the night

You can’t see my face because it’s dark out. Otherwise, you’d see me blushing about the things you’ve heard me say tonight. I would be happy to keep up good manners and deny the things I said. But forget about good manners. Do you love me? I know you’ll say “yes,” and I’ll believe you. But if you swear you love me, you might turn out to be lying. They say

JOVE

Jove, also called Jupiter, was the king of the Roman gods.

Jove laughs when lovers lie to each other. Oh Romeo, if you really love me, say it truly. Or if you think it’s too easy and quick to win my heart, I’ll frown and play hard-to-get, as long as that will make you try to win me, but otherwise I wouldn’t act that way for anything. In truth, handsome Montague, I like you too much, so you may think my behavior is loose. But trust me, gentleman, I’ll prove myself more faithful than girls who act coy and play hard-to-get. I should have been more standoffish, I confess, but you overheard me talking about the love in my heart when I didn’t know you were there. So excuse me, and do not assume that because you made me love you so easily my love isn’t seriou

But wait, what’s that light in the window over there? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Rise up, beautiful sun, and kill the

JEALOUS MOON

Diana is the goddess of the moon and of virginity. Romeo implies that Juliet is a servant of the moon as long as she’s a virgin.

jealous moon. The moon is already sick and pale with grief because you, Juliet, her maid, are more beautiful than she.

Don’t be her maid, because she is jealous. Virginity makes her look sick and green. Only fools hold on to their virginity. Let it go. Oh, there’s my lady! Oh, it is my love. Oh, I wish she knew how much I love her. She’s talking, but she’s not saying anything. So what? Her eyes are saying something. I will answer them. I am too bold. She’s not talking to me. Two of the brightest stars in the whole sky had to go away on business, and they’re asking her eyes to twinkle in their places until they return. What if her eyes were in the sky and the stars were in her head?—The brightness of her cheeks would outshine the stars the way the sun outshines a lamp. If her eyes were in the night sky, they would shine so brightly through space that birds would start singing, thinking her light was the light of day. Look how she leans her hand on her cheek. Oh, I wish I was the glove on that hand so that I could touch that cheek.

His arrow has pierced me too deeply, so I can’t fly high with his cheerful feathers. Because this wound keeps me down, I can’t leap any higher than my dull sadness. I sink under the heavy weight of love.

(taking JULIET’s hand) Your hand is like a holy place that my hand is unworthy to visit. If you’re offended by the touch of my hand, my two lips are standing here like blushing pilgrims, ready to make things better with a kiss.

The first fourteen lines Romeo and Juliet speak together form a sonnet.

JULIET

Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much,

Which mannerly devotion shows in this,

For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch,

And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.

JULIET

Good pilgrim, you don’t give your hand enough credit. By holding my hand you show polite devotion. After all, pilgrims touch the hands of statues of saints. Holding one palm against another is like a kiss.

100 ROMEO

Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?

ROMEO

Don’t saints and pilgrims have lips too?

JULIET

Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.

JULIET

Yes, pilgrim—they have lips that they’re supposed to pray with.

ROMEO

O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do.

They pray; grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.

ROMEO

Well then, saint, let lips do what hands do. I’m praying for you to kiss me. Please grant my prayer so my faith doesn’t turn to despair.

JULIET

Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake.

JULIET

Saints don’t move, even when they grant prayers.

105 ROMEO

Then move not, while my prayer’s effect I take.

ROMEO

Then don’t move while I act out my prayer.

Kisses her

He kisses her.

Thus from my lips, by thine, my sin is purged.

Now my sin has been taken from my lips by yours.

JULIET

Then have my lips the sin that they have took.

JULIET

Then do my lips now have the sin they took from yours?

110 ROMEO

Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged!

Give me my sin again.

ROMEO

Sin from my lips? You encourage crime with your sweetness. Give me my sin back.

How often are men happy right before they die! They call it the lightness before death. Oh, how can I call this lightness? Oh, my love! My wife! Death has sucked the honey from your breath, but it has not yet ruined your beauty. You haven’t been conquered. There is still red in your lips and in your cheeks. Death has not yet turned them pale.

Ah, dear Juliet, why are you still so beautiful? Should I believe that death is in love with you, and that the awful monster keeps you here to be his mistress? I don’t like that idea, so I’ll stay with you. And I will never leave this tomb. Here, here I’ll remain with worms that are your chamber-maids. Oh, I’ll rest here forever. I’ll forget about all the bad luck that has troubled me. Eyes, look out for the last time! Arms, make your last embrace! And lips, you are the doors of breath. Seal with a righteous kiss the deal I have made with death forever

Come, bitter poison, come, unsavory guide! You desperate pilot, let’s crash this sea-weary ship into the rocks! Here’s to my love!

لا عجب أن انغمس في قراءتي لهذه المسرحية فشكسبير يعد من المؤلفين و الأدباء الذين لن يأتي مثلهم ... قراءت مسرحية هاملت و شاهدت فلمها و في كل مرة كنت اسرح بخيالي من ان له شكسبير هذا الخيال الواسع ليكتب مثل هذه المسرحية