Ah ha!!

Bravo Mr. William Shakespeare!



Shakespeare's Words and Expressions


Mr Will Shakespeare's Insult Diary

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Have you ever been so furious, you didn't have the right words to say? Why not learn how to be angry, Shakespeare style? Fear not! Click on this confuse your enemy.

First you have to say "Thou," and then choose one word from each column. For example, if you get the first word from each column, it would go like this:

"Thou artless base-court apple-john."

Go figure!

Now it's your turn... come up with one "high brow" insult and publish it as a comment.


Shakespeare Dictionary
So, it is hard to figure it out.  Do you want to know what you just said to your enemy?  Find out by clicking on the word glossary.

Some Love Quotes from Mr Will Shakespeare:

You can also use Mr. Will Shakespeare to declare your love to that girl or boy you have been thinking of night and day.  Which one do you understand? If your teacher told you to use one, which one would it be?  Copy and paste and comment on why you chose the quote.

Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?
(As You Like It, 3.5.84)

I would not wish
Any companion in the world but you.
(The Tempest 3.1.60-1), Miranda to Ferdinand 


Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
(A Midsummer Night's Dream, 1.1.231-2)  

Such is my love, to thee I so belong,
That for thy right myself will bear all wrong.
(Sonnet 88)  

What made me love thee? let that persuade thee
there's something extraordinary in thee. I cannot: but I love thee; none
but thee; and thou deservest it.
(The Merry Wives of Windsor, 3.3.59...)  

Love is a spirit all compact of fire.
(Venus and Adonis, 151)  

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Shakespeare in Love



The video quotes lines from "Two Gentlemen of Verona"

...What joy is joy, if Silvia be not by?
Unless it be to think that she is by
And feed upon the shadow of perfection
Except I be by Silvia in the night,
There is no music in the nightingale;
Unless I look on Silvia in the day,
There is no day for me to look upon;
She is my essence...


Prologue:
Two households, both alike in dignity,
In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life;
Whose misadventured piteous overthrows
Do with their death bury their parents' strife. 



Prince of Verona

A glooming peace this morning with it brings;
The sun, for sorrow, will not show his head
Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things;
Some shall be pardon'd, and some punished:
For never was a story of more woe
Than this of Juliet and her Romeo.