Sweet hearts, we shall be rich ere we depart,
If fairings come thus plentifully in.
A lady walled about with diamonds!
Look you what I have from the loving King.
We'll be rich before we leave if gifts keep coming in like this. A lady surrounded by diamonds! Look what the loving King gave me.
Hey, we're going to be loaded before we head out if gifts keep showing up like this. Look at this—a lady surrounded in diamonds! Check out what the King sent me.
we're gonna be rich gifts everywhere look at these diamonds the king loves me
Madam, came nothing else along with that?
Madam, was there nothing else that came with it?
Madam, did anything else come with that?
that's it
Nothing but this? Yes, as much love in rhyme
As would be crammed up in a sheet of paper
Writ o’ both sides the leaf, margent and all,
That he was fain to seal on Cupid’s name.
Nothing but this? Yes, and so much love poetry crammed onto a sheet of paper written on both sides and all the margins that he had to seal it with Cupid's name.
Nothing else? Oh, there's tons of love poems crammed onto paper—written on both sides and all over the margins—so much he had to seal it with Cupid's name.
just poetry love poems everywhere filling every inch even the margins sealed with cupid
That was the way to make his godhead wax,
For he hath been five thousand years a boy.
That's how to make Cupid grow up— he's been a boy for five thousand years.
That's what it takes to make Cupid mature—he's been stuck as a boy for five thousand years.
maybe that'll make cupid grow up he's been a kid forever
Ay, and a shrewd unhappy gallows too.
Yes, and a mean, miserable wretch too.
Yeah, and a mean-spirited, unhappy bastard to boot.
he's a total jerk
You’ll ne’er be friends with him. He killed your sister.
He's responsible for your sister's death, so you two can never be friends.
You'll never get along with him. He killed your sister.
never gonna be friends he killed your sister
He made her melancholy, sad, and heavy;
And so she died. Had she been light, like you,
Of such a merry, nimble, stirring spirit,
She might ha’ been a grandam ere she died.
And so may you, for a light heart lives long.
He made her melancholy, sad, and depressed; and that's how she died. If she'd had a light heart like you, been playful and spirited, she might have been a grandmother before she died. And you might too, because a light heart lives long.
He made her miserable and sad, and that killed her. If she'd had your playful, lively spirit, she could have lived longer and maybe been a grandmother. You might live long too because a happy heart keeps you going.
he made her sad that's why she died you're happier so you'll live longer
What’s your dark meaning, mouse, of this light word?
What's your sinister meaning, my dear, behind this light word?
What's the dark meaning behind that, honey? That's not a light comment.
what's that supposed to mean
A light condition in a beauty dark.
A frivolous nature in a dark-haired beauty.
A shallow personality paired with dark looks.
pretty but shallow
We need more light to find your meaning out.
We need more clarity to figure out what you mean.
I need more clarity to understand what you're trying to say.
clarify that
You’ll mar the light by taking it in snuff;
Therefore I’ll darkly end the argument.
You'll ruin the light by taking offense to it; so I'll end the argument obscurely.
You'll ruin everything by getting offended; so I'll just leave this argument in the dark.
you'd get mad so i'm leaving it unclear
Look what you do, you do it still i’ th’ dark.
Whatever you do, you still do it in the dark.
Whatever you do, you still do it quietly.
you're being sneaky
So do not you, for you are a light wench.
But you're not, because you're a playful girl.
But you're not, because you're a cheerful, frivolous girl.
you're just a flirt
Indeed, I weigh not you, and therefore light.
Indeed, I don't value you, and so I'm light.
I don't value your opinion, so I'm light of heart.
i don't care what you think
You weigh me not? O, that’s you care not for me.
You don't value me? So you don't care about me.
You don't care about me? That shows you don't value me.
you don't care period
Great reason, for past cure is still past care.
Good reason—what's past healing is past caring about.
Makes sense—once something's beyond fixing, there's no point caring.
can't fix it so why care
Well bandied both; a set of wit well played.
But, Rosaline, you have a favour too.
Who sent it? And what is it?
Well exchanged, both of you; that was clever sparring. But Rosaline, you have a gift too. Who sent it? What is it?
You two really went at it well there. But Rosaline, you got a gift as well. Who sent it and what is it?
nice back and forth you also got a gift who's it from
I would you knew.
An if my face were but as fair as yours,
My favour were as great. Be witness this.
Nay, I have verses too, I thank Berowne;
The numbers true, and, were the numbering too,
I were the fairest goddess on the ground.
I am compared to twenty thousand fairs.
O, he hath drawn my picture in his letter.
I wish you could see it. If my face were as beautiful as yours, my gift would be as impressive. Look at this. Actually, I got poems too—thanks to Berowne. The verse is good, and if the numbers matched his praise, I'd be the most beautiful goddess on earth. I'm compared to twenty thousand beautiful things. He even drew my picture in his letter.
I wish you could see what I got. If my face were as pretty as yours, my gift would be as grand. I got poems too—thanks to Berowne. The poetry's good, and if the numbers matched the flattery, I'd be the prettiest woman alive. He compares me to twenty thousand beautiful things. And he even sketched my picture in his letter.
i got poems from berowne he says i'm prettier than twenty thousand things drew my picture too
Anything like?
Anything like?
Anything like?
anything like
Much in the letters, nothing in the praise.
He worked hard on the handwriting, but the praise fell short.
The handwriting's nice, but the compliments are empty.
good handwriting bad compliments
Beauteous as ink: a good conclusion.
Beautiful as ink—that's the conclusion.
As beautiful as ink—quite the compliment.
beautiful as ink lol
Fair as a text B in a copy-book.
As beautiful as a capital B in a copy-book.
As pretty as a fancy capital B in a handwriting book.
pretty as a letter in a practice book
’Ware pencils, how! Let me not die your debtor,
My red dominical, my golden letter.
O, that your face were not so full of O’s!
Watch out, pencils! Let me not remain in your debt, you are my red holy day marker, my golden letter. If only your face weren't so full of O's!
Watch out, pencils! I won't stay owing you, my holiday marker, my golden letter. If only your face didn't have so many circles on it!
watch the pencils you're my favorite stop being so round-faced
A pox of that jest! And beshrew all shrews.
But, Katharine, what was sent to you from fair Dumaine?
Curse this joke! And curse all bad-tempered women. But Katharine, what did the handsome Dumaine send you?
Forget that joke! Curse all these shrewish women. But Katharine, what did the fair Dumaine send you?
forget that what'd dumaine send you
Madam, this glove.
Madam, this glove.
Madam, this glove.
madam, this glove
Did he not send you twain?
Didn't he send you two?
Didn't he send you two of them?
two pairs did he
Yes, madam, and moreover,
Some thousand verses of a faithful lover.
A huge translation of hypocrisy,
Vilely compiled, profound simplicity.
Yes, and besides a thousand verses from a supposedly faithful lover— a massive exercise in hypocrisy, badly put together but deeply foolish.
Yeah, and he also sent thousands of verses from this 'faithful lover'—basically a mountain of hypocrisy, badly written and profoundly stupid.
yeah plus a thousand bad love poems all fake just nonsense
This, and these pearls, to me sent Longaville.
The letter is too long by half a mile.
These pearls and this token came from Longaville. But the letter is ridiculously long.
Longaville sent me this and the pearls. The letter goes on for way too long.
longaville sent me this letter never ends
I think no less. Dost thou not wish in heart
The chain were longer and the letter short?
I imagine so. Don't you wish in your heart that the chain were longer and the letter shorter?
I thought as much. Don't you wish the chain were longer and his letter actually short?
wish the chain was longer and the letter shorter
Ay, or I would these hands might never part.
Yes, or I wish these hands could never separate.
Yeah, or I wish our hands could stay joined forever.
yeah wish we could hold hands forever
We are wise girls to mock our lovers so.
We're wise girls to mock our lovers this way.
We're clever girls for making fun of these guys.
we're playing them so hard
They are worse fools to purchase mocking so.
That same Berowne I’ll torture ere I go.
O that I knew he were but in by th’ week!
How I would make him fawn, and beg, and seek,
And wait the season, and observe the times,
And spend his prodigal wits in bootless rhymes,
And shape his service wholly to my hests,
And make him proud to make me proud that jests!
So pair-taunt-like would I o’ersway his state,
That he should be my fool, and I his fate.
They're even bigger fools to deserve this mocking. That Berowne—I'll torture him before I leave. I wish he were mine for just a week! How I'd make him grovel and beg and search and wait for his moment and watch the times, waste his clever mind on useless love poems, shape his whole service to my commands, make him proud that I'm proud of his jokes! Like a tease, I'd dominate his mind so he'd be my fool and I'd be his fate.
They're fools for setting themselves up for this. That Berowne—I'd torture him before I go. God, if I had him for just one week! I'd make him crawl and beg and desperately try, waiting for a chance and watching for his moment, wasting all his brains on hopeless love poems, making his whole life about pleasing me, getting proud when I approve of his jokes! I'd completely take over his head so he's mine to control and I'm his whole world.
berowne's an idiot i'd torture him if i had him for a week make him desperate waste his talent totally own him
None are so surely caught, when they are catched,
As wit turned fool. Folly, in wisdom hatched,
Hath wisdom’s warrant and the help of school
And wit’s own grace to grace a learned fool.
No one is caught so completely when caught as a clever man turned into a fool. When foolishness is born from wisdom, it has wisdom's approval and education's help and wit's own charm to make a learned fool seem charming.
Nobody gets trapped quite like an intelligent man becomes a fool. Foolishness born from wisdom has all the backing of knowledge and schooling and uses wit's own grace to make learned fools seem graceful.
clever guys who become fools are trapped they use their brains to be foolish
The blood of youth burns not with such excess
As gravity’s revolt to wantonness.
Youth's passion doesn't burn as intensely as when dignity revolts into recklessness.
Young people aren't as crazy as when serious, dignified people let loose and throw all restraint away.
sober people going wild worse than young people acting young
Folly in fools bears not so strong a note
As fool’ry in the wise when wit doth dote,
Since all the power thereof it doth apply
To prove, by wit, worth in simplicity.
Foolishness in fools isn't as striking as foolishness in the wise when their wit goes mad, because they use all their intelligence to try to make simplicity seem valuable through cleverness.
Foolishness in regular fools isn't as bad as foolishness in smart people whose brains go haywire, because they waste all that intelligence trying to make stupidity sound smart.
smart people being fools is worse than dumb people they use their brains to justify it
Here comes Boyet, and mirth is in his face.
Here comes Boyet, and he's got joy all over his face.
Here comes Boyet, and he looks really happy.
boyet's here and he's excited
O, I am stabbed with laughter! Where’s her Grace?
I'm dying with laughter! Where's the Princess?
I'm cracking up! Where's the Princess?
i can't stop laughing where's the princess
Thy news, Boyet?
your news, Boyet?
your news, Boyet?
your news, boyet
Prepare, madam, prepare!
Arm, wenches, arm! Encounters mounted are
Against your peace. Love doth approach disguised,
Armed in arguments. You’ll be surprised.
Muster your wits, stand in your own defence,
Or hide your heads like cowards, and fly hence.
Get ready, madam, get ready! Arm yourselves, women! Confrontations are coming against your peace. Love is approaching in disguise, armed with arguments. You'll be surprised. Gather your wits and defend yourselves, or hide like cowards and run away.
Get ready, get ready! Arm yourselves, ladies! Attacks are coming against your peace. Love's approaching disguised, loaded with clever talk. You'll be caught off guard. Pull yourself together and protect yourselves, or hide like cowards and get out of here.
get ready love's coming disguised armed with speeches fight back or run
Saint Denis to Saint Cupid! What are they
That charge their breath against us? Say, scout, say.
My goodness! Who are they that attack us with their words? Speak, scout, speak.
Who are these guys attacking us with speeches? Tell us, scout.
who are they attacking us with words
Under the cool shade of a sycamore
I thought to close mine eyes some half an hour,
When, lo, to interrupt my purposed rest,
Toward that shade I might behold addressed
The King and his companions. Warily
I stole into a neighbour thicket by,
And overheard what you shall overhear:
That, by and by, disguised they will be here.
Their herald is a pretty knavish page
That well by heart hath conned his embassage.
Action and accent did they teach him there:
“Thus must thou speak,” and “thus thy body bear.”
And ever and anon they made a doubt
Presence majestical would put him out;
“For,” quoth the King, “an angel shalt thou see;
Yet fear not thou, but speak audaciously.”
The boy replied “An angel is not evil;
I should have feared her had she been a devil.”
With that all laughed and clapped him on the shoulder,
Making the bold wag by their praises bolder.
One rubbed his elbow thus, and fleered, and swore
A better speech was never spoke before.
Another with his finger and his thumb
Cried “_Via_, we will do ’t, come what will come.”
The third he capered, and cried “All goes well!”
The fourth turned on the toe, and down he fell.
With that they all did tumble on the ground,
With such a zealous laughter, so profound,
That in this spleen ridiculous appears,
To check their folly, passion’s solemn tears.
I thought to rest my eyes under a cool sycamore tree for about half an hour, when, to interrupt my planned rest, toward that shade I might have seen the King and his companions coming. Carefully I crept into a nearby thicket, and overheard what you will now hear: that soon, disguised, they'll come here. Their messenger is a clever, mischievous page who has memorized his message well. They taught him how to act and speak: "You must speak this way," and "carry your body like this." And every now and then they worried that his grand appearance might make the boy nervous; "For," said the King, "you'll see an angel; yet don't be scared—speak boldly." The boy replied, "An angel isn't evil; I'd have been afraid if she were a demon." With that everyone laughed and clapped him on the back, encouraging the bold kid with their praise. One rubbed his elbow this way, smiled mockingly, and swore that a better speech was never given. Another with finger and thumb cried out "Let's do it, no matter what comes!" The third one jumped and cried out "Everything goes well!" The fourth spun around and fell down. With that they all tumbled to the ground together, with such intense, ridiculous laughter, that in this crazy laughing it would take serious tears to check their foolishness.
I was trying to take a nap under a sycamore tree for about half an hour when the King and his buddies started heading toward where I was. So I snuck into a nearby thicket and listened to what they were planning. They're coming here in disguise. This young page is their messenger, and they taught him his whole speech. They kept coaching him—"Talk this way," "Move like this"—and they were constantly worried he'd mess up in front of the ladies. The King told him not to worry, that he'd see a girl but shouldn't be scared to talk. The kid said something like "An angel won't hurt me" and they all loved it and cheered him on. One guy was doing exaggerated gestures bragging about how great it would go, another was making success signals, a third was jumping around celebrating, and the fourth literally fell over. They were all piling on the ground laughing so hard—it was ridiculous, almost manic, the kind of laughing that shows they're acting like total fools.
was napping under a tree king's crew rehearsing nearby they're coming disguised the page is their messenger they're acting insane
But what, but what, come they to visit us?
But are they coming to visit us, or what?
But are they actually coming here to visit us?
are they actually coming here
They do, they do, and are apparelled thus,
Like Muscovites, or Russians, as I guess.
Their purpose is to parley, court, and dance,
And every one his love-feat will advance
Unto his several mistress, which they’ll know
By favours several which they did bestow.
They do, they do, and they're dressed like Muscovites or Russians, as far as I can tell. Their plan is to talk, court us, and dance, and each one will make a romantic move on his particular woman, which they'll recognize by the different gifts they gave earlier.
Yeah, they are, and they're dressed up like Russians or Muscovites or something. Their plan is to chat us up, court us, and dance, and each guy's going to make moves on his particular woman, which he'll identify by the different gifts he gave her.
they're coming dressed like russians gonna talk and dance try to impress us using the gifts they sent
And will they so? The gallants shall be tasked;
For, ladies, we will every one be masked,
And not a man of them shall have the grace,
Despite of suit, to see a lady’s face.
Hold, Rosaline, this favour thou shalt wear,
And then the King will court thee for his dear.
Hold, take thou this, my sweet, and give me thine,
So shall Berowne take me for Rosaline.
And change you favours too; so shall your loves
Woo contrary, deceived by these removes.
So they will? Well, the gallants will be challenged. Ladies, we'll all wear masks, and not one of them will have the privilege, no matter how hard he tries, to see any lady's face. Here, Rosaline, you wear this favor, and then the King will court you thinking you're someone else. Here, take this from me and give me yours, so Berowne will think I'm Rosaline. And you all switch favors too; so their love will go to the wrong women, fooled by these swaps.
So they'll try? Well, those guys are in for a challenge. Ladies, we're all wearing masks, and none of them will get to see any woman's face no matter what. Here, Rosaline, wear this favor, and the King will think he's courting you. Take this and give me yours, so Berowne thinks I'm Rosaline. Switch favors around, everyone; that way their love notes go to the wrong girls, totally tricked by the swaps.
we'll all wear masks they won't see our faces we're switching gifts they'll court the wrong girls total setup
Come on, then, wear the favours most in sight.
Okay then, wear the favors where they'll see them most.
Alright, wear the gifts where they'll clearly see them.
show the gifts loud and clear
But in this changing, what is your intent?
But what's your real plan in switching these around?
But what's your actual goal with switching everything?
what's the plan
The effect of my intent is to cross theirs.
They do it but in mocking merriment,
And mock for mock is only my intent.
Their several counsels they unbosom shall
To loves mistook, and so be mocked withal
Upon the next occasion that we meet,
With visages displayed to talk and greet.
My intention is to thwart theirs. They do it all in jest and mockery, and mockery for mockery is my only intention. They'll reveal all their private thoughts to the wrong women, and so we'll mock them the next time we meet, with faces uncovered, talking openly.
I'm going to turn their plans against them. They're just doing this for fun and jokes, and I'm just mocking them in return. They'll pour out all their hearts to the wrong women, and then we'll laugh at them the next time we see them, when we show our real faces and talk.
we're turning it around they'll confess to the wrong girls then we mock them next time we meet
But shall we dance, if they desire us to’t?
But should we dance if they ask us to?
But what if they ask us to dance?
they'll ask / better say no
No, to the death we will not move a foot,
Nor to their penned speech render we no grace,
But while ’tis spoke each turn away her face.
No, we won't move a foot, come what may, we won't show appreciation for their written speeches, but while they're speaking, everyone turn away.
No, we absolutely won't dance, we won't compliment their flowery words, we'll just turn away from them while they're talking.
we're not dancing ignoring their speeches turning our backs
Why, that contempt will kill the speaker’s heart,
And quite divorce his memory from his part.
Why, that rejection will break the speaker's heart and make him forget his whole speech.
That kind of contempt will crush them and make them completely forget what they came to say.
that'll destroy them make them forget their lines
Therefore I do it, and I make no doubt
The rest will ne’er come in, if he be out.
There’s no such sport as sport by sport o’erthrown,
To make theirs ours and ours none but our own.
So shall we stay, mocking intended game,
And they, well mocked, depart away with shame.
That's exactly why I'm doing it, and I'm sure the rest won't speak up if their leader backs down. There's no game like turning their game against them, to make their play become ours and keep ours just ours. So we'll stay here, mocking their planned game, and they'll leave shamed by being mocked.
That's exactly why I'm doing this—I know the rest won't speak if their leader gives up. There's nothing better than beating them at their own game, taking their play and making it ours. We'll just mock the whole thing they're planning, and they'll leave completely humiliated.
that's the point one breaks they all break best move is flipping their game we stay in control they leave ashamed
The trumpet sounds. Be masked; the maskers come.
The trumpet sounds. Put on your masks; the masqueraders are coming.
There's the trumpet. Everyone mask up; they're coming.
trumpet's blowing mask up here they come
_All hail, the richest beauties on the earth!_
We greet you as the most beautiful women walking the earth!
Greetings, you most beautiful women on earth!
hey beautiful ladies
Beauties no richer than rich taffeta.
Beauties no more valuable than expensive silk fabric.
No more beautiful than fancy silk material.
beautiful as expensive cloth
_A holy parcel of the fairest dames_
A sacred group of the most beautiful women.
A holy gathering of the most beautiful ladies.
holy group of pretty ladies
_Their eyes_, villain, _their eyes._
Their eyes, rogue, their eyes.
Their eyes, you idiot, their eyes!
their eyes not their faces
_That ever turned their eyes to mortal views.
Out_—
That ever turned their eyes to human sight. Out—
That ever looked at mortal men. Out—
that ever saw humans wait
True; out indeed.
True; out indeed.
True; out indeed.
true; out indeed
_Out of your favours, heavenly spirits, vouchsafe
Not to behold_—
Out of your generosity, heavenly spirits, I beg that you will not let me gaze upon you—
Please, you kind spirits, don't let me look at you—
don't let me see u
_Once to behold_, rogue!
Berowne interrupts angrily: Just once, rogue, just once!
Once to look at, you idiot!
once you fool
_Once to behold with your sun-beamed eyes—
With your sun-beamed eyes_—
Once to behold with your sun-bright eyes— With your sun-bright eyes—
Once to look at your radiant eyes— With your radiant eyes—
look at your bright eyes bright eyes
They will not answer to that epithet.
You were best call it “daughter-beamed eyes”.
They won't respond to that description. You should call them "daughter-beamed eyes" instead.
That flattery won't work on them. You should call them "daughter-beamed eyes."
that won't work call them daughter-beamed eyes
They do not mark me, and that brings me out.
They're not paying attention to me, and that's throwing me off.
They're not listening to me and that's making me mess up.
they're not listening i'm losing it
Is this your perfectness? Be gone, you rogue!
Is this your perfect performance? Get out of here, rogue!
Is this your perfect speech? Get lost, you idiot!
that's your perfect job get out
What would these strangers? Know their minds, Boyet.
If they do speak our language, ’tis our will
That some plain man recount their purposes.
Know what they would.
What do these strangers want? Find out their intentions, Boyet. If they speak our language, we want some straightforward man to explain their purposes. Find out what they want.
What are these guys after? Figure out what they want, Boyet. If they speak our language, we need someone plain-spoken to explain what they're trying to do. Find out what they want.
what do they want get boyet to find out have someone explain what are they after
What would you with the Princess?
What do you want with the Princess?
So what are you after with our Princess, exactly?
what do you want with her
Nothing but peace and gentle visitation.
Nothing but peace and a polite visit.
Just peace and a friendly visit.
just peace a nice visit
What would they, say they?
What do they want, you say?
So what do they want?
they want what
Nothing but peace and gentle visitation.
Nothing but peace and a polite visit.
Just peace and a friendly visit.
just peace friendly visit
Why, that they have, and bid them so be gone.
Well, they have that, so tell them to go.
Fine, they've got that. Tell them to leave.
they got it tell them to leave
She says you have it, and you may be gone.
She says you have it, and you can leave.
She says you got what you want, so go.
you got what you wanted now go
Say to her we have measured many miles
To tread a measure with her on this grass.
Tell her we've traveled many miles to dance with her on this grass.
Tell her we've come a long way to dance with her here on the grass.
we traveled far to dance with you
They say that they have measured many a mile
To tread a measure with you on this grass.
They say they've traveled many miles to dance with you on this grass.
They say they've come a long way to dance with you here.
they came far to dance with you
It is not so. Ask them how many inches
Is in one mile? If they have measured many,
The measure then of one is easily told.
That's not true. Ask them how many inches are in one mile. If they've traveled many miles, then the measurement of one mile is easy to state.
That's not right. Ask them how many inches are in a mile. If they've really traveled many miles, they should know the measurement easily.
call them out how many inches in a mile if they traveled that far they'd know
If to come hither you have measured miles,
And many miles, the Princess bids you tell
How many inches doth fill up one mile.
If you've traveled miles to get here, and many miles at that, the Princess asks how many inches make up one mile.
If you've really traveled many miles to get here, the Princess wants to know how many inches are in one mile.
she asks how many inches in a mile if you traveled that far you'd know
Tell her we measure them by weary steps.
Tell her we measure miles by how tired our feet are.
Tell her we measure distance by how exhausted we feel.
we measured them by tired feet
She hears herself.
She hears herself.
She hears herself.
she hears herself
How many weary steps
Of many weary miles you have o’ergone
Are numbered in the travel of one mile?
How many tired steps from many tired miles you've covered are counted in one single mile?
How many exhausted steps from all those tired miles actually equal one mile?
how many tired steps in one mile
We number nothing that we spend for you.
Our duty is so rich, so infinite,
That we may do it still without account.
Vouchsafe to show the sunshine of your face,
That we, like savages, may worship it.
We don't count what we spend for you. Our obligation is so rich, so limitless, that we can keep going forever without measure. Please show us the brightness of your face, so we, like primitives, can worship it.
We don't keep track of what we do for you. Our devotion is so deep, so endless, that we'll keep doing it all day without counting. Please let us see your beautiful face so we can worship it like wild men.
we don't count what we do for you our devotion is endless show your face we'll worship you
My face is but a moon, and clouded too.
My face is just a moon, and a clouded one at that.
My face is like a moon, and an overcast moon at that.
my face is a cloudy moon
Blessed are clouds, to do as such clouds do!
Vouchsafe, bright moon, and these thy stars, to shine,
Those clouds removed, upon our watery eyne.
Blessed are clouds, to act like these clouds do! Please shine, bright moon, and these stars of yours, with the clouds removed, upon our tearful eyes.
Blessed are clouds to do what clouds do! Please, bright moon and your surrounding stars, shine without the clouds, down on our watery eyes.
bless the clouds bright moon shine on us make our eyes wet
O vain petitioner! Beg a greater matter!
Thou now requests but moonshine in the water.
Foolish pleader! Ask for something bigger! You're now asking for just moonlight reflected in water.
You're being ridiculous! Ask for something real! You're asking for moonlight bouncing off water.
stop wasting time you're asking for moonlight in water
Then in our measure do but vouchsafe one change.
Thou bidd’st me beg; this begging is not strange.
Then during our dance, just grant me one thing. You told me to ask; and asking like this isn't strange.
Then just give me one dance with you. You told me to ask, so I'm asking.
one dance that's what i'm asking
Play, music, then! Nay, you must do it soon.
Play music then! No, you must do it right now.
Start the music then! And do it right now.
play music do it now
Will you not dance? How come you thus estranged?
Won't you dance? Why are you acting so distant?
Why won't you dance? Why are you being so cold?
dance with me why are you distant
You took the moon at full, but now she’s changed.
You fell for her when she was at her best, but now she's different.
You were into her when she was on top of her game, but now she's totally different.
you wanted her when she was perfect now she's changed
Yet still she is the moon, and I the man.
The music plays, vouchsafe some motion to it.
But she's still the moon, and I'm the man drawn to her. The music is playing, would you please dance with me?
But she's still the one I'm drawn to, like a man to the moon. The music's on, come on, dance with me.
she's still the one for me music's playing - come dance
Our ears vouchsafe it.
Our ears are willing to listen to the music.
We'll listen, sure.
ok we're listening
But your legs should do it.
But your legs should be the ones dancing.
But your legs should be dancing too.
your legs should move tho
Since you are strangers and come here by chance,
We’ll not be nice. Take hands. We will not dance.
Since you are strangers and just happened to come here, We won't be unfriendly. Hold hands. But we will not dance.
Look, you're strangers who just showed up, so we're not going to be stuck-up about it. Hold hands. But we're not dancing.
ok you're random strangers we'll be cool about it hands only - no dancing
Why take we hands then?
Then why should we hold hands?
Wait, why would we even hold hands then?
why hold hands then?
Only to part friends.
Curtsy, sweet hearts, and so the measure ends.
Only as a friendly goodbye. Curtsy, sweethearts, and that ends the dance.
Just so we can part as friends. Take a bow, you guys, and we're done here.
just to say goodbye as friends bow and that's it
More measure of this measure! Be not nice.
I want more dancing! Stop being so reserved.
Come on, let's dance more! Stop being so stiff about it.
one more dance don't be shy
We can afford no more at such a price.
We can't give any more at that cost.
That's all we're willing to spend on you guys.
that's all we're giving
Price you yourselves? What buys your company?
Are you putting a price on yourselves? What would win your company?
Are you selling yourselves? What would it take to spend time with you?
what's your price? what do we gotta do?
Your absence only.
Your absence only.
Your absence only.
your absence only
That can never be.
That could never happen.
That's never going to happen.
never
Then cannot we be bought. And so adieu—
Twice to your visor, and half once to you!
Then we cannot be bought. Goodbye to you— Two greetings to your mask, and half a greeting to the man underneath!
So we can't be purchased. Goodbye— Double the respect goes to your disguise, way less to the real you!
can't buy us bye your mask gets more love than you
If you deny to dance, let’s hold more chat.
If you won't dance with me, let's just talk more.
If you won't dance, let's just keep talking then.
no dance = more talking
In private then.
In private then.
In private then.
in private then
I am best pleased with that.
That suits me perfectly.
I'm totally cool with that.
cool with me
White-handed mistress, one sweet word with thee.
Fair-handed lady, could I have one kind word with you?
Beautiful woman, can I have a moment to say something sweet to you?
beautiful girl one sweet word?
Honey, and milk, and sugar: there is three.
Honey, milk, and sugar—there you have three sweet things.
Honey, milk, sugar—there's three sweet things right there.
honey milk sugar that's three
Nay, then, two treys, an if you grow so nice,
Metheglin, wort, and malmsey. Well run, dice!
There’s half a dozen sweets.
No, then two threes if you're going to be so particular, Mead, beer, and wine. Well, the dice roll! That's half a dozen sweets.
Okay, if you want to play it that way, two threes, Mead, beer, wine—the dice are hot! That's six sweet things.
two threes mead beer wine six sweets total
Seventh sweet, adieu.
Since you can cog, I’ll play no more with you.
A seventh sweet—goodbye to you. Since you cheat, I won't play with you anymore.
That's sweet number seven—and goodbye. You're a cheater, so I'm done playing with you.
bye you're cheating im out
One word in secret.
One private word.
Just one word in private.
private word?
Let it not be sweet.
Make sure it isn't flattery.
It better not be something sweet and fake.
no sweet talk
Thou griev’st my gall.
You're hurting my feelings.
You're getting under my skin.
you're hurting me
Gall! Bitter.
Gall! Bitter.
Gall! Bitter.
gall bitter
Therefore meet.
Therefore it is fitting.
So it works perfectly.
so it fits
Will you vouchsafe with me to change a word?
Will you allow me to exchange some words with you?
Can I have a moment to talk with you privately?
talk with me?
Name it.
Name it.
Go on, name it.
name it
Fair lady—
Fair lady—
Fair lady—
fair lady—
Say you so? Fair lord!
Take that for your “fair lady”.
Really? Well, good sir! Take that as my response to your compliment.
Oh yeah? Great, my lord! That's your reward for calling me fair.
really? that's for your compliment
Please it you,
As much in private, and I’ll bid adieu.
If you permit, let's talk as much in private, and then I'll say goodbye.
If that works for you, let's talk in private and I'll leave.
private chat ok? then i'm out
What, was your visor made without a tongue?
Did your mask come without a mouth?
What, is your mask stuck shut or something?
your mask has no mouth?
I know the reason, lady, why you ask.
I know why you're asking me this, lady.
I know exactly why you're asking me that, lady.
i know why you're asking
O, for your reason! Quickly, sir, I long.
Oh, I want to hear your reason! Come on, sir, I'm eager.
Oh, tell me your reason! Come on, sir, I can't wait.
tell me! i'm dying to know
You have a double tongue within your mask,
And would afford my speechless visor half.
You have a clever tongue hidden behind your mask, and you'd give my silent mask half of what you have.
You're such a smooth talker behind that mask, you'd probably lend some of that charm to my silent face.
you're smooth give me some of that i'm speechless
“Veal”, quoth the Dutchman. Is not veal a calf?
As the Dutchman said, "veal"—is veal not just a calf?
Like the Dutchman said—veal. That's just a baby cow, right?
veal is baby cow right?
A calf, fair lady?
You mean a baby cow, my fair lady?
A baby cow, really?
baby cow?
No, a fair lord calf.
No, a handsome nobleman calf.
No, a handsome lord calf.
no a pretty boy calf
Let’s part the word.
Let's split the word.
Let's break that word apart.
split the word
No, I’ll not be your half.
Take all and wean it; it may prove an ox.
No, I won't be your equal. Take everything and raise it; it might become a bull.
No, I won't share with you. Take it all and feed it; it might become an ox.
no i won't share take it all might turn into an ox
Look how you butt yourself in these sharp mocks.
Will you give horns, chaste lady? Do not so.
Look how you throw yourself into these cutting jabs. Will you make me a cuckold, virtuous lady? Don't do that.
Look at how you're throwing yourself into these mean jokes. You're not going to make me look like a fool, are you? Don't do that.
you're all in on these jokes don't embarrass me
Then die a calf before your horns do grow.
Then remain a calf before you grow into a horned beast.
Then stay an immature fool before you turn into a cheating husband.
stay a baby before you grow horns
One word in private with you ere I die.
One private word with you before I go.
Just one private word before I leave.
private word before i go
Bleat softly, then; the butcher hears you cry.
Cry softly then, like a calf; the butcher can hear you.
Better keep it quiet, you'll sound like a calf and the butcher will hear you.
shh the butcher's listening
The tongues of mocking wenches are as keen
As is the razor’s edge invisible,
Cutting a smaller hair than may be seen;
Above the sense of sense, so sensible
Seemeth their conference. Their conceits have wings
Fleeter than arrows, bullets, wind, thought, swifter things.
The tongues of mocking women are as sharp as an invisible razor's edge, cutting finer than a hair you can see; their talk seems to cut above all perception, so sharp and smart. Their ideas have wings faster than arrows, bullets, wind, even thought—swifter than the swiftest things.
These women's mocking tongues are razor-sharp— sharp as an invisible edge, slicing finer than any visible hair. Their conversation cuts on a level that's beyond normal sense, so clever and piercing. Their wit has wings faster than arrows, bullets, wind, faster than thought itself.
their jokes are razor sharp cut deeper than you can see their wit flies faster than thought
Not one word more, my maids; break off, break off.
Not another word, girls; stop, stop.
That's enough, girls; let it go, let it go.
stop guys stop
By heaven, all dry-beaten with pure scoff!
By heaven, I'm completely worn out by pure mockery!
My god, I'm absolutely beaten down by all this ridicule!
beaten down by mockery
Farewell, mad wenches. You have simple wits.
Goodbye, crazy women. You have simple, crude humor.
Bye, you crazy girls. You think you're so clever with your dumb jokes.
bye crazy girls your jokes are dumb
Twenty adieus, my frozen Muscovites.
Are these the breed of wits so wondered at?
Many goodbyes, you stiff Russian dancers. Are these the kinds of clever people everyone talks about?
Good riddance, you frozen Russians. So these are the geniuses everyone was going on about?
bye frozen russians these are the smart guys? lol
Tapers they are, with your sweet breaths puffed out.
They are like candles that you've blown out with your sweet breath.
They're like candles you just blew out with your sweet words.
they're candles you blew them out
Well-liking wits they have; gross, gross; fat, fat.
Well-fed intelligences they have; crude, crude; overweight, overweight.
Their wit is well-fed, gross, really gross, bloated, really bloated.
their brains are fat gross gross
O poverty in wit, kingly-poor flout!
Will they not, think you, hang themselves tonight?
Or ever but in vizors show their faces?
This pert Berowne was out of countenance quite.
How poor their wit is despite their royal rank! Don't you think they'll hang themselves tonight? Or will they only ever show their faces in masks? This bold Berowne was completely embarrassed.
Their wit is so pathetically poor for royalty! Don't you think they'll go kill themselves tonight? Or will they just hide behind masks forever? This cocky Berowne was totally humiliated.
royals with bad jokes they should just die or stay masked berowne was mortified
They were all in lamentable cases.
The King was weeping-ripe for a good word.
They were all in pitiful states. The King was ready to cry at just one kind word.
They were all totally pathetic. The King was one nice word away from breaking down.
they were all sad king was bout to cry
Berowne did swear himself out of all suit.
Berowne swore so much he went completely over the top.
Berowne was swearing and cursing like crazy.
berowne swore like crazy
Dumaine was at my service, and his sword.
“_Non point_,” quoth I; my servant straight was mute.
Dumaine was at my service, with his sword. I said, "Not likely," and my servant fell silent.
Dumaine was offering himself and his sword to serve me. I said, "No way," and he just shut up.
dumaine offered himself i said nah he got quiet
Lord Longaville said I came o’er his heart;
And trow you what he called me?
Lord Longaville said I overwhelmed his heart; Do you know what he called me?
Lord Longaville said I conquered his heart; Want to know what he actually called me?
longaville said i got his heart want to know what he called me?
Qualm, perhaps.
Qualm, perhaps.
Qualm, perhaps.
qualm, perhaps
Yes, in good faith.
Yes, honestly.
Yes, seriously.
yes really
Go, sickness as thou art!
Go on, you are sickness itself!
Get out of here, you disgusting thing!
you're nasty
Well, better wits have worn plain statute-caps.
But will you hear? The King is my love sworn.
Well, people with better wit have worn plain servant's caps. But listen: the King has sworn his love to me.
Look, smarter people than these guys have worn servant's clothes. But here's the thing: the King has sworn to love me.
smarter people have been servants but the king loves me
And quick Berowne hath plighted faith to me.
And quick-witted Berowne has pledged his love to me.
And the clever Berowne has promised himself to me.
berowne promised me
And Longaville was for my service born.
And Longaville was born to serve me.
And Longaville basically exists to serve me.
longaville's my servant
Dumaine is mine as sure as bark on tree.
Dumaine is mine as surely as bark clings to a tree.
Dumaine is mine, no question, like bark sticks to a tree.
dumaine's mine no doubt
Madam, and pretty mistresses, give ear.
Immediately they will again be here
In their own shapes, for it can never be
They will digest this harsh indignity.
Lady and lovely women, listen carefully. They will be back here right away in their true forms, because it's impossible for them to accept this harsh insult.
Ladies and gorgeous women, listen up. They'll come right back in their real selves, because they can't possibly swallow this kind of humiliation.
listen up ladies they're coming back they can't handle this
Will they return?
Will they return?
Will they return?
will they return
They will, they will, God knows,
And leap for joy, though they are lame with blows.
Therefore, change favours and, when they repair,
Blow like sweet roses in this summer air.
They will, they will, God knows, and they'll jump for joy even though they're hurt from the beating. So change your tokens and when they return, be like sweet blooming roses in the summer air.
They will, they will, I promise, and they'll jump around with joy even though they're bruised. So switch your favors and when they come back, be like sweet roses blooming in the summer.
they're coming they'll be happy even if bruised switch your gifts be like roses
How “blow”? How “blow”? Speak to be understood.
How bloom? How bloom? Speak more clearly.
Bloom how? Bloom how? Say it in a way I understand.
how bloom? be clear
Fair ladies masked are roses in their bud.
Dismasked, their damask sweet commixture shown,
Are angels vailing clouds, or roses blown.
Beautiful ladies in masks are roses still in bud. Unmasked, their sweet mixed beauty shown, they look like angels parting clouds, or roses in full bloom.
Pretty women wearing masks are like roses not yet opened. When you take off the masks and show your beautiful faces, you look like angels pushing through clouds, or roses in full bloom.
masked = roses in buds unmasked = angels or blooming roses
Avaunt, perplexity! What shall we do
If they return in their own shapes to woo?
Away with this confusion! What will we do if they return in their actual forms to woo us?
Forget about this confusion! What are we going to do if they come back looking like themselves and try to court us?
ignore confusion if they come back for real to romance us
Good madam, if by me you’ll be advised,
Let’s mock them still, as well known as disguised.
Let us complain to them what fools were here,
Disguised like Muscovites in shapeless gear;
And wonder what they were, and to what end
Their shallow shows and prologue vilely penned,
And their rough carriage so ridiculous,
Should be presented at our tent to us.
If you'll take my advice, good lady, let's keep mocking them whether we recognize them or not. Let's complain to them about what fools appeared here, disguised as Russians in ugly clothes; and let's wonder why their shallow performances and badly written introduction, and their rough, laughable behavior, were shown to us at all.
If you trust my judgment, here's what we do: let's keep making fun of them whether we know who they are or not. Let's tell them about these fools who showed up here in those stupid Russian costumes; and ask them why they bothered with these shallow performances and terrible speeches, and why they acted so ridiculously right here at our camp.
keep mocking them disguised or not they were fools in stupid russian outfits why show us this garbage?
Ladies, withdraw. The gallants are at hand.
Ladies, leave now. The noblemen are arriving.
Time to go, ladies. The guys are showing up.
go ladies they're here
Whip to our tents, as roes run o’er the land.
Run quickly to our tents like deer racing across the land.
Dash to the tents like deer running across the ground.
run to the tents like deer
Fair sir, God save you. Where’s the Princess?
Hello, sir. May God protect you. Where is the Princess?
Hey, sir. God bless you. Where's the Princess?
hi sir where's the princess
Gone to her tent. Please it your Majesty
Command me any service to her thither?
She's gone to her tent. If it pleases your Majesty, would you like to command me to do anything for her there?
She went to her tent. If it suits you, your Majesty, would you like me to deliver a message to her?
she's in her tent want me to tell her anything?
That she vouchsafe me audience for one word.
That she would grant me a moment to speak one word with her.
That she'd give me just a minute to say something to her.
give me a minute to talk to her
I will; and so will she, I know, my lord.
I will; and I know she will too, my lord.
I'll do it, and I know she'll see you, my lord.
i will she will too
This fellow pecks up wit as pigeons peas
And utters it again when God doth please.
He is wit’s pedlar, and retails his wares
At wakes and wassails, meetings, markets, fairs;
And we that sell by gross, the Lord doth know,
Have not the grace to grace it with such show.
This gallant pins the wenches on his sleeve.
Had he been Adam, he had tempted Eve.
He can carve too, and lisp. Why, this is he
That kissed his hand away in courtesy.
This is the ape of form, Monsieur the Nice,
That, when he plays at tables, chides the dice
In honourable terms. Nay, he can sing
A mean most meanly; and in ushering
Mend him who can. The ladies call him sweet.
The stairs, as he treads on them, kiss his feet.
This is the flower that smiles on everyone,
To show his teeth as white as whale’s bone;
And consciences that will not die in debt
Pay him the due of “honey-tongued Boyet”.
This guy picks up clever remarks like pigeons pick up peas and repeats them whenever he feels like it. He's a merchant of wit who sells his stuff at parties and celebrations, meetings, markets, and fairs; and we who sell wit in bulk, the Lord knows, don't have the ability to present it with such style. This fancy gentleman attracts women like they're pinned to his sleeve. If he had been Adam, he would have tempted Eve. He can make clever comments too, and affect a lisp. This is the guy who has kissed his hand so much in politeness he wore it out. This is the showman, Monsieur the Fussy, who, when he plays games, complains to the dice in dignified language. And he can sing a middle note very poorly; and no one can teach him how to usher people better. The ladies call him sweet. The stairs seem to kiss his feet as he walks up them. This is the charmer who smiles at everyone, to show his teeth as white as whale bone; and people who pride themselves on honor give Boyet the title "honey-tongued."
This guy steals jokes like pigeons steal peas and passes them off as his own whenever. He's basically a joke merchant selling his goods at parties, celebrations, meetings, fairs, anywhere; and those of us who deal in serious humor, we don't have his flashy presentation skills. This smooth guy has all the women wrapped around his finger. If he were Adam, he'd have seduced Eve no problem. He's also clever and can do a fake accent. This is the guy who's kissed and complimented so much he's worn out his charm. He's the ultimate performer, Mr. Fancy Pants, who, even when playing dice games, argues politely about the results. And he sings dorky middle notes; honestly no one can teach him manners. But the ladies love him. The ground practically worships his feet. This is the guy who smiles at everyone, flashing teeth white as whale bone; and people of principle worship him as "the honey-tongued Boyet."
he steals jokes reposts them sells them everywhere has way more style than us women love him fake accent kisses too much sings bad but everyone worships him white teeth
A blister on his sweet tongue, with my heart,
That put Armado’s page out of his part!
May blisters cover his sweet tongue, truly, he who made Armado's young servant forget his lines!
A curse on his smooth tongue, for making Armado's boy mess up his speech!
curse his sweet tongue he made armado's boy mess up
See where it comes! Behaviour, what wert thou
Till this man showed thee, and what art thou now?
Look, here he comes! Behavior, what were you before this man taught you, and what are you now?
Here he comes! Good manners, what were you before he invented you, and what have you become?
here comes mr perfection what would manners be without him
All hail, sweet madam, and fair time of day.
All greetings, lovely lady, and good time of day to you.
Hello, beautiful lady, hope you're having a good day.
hello beautiful how's your day
“Fair” in “all hail” is foul, as I conceive.
Calling me "fair" in your greeting is offensive, I think.
You calling me "fair" when you greet me is gross, if you ask me.
saying fair in all hail is gross
Construe my speeches better, if you may.
Interpret my words better, if you can.
Try to understand what I'm saying better, okay?
understand me better
Then wish me better. I will give you leave.
Then wish for me to be better. I will allow you to try.
Then wish I was better. I'll let you give it a shot.
wish i was better go ahead
We came to visit you, and purpose now
To lead you to our court. Vouchsafe it then.
We came to visit you, and we intend now to take you to our royal court. Would you agree to that?
We came to see you, and now we want to take you back to our court. Will you come?
we came to see you now come to court please?
This field shall hold me, and so hold your vow.
Nor God nor I delights in perjured men.
I'll stay here on this field, and you must keep your oath. Neither God nor I take pleasure in men who break their promises.
I'm staying right here in this field, so you better keep your promise. Neither God nor I want anything to do with guys who break their word.
staying here keep your oath no perjurers allowed
Rebuke me not for that which you provoke.
The virtue of your eye must break my oath.
Don't blame me for what you're causing. Your beauty must be the reason I break my oath.
Don't blame me for something you're making me do. Your beauty has to be why I break my promise.
don't blame me your beauty made me break it
You nickname virtue: “vice” you should have spoke;
For virtue’s office never breaks men’s troth.
Now by my maiden honour, yet as pure
As the unsullied lily, I protest,
A world of torments though I should endure,
I would not yield to be your house’s guest,
So much I hate a breaking cause to be
Of heavenly oaths, vowed with integrity.
You're mislabeling this: you should have called it vice, not virtue; because true virtue never makes men break their promises. Now on my honor as a virgin, as pure as an untouched lily, I declare, even if I had to suffer endless torments, I would not agree to be a guest at your house, because I hate so much being the reason for breaking sacred promises made in good faith.
You're calling that virtue when it's actually vice; virtue doesn't make men break their word. I swear on my virginity, on my pure honor as pure as a white lily, that no matter what torture you put me through, I won't come to your court, because I can't stand being the reason men break the sacred promises they made.
that's not virtue that's vice virtue keeps promises i'm pure as a lily i won't go i hate being the reason men break their word
O, you have lived in desolation here,
Unseen, unvisited, much to our shame.
Oh, you've been living alone here, without anyone visiting you, which is shameful for us.
You've been stuck out here all alone, with nobody visiting, and honestly that's embarrassing for us.
you're alone here no one's visited we should be ashamed
Not so, my lord. It is not so, I swear.
We have had pastimes here and pleasant game.
A mess of Russians left us but of late.
That's not true, my lord. I swear it's not. We've had entertainment and fun here. Some Russians just left us recently.
That's not right, my lord. I promise you. We've had plenty of entertainment and good times. We just had some Russians here until recently.
no it's not true we had fun russians just left
How, madam? Russians?
How, madam? Russians?
How, madam? Russians?
how, madam russians
Ay, in truth, my lord.
Trim gallants, full of courtship and of state.
Yes, truly, my lord. Attractive gentlemen, full of courtly behavior and formal ceremony.
Yeah, that's right. These fancy guys are all about being polite and proper.
yeah thats right fancy guys super formal n polite
Madam, speak true. It is not so, my lord.
My lady, to the manner of the days,
In courtesy gives undeserving praise.
We four indeed confronted were with four
In Russian habit. Here they stayed an hour
And talked apace; and in that hour, my lord,
They did not bless us with one happy word.
I dare not call them fools; but this I think,
When they are thirsty, fools would fain have drink.
My lady, listen carefully. In the manner of the day, being courteous, she gives praise that these men don't deserve. The four of us were indeed met by four men dressed in Russian clothing. Here they stayed for an hour and talked a lot; and in that hour, my lord, they did not bless us with even one kind word. I don't dare call them foolish; but this I think: when foolish people are thirsty, they'd want to have a drink.
Look, the princess is just being nice when she says good things about them. The truth is, four Russian-dressed guys showed up, hung around for an hour talking, and didn't say anything nice to us the whole time. I'm not saying they're stupid, but here's the thing: when dumb people need something, they at least know to ask for it.
princess is just being nice those guys talked for an hour didn't say ANYTHING nice they didnt even know to ask for water lol
This jest is dry to me. My gentle sweet,
Your wit makes wise things foolish. When we greet,
With eyes’ best seeing, heaven’s fiery eye,
By light we lose light. Your capacity
Is of that nature that to your huge store
Wise things seem foolish and rich things but poor.
This joke is stale for me now. My gentle, sweet one, your wit makes wise things look foolish. When we greet each other with eyes that see best, with heaven's bright eye, by seeing light we lose light. Your mind has such a nature that in your presence wise things seem foolish and rich things look poor.
This joke is getting old. You know what kills me? Your cleverness actually makes smart people look dumb. When you look at me, it's like looking into the sun—I can't see anything. Basically, you're so brilliant that around you, everything good seems bad.
this jokes getting old your smartness breaks my brain around you smart looks dumb rich looks poor
This proves you wise and rich, for in my eye—
This proves you are wise and rich, because in my eyes—
Well, that means you're definitely smart and rich, because to me—
so you ARE smart n rich then to me you are
I am a fool, and full of poverty.
I'm just a foolish person without anything of value to offer.
I'm just a fool who has nothing.
im a fool definitely broke
But that you take what doth to you belong,
It were a fault to snatch words from my tongue.
But because you're taking what belongs to you, it would be wrong for me to steal words from my tongue to give to you.
But since you're just claiming what's already yours, it'd be unfair for me to try to take credit for what I was about to say.
but u already claimed it id be cheating to take it from u
O, I am yours, and all that I possess.
Oh, I am yours, and everything I own is yours.
I'm completely yours, and you get everything I have.
im all yours everything i got is urs
All the fool mine?
So I'm getting the foolish one as well?
So the foolish guy is mine?
so i get the fool too?
I cannot give you less.
There's nothing less I could offer you.
That's the least I can do for you.
least i can give u
Which of the visors was it that you wore?
Which of the masks was the one you wore?
So which mask were you wearing the other night?
which mask were u wearing?
Where, when, what visor? Why demand you this?
Where, when, which mask? Why are you asking me this?
What? When? Which disguise? Why do you want to know?
where when what mask? why u asking?
There, then, that visor; that superfluous case
That hid the worse and showed the better face.
That one, the unnecessary mask that hid your worse self and showed your better face.
That mask right there—the one that covered up the bad version of you and let the good side show through.
that mask it hid the bad u showed the good u
We are descried. They’ll mock us now downright.
We are discovered. They'll make fun of us right now.
We've been caught. They're going to mock us for sure.
were busted they gonna laugh at us
Let us confess and turn it to a jest.
Let us admit what we did and turn it into a joke.
Let's just own up to it and make it funny.
lets just admit it make it a joke
Amazed, my lord? Why looks your Highness sad?
Are you amazed, my lord? Why does your face look so sad?
Are you shocked, my lord? Why do you look so upset?
shocked my lord? why the sad face?
Help! Hold his brows! He’ll swoon. Why look you pale?
Seasick, I think, coming from Muscovy.
Help! Hold his forehead! He'll faint. Why do you look pale? You're seasick, I think, from traveling from Moscow.
Help him! Hold him up! He's going to pass out. Why are you so pale? You must be sick from the sea voyage back from Russia.
hes gonna faint hold him up seasick from russia?
Thus pour the stars down plagues for perjury.
Can any face of brass hold longer out?
Here stand I, lady; dart thy skill at me.
Bruise me with scorn, confound me with a flout,
Thrust thy sharp wit quite through my ignorance,
Cut me to pieces with thy keen conceit,
And I will wish thee never more to dance,
Nor never more in Russian habit wait.
O, never will I trust to speeches penned,
Nor to the motion of a school-boy’s tongue,
Nor never come in visor to my friend,
Nor woo in rhyme like a blind harper’s song.
Taffeta phrases, silken terms precise,
Three-piled hyperboles, spruce affectation,
Figures pedantical: these summer flies
Have blown me full of maggot ostentation.
I do forswear them, and I here protest,
By this white glove—how white the hand, God knows!—
Henceforth my wooing mind shall be expressed
In russet yeas and honest kersey noes.
And, to begin: wench, so God help me, law,
My love to thee is sound, _sans_ crack or flaw.
This is what the stars send down to punish broken promises. Can any face as hard as brass hold out any longer? Here I stand, lady; throw your wit at me. Beat me with mockery, confuse me with an insult, shoot your sharp wit right through my ignorance, cut me to pieces with your clever jokes, and I will wish you never dance again, nor ever again wait on anyone in Russian clothes. I will never again trust in written speeches, nor in the words of a schoolboy, nor come disguised to my friend, nor try to win love speaking in rhyme like a blind musician. Fancy phrases, elegant and proper words, highly ornate exaggerations, neat and showy affectations, learned figures of speech: these summer flies have filled me full of showy bragging. I reject them, and I swear here before you, by this white glove—how white this hand is, God knows!—from now on my courting words will be expressed in plain, blunt yeses and honest, simple noes. And to begin: girl, so help me, my love for you is real, with no crack or flaw.
The stars are punishing me for breaking my promises. Can anyone keep pretending anymore? I'm standing right here, lady. Go ahead and attack me with your wit. Tear me apart with your sarcasm, make fun of me, use your intelligence to expose how dumb I am. I promise I'll never care about dancing again or wearing weird costumes for anyone. I'm done with fancy speeches and rhyming letters and hiding behind masks. No more of that stuff. I'm getting rid of all the flowery language, all the over-the-top compliments, all the showing off. These tricks of mine have gotten out of control. From now on—and I swear this on my honor—I'm only going to use plain, honest words to show my love. Simple yes or no. No fancy stuff. Girl, I mean it: my love for you is genuine and perfect.
stars are punishing me im done with fancy words im done with masks im done with rhyming plain yeses n honest noes my love is real
_Sans_ “_sans_,” I pray you.
No more French words, please.
Please stop using French.
no more french
Yet I have a trick
Of the old rage. Bear with me, I am sick;
I’ll leave it by degrees. Soft, let us see:
Write “Lord have mercy on us” on those three.
They are infected; in their hearts it lies;
They have the plague, and caught it of your eyes.
These lords are visited. You are not free,
For the Lord’s tokens on you do I see.
But I still have a bit of that old style. Bear with me, I'm having trouble. I'll stop it gradually. Let's see: write "God have mercy on us" on these three. They are infected; the disease is in their hearts. They have the plague, and they caught it from looking at your eyes. These men have been visited by the plague. You're not free either, because I can see the plague marks on you.
Yeah, I still have some of that fancy-talk bug in me. Give me a break, I'm struggling here. I'll get over it slowly. Here's the thing: you three are sick. The plague is in your hearts because you looked at their eyes. Everyone's infected. The women gave it to them with just a look, so the women are definitely sick too.
i still got the bug give me time three of u are sick caught plague from looking
No, they are free that gave these tokens to us.
No, the ones who are free are the ones who gave these tokens to us.
No, the ladies are free because they gave us these gifts.
theyre free they gave us the gifts
Our states are forfeit. Seek not to undo us.
Our situations are ruined. Don't try to undo us.
We're finished. Don't make this worse for us.
were done dont make it worse
It is not so. For how can this be true,
That you stand forfeit, being those that sue?
But that isn't true. How can this be true, that you're ruined when you're the ones asking for forgiveness?
That doesn't make sense. How can you guys be done for when you're the ones who are supposed to be asking us for something?
that doesnt make sense you guys are asking not the other way
Peace! for I will not have to do with you.
Quiet! I don't want to have anything to do with you.
Be quiet! I'm not talking to you about this.
shut up im done talking
Nor shall not, if I do as I intend.
And you won't, if I do what I plan to do.
And you won't have anything to do with me either, if I get what I want.
u wont not if i can help it
Speak for yourselves. My wit is at an end.
Speak for yourselves. I have nothing left to say.
You guys talk. I'm out of ideas.
im done nothings left to say
Teach us, sweet madam, for our rude transgression
Some fair excuse.
Teach us, sweet lady, what is a fair excuse for our rude betrayal.
My lady, teach us. What's a decent way to apologize for how rude we've been?
teach us how to say sorry for being so rude
The fairest is confession.
Were not you here but even now, disguised?
The best excuse is telling the truth. Weren't you here just now, dressed as Russians?
The best apology is honesty. You were just here dressed as Russians, weren't you?
just be honest u were here dressed as russians
Madam, I was.
Madam, I was.
Madam, I was.
madam, i was
And were you well advised?
And were you thinking clearly when you did this?
And did you know what you were doing?
did u know what u were doing?
I was, fair madam.
I was, beautiful lady.
Yes, I was thinking straight, my lady.
yeah i was
When you then were here,
What did you whisper in your lady’s ear?
So what sweet words did you speak into your lady's ear while you were disguised?
So what did you whisper to your lady when you had her alone?
what did u tell her in private?
That more than all the world I did respect her.
That I respected her more than anything else in the world.
That she meant more to me than anything.
shes worth everything to me
When she shall challenge this, you will reject her.
When she challenges you to keep that promise, you'll reject her.
But when she asks you to prove it, you'll turn her away.
but u wont follow thru
Upon mine honour, no.
On my honor, no.
I swear I won't.
i swear i wont
Peace, peace, forbear!
Your oath once broke, you force not to forswear.
Stop, stop, enough! You've already broken one oath, so it's easy for you to break another one.
Hold on, hold on. You already broke a promise once, so breaking another one is nothing to you.
u already broke one oath breaking another is easy now
Despise me when I break this oath of mine.
Turn away from me if I ever fail to keep this promise.
Then despise me if I ever break this promise.
hate me if i break this one
I will; and therefore keep it. Rosaline,
What did the Russian whisper in your ear?
I will do exactly that, and so you should keep your promise. Rosaline, what did the Russian whisper in your ear?
Then I will, so you better keep it. Rosaline, what did he say to you?
i will so u better keep it rosaline what did he say?
Madam, he swore that he did hold me dear
As precious eyesight, and did value me
Above this world; adding thereto, moreover,
That he would wed me, or else die my lover.
My lady, he swore that he held me dear as eyesight itself, and valued me above everything in the world; and he added to that, besides, that he would marry me, or else be my devoted lover forever.
He promised me I was as precious to him as his own eyes, that I was worth more than the whole world to him. And he said he'd marry me or die trying.
he said im as precious as his eyes im worth more than the world he'll marry me or die trying
God give thee joy of him! The noble lord
Most honourably doth uphold his word.
God give you joy with him! The noble lord is keeping his word with honor.
Well, I wish you happiness with him! He's showing real integrity.
congrats he kept his word good guy
What mean you, madam? By my life, my troth,
I never swore this lady such an oath.
What do you mean, my lady? By my life, by my oath, I never swore any such promise to this lady.
What are you saying? I swear, I never made any such promise to her.
i never said that i swear
By heaven, you did! And to confirm it plain,
You gave me this. But take it, sir, again.
By heaven, you did! And to make it absolutely clear, you gave me this. But take it back, sir, again.
You did too! And you gave me this to prove it. Here, take it back.
u did u gave me this here take it
My faith and this the Princess I did give.
I knew her by this jewel on her sleeve.
My oath and this jewel I gave to the Princess. I knew her by this jewel on her sleeve.
Look, I gave my vows and this gem to the Princess. That jewel on her sleeve is how I knew it was her.
i gave those to the princess i knew her by that jewel
Pardon me, sir, this jewel did she wear,
And Lord Berowne, I thank him, is my dear.
What, will you have me, or your pearl again?
Forgive me, sir, but she was wearing this jewel, and Lord Berowne, I thank him, is my dear. So, will you want me back, or are you taking your jewel again?
Excuse me, sir, but I was wearing that jewel, and I've chosen Berowne instead. So do you want me back, or are you just here for your jewel?
i wore that jewel im with berowne now u want me or just ur jewel?
Neither of either; I remit both twain.
I see the trick on’t. Here was a consent,
Knowing aforehand of our merriment,
To dash it like a Christmas comedy.
Some carry-tale, some please-man, some slight zany,
Some mumble-news, some trencher-knight, some Dick,
That smiles his cheek in years and knows the trick
To make my lady laugh when she’s disposed,
Told our intents before; which once disclosed,
The ladies did change favours, and then we,
Following the signs, wooed but the sign of she.
Now, to our perjury to add more terror,
We are again forsworn in will and error.
Much upon this ’tis. [_To Boyet_.] And might not you
Forestall our sport, to make us thus untrue?
Do not you know my lady’s foot by th’ squier,
And laugh upon the apple of her eye?
And stand between her back, sir, and the fire,
Holding a trencher, jesting merrily?
You put our page out. Go, you are allowed;
Die when you will, a smock shall be your shroud.
You leer upon me, do you? There’s an eye
Wounds like a leaden sword.
I don't want either one; I'm giving both back. I see what happened. There was an agreement, knowing ahead of time about our plan, to ruin it like a bad Christmas play. Some tattletale, some brown-noser, some silly fool, some gossip, some servant, some guy named Dick, who smiles while people laugh at him and knows how to make my lady laugh when she feels like it, told our plan before. And once that was revealed, the ladies switched who they favored, and then we, following the signs, courted only the signs of those ladies. Now, to add more problems to our broken oaths, we are broken oath-breakers again, in both will and mistake. That's the main point. And weren't you able to have warned us before we made these mistakes? Don't you know my lady's foot by measurement, and laugh right in her face? And stand between her back and the fire, holding a plate, joking around? You're blocking my page. Go on, you're allowed to do this. When you die, a woman's slip will be your grave cloth. You're giving me that look, are you? That stare wounds me like a lead sword.
I'm not taking either one back. I get it now—someone knew the whole plan and decided to trick us with it, like a stupid Christmas show. There's always that one guy who gossips and jokes to impress the women. He told everyone what we were planning. So the women switched around who they said they liked, we followed the clues, and basically we courted the wrong people. And now, on top of breaking our first promises, we've broken new ones. Thanks a lot. And Boyet, I bet it was you. You're always hanging around, making the ladies laugh, standing by the fire making jokes, getting in the way. You make me sick. When you die, your shroud will be some woman's nightgown. Stop looking at me like that. Your stare hurts like a lead weight.
not taking either back someone tipped them off switched who they liked we messed up again boyet u did this u gossip to impress them dont look at me
Full merrily
Hath this brave manage, this career, been run.
Very happily this bold tournament, this charge, has been run.
Well, this brave show has been quite a success.
well that went great
Lo, he is tilting straight! Peace! I have done.
Look, he's already fighting again! Peace! I've stopped talking.
He's already going at it again! Let me just be quiet.
hes at it again im done
O Lord, sir, they would know
Whether the three Worthies shall come in or no.
Oh Lord, sir, the actors want to know if the three great men are supposed to come out and perform or not.
Hey, they want to know if those famous historical guys are going to come out and do their thing or not.
so u want the three guys to perform?
What, are there but three?
Wait, there are only three?
Hold on, only three?
only three?
No, sir; but it is vara fine,
For every one pursents three.
No, sir, but it's very fine, because every person performs three.
No, but it's great because each person does three characters.
nope each guy does three
And three times thrice is nine.
When you multiply three by three, the result is nine.
Three groups of three add up to nine.
3 groups of 3 that makes 9
Not so, sir, under correction, sir, I hope it is not so.
You cannot beg us, sir, I can assure you, sir; we know what we know.
I hope, sir, three times thrice, sir—
I don't think so, sir, begging your pardon, sir. I hope it's not so. You can't fool us, sir, I can tell you that, sir; we know what we know. I hope, sir, three times three, sir—
No sir, with respect, I don't think so. You can't trick us, I know that much. We know what three times three is—
nope cant fool us we know what 3x3 is
Is not nine?
Is not nine?
Is not nine?
is not nine
Under correction, sir, we know whereuntil it doth amount.
Under correction, sir, we know what the answer is.
If you don't mind, sir, we know the answer.
we know the answer sir
By Jove, I always took three threes for nine.
By Jupiter, I always thought three threes make nine.
By God, I always thought three times three was nine.
ive always said 3x3 is 9
O Lord, sir, it were pity you should get your living by reckoning, sir.
Oh Lord, sir, it would be a shame if you had to earn your living doing math, sir.
Man, if you had to make money by doing arithmetic, you'd be in trouble.
good thing u dont do math for money
How much is it?
What is it then?
So what is it?
so whats the answer?
O Lord, sir, the parties themselves, the actors, sir, will show
whereuntil it doth amount. For mine own part, I am, as they say, but to
parfect one man in one poor man—Pompion the Great, sir.
Oh Lord, sir, the actors themselves will show what the answer is. For my part, I am, as they say, just meant to be one poor man in one role—Pompey the Great, sir.
Oh sir, the actors will show you themselves. As for me, I'm just playing one character: Pompey the Great.
the actors will show u im playing pompey
Art thou one of the Worthies?
Are you one of the great men?
So you're one of these famous historical figures?
ur one of the worthies?
It pleased them to think me worthy of Pompey the Great. For mine own
part, I know not the degree of the Worthy, but I am to stand for him.
They thought it was good to think of me as worthy of Pompey the Great. For my own part, I don't know how great Pompey was supposed to be, but I'm playing him.
They decided I should be Pompey the Great. Honestly, I don't know much about how great Pompey really was, but I'm playing him anyway.
they picked me to be pompey idk how great he was but im doing it
Go bid them prepare.
Go tell them to get ready.
Go tell them to get prepared.
tell em to get ready
We will turn it finely off, sir; we will take some care.
We'll do it well, sir; we'll make sure we're careful.
We'll do a great job, sir, don't worry.
well do it right dont worry
Berowne, they will shame us. Let them not approach.
Berowne, they will embarrass us. Don't let them come out.
Berowne, these guys are going to humiliate us. Stop them from performing.
dont let em perform theyll embarrass us
We are shame-proof, my lord, and ’tis some policy
To have one show worse than the King’s and his company.
We've already lost all dignity, my lord, and it's actually smart strategy to let someone else perform worse than you and your group.
Look, we're already humiliated, my lord, and honestly it makes us look better if these guys do an even worse job than we did.
we're already embarrassed let them bomb makes us look good
I say they shall not come.
I say they will not come out.
I'm saying they don't perform.
theyre not performing
Nay, my good lord, let me o’errule you now.
That sport best pleases that doth least know how,
Where zeal strives to content, and the contents
Die in the zeal of that which it presents;
Their form confounded makes most form in mirth,
When great things labouring perish in their birth.
No, my good lord, let me overrule you. The entertainment that pleases the most is the one where the people don't know what they're doing. When earnestness tries to please, and the performers ruin it through their earnestness, when their form is all confused, that creates the most fun. When something great fails while being attempted, that makes the best entertainment.
No, my lord, let me stop you there. The funniest performances are the ones where people have no idea what they're doing. When someone's trying really hard and messes it up anyway, that's hilarious. When someone's attempting something big and fails completely—that's the best entertainment.
best entertainment is when they have no idea their trying hard but messing up that makes it funny
A right description of our sport, my lord.
That's exactly what our performance is like, my lord.
That's basically what happened to us, my lord.
thats what we did
Anointed, I implore so much expense of thy royal sweet breath as will
utter a brace of words.
I humbly ask that you use a bit of your royal sweet breath to say a couple of words.
Your Majesty, could you spare a couple words for me?
can u say a few words sir?
Doth this man serve God?
Does this man serve God?
Is this guy even a normal person?
is this guy even human?
Why ask you?
Why ask you?
Why ask you?
why ask you
He speaks not like a man of God his making.
He doesn't talk like he was made by God.
The way he talks, you wouldn't think God made him.
doesnt sound like gods work
That is all one, my fair, sweet, honey monarch; for, I protest, the
schoolmaster is exceeding fantastical; too, too vain, too, too vain.
But we will put it, as they say, to _fortuna de la guerra_. I wish you
the peace of mind, most royal couplement!
That's all the same to me, my beautiful, sweet, royal lady; because, I protest, the schoolmaster is extremely affected and vain, too vain, too vain. But we will try it, as they say, as fortune goes in war. I wish you peace of mind, most royal couple!
Well, that's fine, my dear sweet Queen. The teacher is way too pretentious, too full of himself, just too much. But we'll give it a try anyway. I hope you have a peaceful mind, you royal pair!
its fine the teacher is too much well just do it hope u have peace
Here is like to be a good presence of Worthies. He presents Hector of
Troy; the swain, Pompey the Great; the parish curate, Alexander;
Armado’s page, Hercules; the pedant, Judas Maccabaeus.
_And if these four Worthies in their first show thrive,
These four will change habits and present the other five._
Here's going to be a good show of great men. He's playing Hector of Troy; the farm worker is Pompey the Great; the village priest is Alexander; Armado's servant is Hercules; the schoolteacher is Judas Maccabaeus. And if these four great men do well in their first performance, these same four will change clothes and perform the other five.
We're about to see a good performance of these famous historical figures. That guy is playing Hector from Troy; Costard is playing Pompey the Great; the local priest is Alexander; Armado's page is Hercules; the teacher is Judas Maccabaeus. And if all four do okay the first time, they'll switch costumes and do the other five famous men.
hectors that guy pompey is costard alexander is priest hercules is the page judas is teacher if they do good theyll do 5 more
There is five in the first show.
There are five people in the first show.
But that's five people showing up, not four.
thats five guys not four
You are deceived. ’Tis not so.
You're wrong. It's not so.
No, you're mistaken.
nope youre wrong
The pedant, the braggart, the hedge-priest, the fool, and the boy.
Abate throw at novum, and the whole world again
Cannot pick out five such, take each one in his vein.
The schoolteacher, the braggart, the country priest, the foolish one, and the boy. Except for that, there's no group of five like this in the whole world, each one unique in their own way.
The teacher, the big-talker, the country pastor, the dumb one, and the kid. You literally can't find five characters as different as these guys anywhere else.
teacher braggart priest fool boy no five like em anywhere
The ship is under sail, and here she comes amain.
The ship is sailing and here she comes at full speed.
Here she comes, sailing full speed ahead.
here she comes full speed
_I Pompey am_—
_I Pompey am_—
_I Pompey am_—
_i pompey am_—
You lie, you are not he.
You're lying, you're not him.
That's a lie, you're not him.
thats bs youre not
_I Pompey am_—
_I Pompey am_—
_I Pompey am_—
_i pompey am_—
With leopard’s head on knee.
With a leopard's head on its knee.
With a leopard's head on his lap.
with a big cat head
Well said, old mocker. I must needs be friends with thee.
Well spoken, you old joker. I have to be friends with you.
Good one, you old jokester. I actually like you.
good one old jokester i like u
_I Pompey am, Pompey surnamed the Big._
I am Pompey, nicknamed the Large.
I'm Pompey, called the Big.
i'm pompey they call me the big
The “Great”.
The “Great”.
The “Great”.
the “great”
It is “Great”, sir; _Pompey surnamed the Great,
That oft in field, with targe and shield, did make my foe to sweat.
And travelling along this coast, I here am come by chance,
And lay my arms before the legs of this sweet lass of France._
If your ladyship would say, “Thanks, Pompey”, I had done.
I am Pompey called the Great, who often on the battlefield, with shield and armor, made my enemies sweat. And traveling along this coast, I've come here by chance, and I lay down my weapons before the legs of this beautiful lady of France. If your ladyship would say, "Thank you, Pompey," I would be done.
I'm Pompey the Great, the guy who made his enemies sweat in battle with sword and shield. I traveled here by accident, and now I'm putting down my weapons before this beautiful lady from France. If you just say thank you, that's all I need.
im pompey the great beat enemies in battle im here for this beautiful lady just say thanks thats all i need
Great thanks, great Pompey.
Thank you greatly, great Pompey.
That's very kind of you, great Pompey.
thanks a lot pompey appreciate it
’Tis not so much worth; but I hope I was perfect. I made a little fault
in “Great”.
It's not worth much, but I hope I was good. I made a small mistake saying "Great."
That wasn't much work, but I think I did okay. I just kind of stumbled on the word "Great."
wasnt much but i tried stumbled on 'great' tho
My hat to a halfpenny, Pompey proves the best Worthy.
I'd bet my hat against a halfpenny that Pompey is the best of the Worthy heroes.
I'll bet anything Pompey's the best of these so-called great heroes.
pompey's def the best worthy
_When in the world I lived, I was the world’s commander;
By east, west, north, and south, I spread my conquering might.
My scutcheon plain declares that I am Alisander._
Back when I lived in the world, I was the world's commander; from east to west, north to south, I spread my power. My coat of arms clearly shows I am Alexander.
I used to run the whole world, man. I conquered everywhere—east, west, north, south. My shield proves I'm Alexander.
i conquered everything east west north south im alexander
Your nose says, no, you are not; for it stands to right.
Your nose says you're not Alexander, because it's straight.
Your nose proves you're not Alexander—it's too perfect.
ur nose says ur not alexander
Your nose smells “no” in this, most tender-smelling knight.
Your nose indicates no to this claim, most sensitive-nosed knight.
Your nose is way too delicate to be Alexander's, warrior.
ur nose is too dainty
The conqueror is dismayed. Proceed, good Alexander.
The conqueror is upset. Go on, good Alexander.
The great conqueror looks flustered. Keep going, Alexander.
alexander's scared keep going
_When in the world I lived, I was the world’s commander_—
During my time on earth, I had absolute dominion—
Back in the day, I controlled absolutely everything—
i dominated the whole world
Most true; ’tis right. You were so, Alisander.
That's absolutely right. You were indeed, Alexander.
Yeah, that's accurate. You really were, Alexander.
u were tho alexander
Pompey the Great—
Pompey the Great—
Pompey the Great—
pompey the great—
Your servant, and Costard.
Your humble servant, and also Costard.
I'm your servant—Costard.
servant + costard
Take away the conqueror, take away Alisander.
Remove the conqueror, remove Alexander.
Get rid of him, take Alexander off stage.
get rid of alexander
[_To Sir Nathaniel_.] O sir, you have overthrown Alisander the
Conqueror. You will be scraped out of the painted cloth for this. Your
lion, that holds his pole-axe sitting on a close-stool, will be given
to Ajax. He will be the ninth Worthy. A conqueror, and afeard to speak?
Run away for shame, Alisander. [_Nathaniel retires_.] There, an’t shall
please you, a foolish mild man; an honest man, look you, and soon
dashed. He is a marvellous good neighbour, faith, and a very good
bowler; but for Alisander, alas you see how ’tis—a little o’erparted.
But there are Worthies a-coming will speak their mind in some other
sort.
To Sir Nathaniel: Oh sir, you've completely defeated Alexander the Conqueror. You'll be scraped out of the painted cloth for this. Your lion that holds his battle-axe sitting on a toilet will be given to Ajax. He will be the ninth Worthy. A conqueror, and afraid to speak? Run away for shame, Alexander. There, if you please, a foolish mild man; an honest man, look you, and easily defeated. He is a marvelous good neighbor, truly, and a very good bowler; but for Alexander, alas you see how it is—he's been cast in a role too big for him. But there are more performers coming who will speak their minds in some other way.
To Sir Nathaniel: Oh sir, you've totally destroyed Alexander the Conqueror. You'll be scraped off the tapestry because of this. Your statue with the battle-axe sitting on a toilet will go to Ajax instead. He'll become the ninth of the great warriors. A conqueror, and scared to speak? Get out of here in shame, Alexander. There's your man—a harmless fool, an honest fellow, mind you, but easily knocked down. He's a wonderful neighbor, actually, and he bowls really well; but as Alexander, well, you can see—he wasn't suited for that part. But the other performers are coming, and they'll do a better job.
u destroyed alexander u're getting scraped off the tapestry u were too weak for the part run away in shame but the real actors r coming
Stand aside, good Pompey.
Step aside, good Pompey.
Move over, Pompey.
get out of the way pompey
_Great Hercules is presented by this imp,
Whose club killed Cerberus, that three-headed_ canus,
_And when he was a babe, a child, a shrimp,
Thus did he strangle serpents in his_ manus.
Quoniam _he seemeth in minority_,
Ergo _I come with this apology._
Keep some state in thy exit, and vanish.
I present great Hercules through this young boy. His club killed Cerberus, that three-headed dog. Even as a baby, a child, a tiny creature, He strangled snakes in his bare hands. Since he seems to be in his youth, Therefore I offer this apology. Leave with dignity and vanish.
Here's great Hercules, played by this little kid. His club took down Cerberus, the three-headed dog. When he was tiny, he'd already strangle snakes with his hands. Since he's clearly just a youth, I apologize for all this. Now exit with style.
here's hercules as a kid killed the 3-headed dog strangled snakes as a baby sorry he's young exit with swag
A Judas!
A Judas!
You're a traitor!
traitor
Not Iscariot, sir.
_Judas I am, ycleped Maccabaeus._
Not Iscariot, sir. I am Judas, called Maccabaeus.
Not that Judas—I'm the other one. Judas Maccabaeus.
not that judas im judas maccabaeus
Judas Maccabaeus clipped is plain Judas.
Judas Maccabaeus shortened is just plain Judas.
Judas Maccabaeus cut short is just Judas.
judas maccabaeus = judas lol
A kissing traitor. How art thou proved Judas?
A betraying kisser. How do you prove you're Judas?
A traitor who kisses people. How does that make you Judas?
ur the kissing traitor prove ur judas
_Judas I am_—
_Judas I am_—
_Judas I am_—
_judas i am_—
The more shame for you, Judas.
Even more shameful for you, Judas.
That's even worse for you, Judas.
thats worse judas
What mean you, sir?
What is your intention, sir?
What are you getting at?
what u trying to say
To make Judas hang himself.
To push Judas into taking his own life by rope.
To get Judas to kill himself.
force judas 2 off himself
Begin, sir; you are my elder.
Begin, sir; you're older than me.
Go ahead, sir; you've got seniority.
ur older go first
Well followed. Judas was hanged on an elder.
Well done. Judas was hanged on an elder tree.
Nice one. Judas hanged himself from an elder tree.
judas hanged himself on an elder tree lmao
I will not be put out of countenance.
I will not be embarrassed or lose my composure.
I won't let you embarrass me.
ur not embarrassing me
Because thou hast no face.
Because you have no face.
Because you don't have a face.
bc u have no face
What is this?
What is this?
What is this?
what is this
A cittern-head.
A guitar-shaped head.
Your head looks like a guitar.
guitar head
The head of a bodkin.
The head of a needle or small dagger.
Like the point of a needle.
needle head
A death’s face in a ring.
A skull's face on a ring.
Like a death's head on a ring.
death head on a ring
The face of an old Roman coin, scarce seen.
The face on an old Roman coin, barely visible.
Like a worn Roman coin nobody's seen in ages.
old roman coin face
The pommel of Caesar’s falchion.
The handle of Caesar's sword.
Like Caesar's sword handle.
caesar's sword handle
The carved-bone face on a flask.
The carved ivory face on a bottle.
Like an ivory skull carved on a drinking flask.
skull carved on flask
Saint George’s half-cheek in a brooch.
Saint George's profile in a brooch.
Saint George's face in profile on a brooch.
st george profile on pin
Ay, and in a brooch of lead.
Yes, and in a lead brooch.
And it's made of cheap lead.
and its lead lol
Ay, and worn in the cap of a tooth-drawer.
And now forward, for we have put thee in countenance.
Yes, and worn in the hat of a tooth-puller. And now move on, because we've fixed your reputation.
And it's something a dentist would wear in his cap. Now keep going—we've given you a face.
dentist wears it in his hat u got ur dignity back
You have put me out of countenance.
You've embarrassed me and made me lose my composure.
You've totally embarrassed me.
u embarrassed me
False. We have given thee faces.
Wrong. We've given you faces.
Not true. We gave you plenty of faces.
wrong we gave u faces
But you have outfaced them all.
But you've confronted and overcome them all.
But you've faced them all down.
u faced em all tho
An thou wert a lion, we would do so.
If you were a lion, we would do the same.
If you were actually dangerous, we'd do it too.
if u were a lion we would
Therefore, as he is an ass, let him go.
And so adieu, sweet Jude. Nay, why dost thou stay?
So because he's a jackass, let him leave. Goodbye then, sweet Judas. But wait, why are you staying?
So since he's a jackass, let him leave. Goodbye, sweet Jude. But seriously, why are you still here?
he's an ass let him go bye jude why u still here
For the latter end of his name.
Because of the ending of his name.
Because of what comes at the end of his name.
bc of the end of his name
For the ass to the Jude? Give it him. Jud-as, away!
So the jackass at the end of Jude? Give it to him. Jud-ass, get out!
So we're giving the ass part to the Jude? Jud-ass, scram!
jud-ass get out lol
This is not generous, not gentle, not humble.
This is not generous, not kind, not humble.
This isn't generous or kind or decent.
not nice not kind not humble
A light for Monsieur Judas! It grows dark; he may stumble.
Someone get Judas a lamp! It's getting dark and he might trip.
Someone get Judas a lamp! It's getting dark and he'll fall.
judas needs a light its dark
Alas, poor Maccabaeus, how hath he been baited!
Oh, poor Maccabaeus, how he's been attacked and mocked!
Poor Maccabaeus, he's really been torn apart.
poor maccabaeus got destroyed
Hide thy head, Achilles. Here comes Hector in arms.
Hide your head, Achilles. Here comes Hector, armed.
Better hide, Achilles. Hector's coming with weapons.
achilles hide hector's coming
Though my mocks come home by me, I will now be merry.
Even though my jokes will come back to me, I'll now be cheerful anyway.
Even though the jokes will come back to bite me, I'm going to laugh.
jokes r coming back but im laughing anyway
Hector was but a Trojan in respect of this.
Hector was merely a Trojan compared to this person.
Hector was just an ordinary Trojan next to this guy.
hector was just a regular trojan next to this
But is this Hector?
Can this actually be Hector, though?
But seriously, is that supposed to be Hector?
that's hector?
I think Hector was not so clean-timbered.
I think Hector wasn't built with such clean lines.
I don't think Hector was put together so neatly.
hector wasn't so clean
His leg is too big for Hector’s.
His leg is too big to be Hector's.
This guy's got legs that are way too big.
his legs r 2 big
More calf, certain.
More calf, certain.
More calf, certain.
more calf, certain
No, he is best endued in the small.
No, he's best equipped in small things.
No, he's got the small details just right.
he's small tho
This cannot be Hector.
This person is definitely not Hector.
This guy is absolutely not Hector.
not hector
He’s a god or a painter, for he makes faces.
He's either a god or an artist, because he keeps changing his expression.
He's either divine or an artist—look at all those faces.
he's a god or a painter lol
_The armipotent Mars, of lances the almighty,
Gave Hector a gift_—
The all-powerful Mars, mighty lord of spears, Gave Hector a gift—
Great Mars, the lord of war and weapons, Gave Hector a present—
mars god of war gave hector a gift
A gilt nutmeg.
A gilt nutmeg.
A gilt nutmeg.
a gilt nutmeg
A lemon.
A lemon.
A lemon.
a lemon
Stuck with cloves.
Stuck with cloves.
Stuck with cloves.
stuck with cloves
No, cloven.
No, cloven.
No, cloven.
no, cloven
Peace!
_The armipotent Mars, of lances the almighty,
Gave Hector a gift, the heir of Ilion;
A man so breathed that certain he would fight, yea,
From morn till night, out of his pavilion.
I am that flower_—
Hold on! The mighty Mars, supreme master of spears, Gave Hector a gift, heir of Ilion; A man so well-trained that certainly he would fight, Yes, from morning until night, away from his tent. I am that splendid flower—
Wait! Mars, the powerful god of weapons and war, Gave Hector a present, heir of Troy; A warrior so disciplined he'd fight all day, From dawn till dusk, straight out of his camp. I'm that magnificent one—
hold up! mars gave hector a gift he'd fight all day long im that guy
That mint.
That mint.
That mint.
that mint
That columbine.
That columbine.
That columbine.
that columbine
Sweet Lord Longaville, rein thy tongue.
Sweet Lord Longaville, control your tongue.
Dear Lord Longaville, keep your mouth shut.
longaville shut up
I must rather give it the rein, for it runs against Hector.
I must actually let it loose, for it hurries against Hector.
I have to let it run wild—it won't stay quiet about Hector.
gotta let it loose it hates hector
Ay, and Hector’s a greyhound.
Yes, and Hector's a racing dog.
Right, so Hector's basically a greyhound.
hector's a greyhound lmao
The sweet war-man is dead and rotten. Sweet chucks, beat not the bones
of the buried. When he breathed, he was a man. But I will forward with
my device. [_To the Princess_.] Sweet royalty, bestow on me the sense
of hearing.
That poor warrior is dead and decomposing. My dear friends, don't strike the bones of the buried. When he lived, he was a man. But I'll go forward with my plan. To the Princess: Sweet majesty, grant me your full attention.
That unfortunate warrior is dead and rotting now. Friends, don't hit the bones of those we've buried. He was a real man when he was alive. But I'm going to keep going with what I planned. Princess, I ask you—please listen to me.
warrior's dead & rotten don't hit dead bodies he was human listen to me princess
Speak, brave Hector; we are much delighted.
Speak on, brave Hector; we're quite pleased.
Go ahead, brave Hector—we're really enjoying this.
speak hector we love it
I do adore thy sweet Grace’s slipper.
I absolutely adore your Majesty's lovely slipper.
Your Majesty, I worship your beautiful slipper.
i love ur slipper ur grace
Loves her by the foot.
He's infatuated by her feet.
He's into her feet, apparently.
foot fetish lol
He may not by the yard.
He couldn't do it if measuring by the full length.
He definitely can't measure up to the full extent.
he can't measure up
_This Hector far surmounted Hannibal.
The party is gone_—
This Hector far surpassed Hannibal. The woman is gone—
This Hector far outshone Hannibal. The lady has gone—
this hector beat hannibal the lady's gone—
Fellow Hector, she is gone; she is two months on her way.
Companion Hector, she has departed; she's been traveling for two months.
Hector, buddy, she's gone. She's been away for two months.
hector she's been gone 2 months
What meanest thou?
What are you trying to say?
What are you getting at?
what u saying
Faith, unless you play the honest Trojan, the poor wench is cast away.
She’s quick; the child brags in her belly already. ’Tis yours.
Honestly, unless you behave like an honorable Trojan, the poor girl is ruined. She's pregnant; the baby shows already. It's yours.
Listen, unless you act like a real Trojan, that poor girl is done for. She's pregnant—the baby's already showing. It's your kid.
be a real trojan or she's ruined she's pregnant its ur baby
Dost thou infamonize me among potentates? Thou shalt die.
Are you attempting to disgrace me in front of important rulers? You shall die.
Are you trying to shame me in front of all these powerful people? You're dead.
u shaming me u r dead
Then shall Hector be whipped for Jaquenetta that is quick by him, and
hanged for Pompey that is dead by him.
Then Hector will be whipped because Jaquenetta, who is pregnant by him, and hanged because Pompey, who is dead because of him.
So Hector gets whipped for getting Jaquenetta pregnant and hanged for killing Pompey.
hector gets whipped for jaquenetta and hanged for pompey
Most rare Pompey!
Most rare Pompey!
Most rare Pompey!
most rare pompey
Renowned Pompey!
Renowned Pompey!
Renowned Pompey!
renowned pompey
Greater than “Great”! Great, great, great Pompey! Pompey the Huge!
Greater than "Great" itself! Great, great, great Pompey! Pompey the Massive!
More than great! Great, great, great Pompey! Pompey the Giant!
pompey the huge lmao
Hector trembles.
Hector trembles.
Hector trembles.
hector trembles
Pompey is moved. More Ates, more Ates! Stir them on, stir them on!
Pompey is emotionally stirred. More goddesses of ruin! More chaos! Incite them, incite them!
Pompey's getting fired up! Come on, trouble, more trouble! Get them going!
pompey's mad stir em up stir em up
Hector will challenge him.
Hector's about to issue a demand for combat.
Hector's going to throw down the gauntlet.
hector wants a fight
Ay, if he have no more man’s blood in his belly than will sup a flea.
Yes, if he has no more courage in his body than would satisfy a flea.
Yeah, if he's got as much guts as a flea.
if he's got flea guts lol
By the north pole, I do challenge thee.
By the north pole, I challenge you.
I'm calling you out—by the north pole!
i challenge u by north pole
I will not fight with a pole, like a northern man. I’ll slash, I’ll do
it by the sword. I bepray you, let me borrow my arms again.
I won't fight with a pole like a northerner. I'll use my sword. I beg you, let me borrow my weapons back.
I'm not fighting with some pole like a northern guy. I want to use my sword. Please give me my weapons back.
no pole fighting i want my sword back please
Room for the incensed Worthies!
Make way for the angry heroes!
Clear the way for the furious Worthies!
move for the angry heroes
I’ll do it in my shirt.
I'll face him wearing just my shirt.
I'm ready to strip down and fight in my shirt alone.
fight in my shirt
Most resolute Pompey!
Most resolute Pompey!
Most resolute Pompey!
most resolute pompey
Master, let me take you a buttonhole lower. Do you not see Pompey is
uncasing for the combat? What mean you? You will lose your reputation.
Master, let me take you down a button or two. Don't you see Pompey is undressing for the fight? What are you doing? You'll ruin your reputation.
Sir, let me help you undress properly. Pompey's stripping for battle—what's wrong with you? You're going to look bad.
master undress properly pompey's getting ready u gonna lose face
Gentlemen and soldiers, pardon me. I will not combat in my shirt.
Gentlemen and soldiers, forgive me. I will not fight in my shirt.
Everyone, I'm sorry. I'm not fighting in my shirt.
sorry i won't fight in my shirt
You may not deny it. Pompey hath made the challenge.
You can't refuse. Pompey has made the challenge.
You can't say no. Pompey threw down the gauntlet.
u can't refuse pompey challenged u
Sweet bloods, I both may and will.
My dear friends, I both can and I will refuse.
Dear friends, I can and I will refuse.
friends i can and i will
What reason have you for ’t?
What reason do you have for that?
Why would you do that?
why tho
The naked truth of it is, I have no shirt. I go woolward for penance.
The simple truth is, I have no shirt. I wear wool directly on my skin for penance.
Honestly, I don't have a shirt. I'm wearing wool for penance.
i have no shirt i wear wool 4 penance
True, and it was enjoined him in Rome for want of linen; since when,
I’ll be sworn, he wore none but a dishclout of Jaquenetta’s, and that
he wears next his heart for a favour.
That's true, and it was imposed on him in Rome because he had no linen; and I swear, since then he's worn nothing but a dishcloth belonging to Jaquenetta, which he wears next to his heart like a keepsake.
That's right—in Rome he was ordered to do that because he had no linen. And since then, I swear, he's only worn Jaquenetta's dish rag, which he keeps next to his heart like some kind of romantic token.
he got ordered 2 do it in rome only wore jaquenetta's dishrag next to his heart lmao
Welcome, Marcadé,
But that thou interruptest our merriment.
MARCADÉ.
I am sorry, madam, for the news I bring
Is heavy in my tongue. The King your father—
Welcome, Marcadé, though I wish it weren't for interrupting our celebration. I'm sorry, madam, because the news I bring is heavy to speak. The King, your father—
Welcome, Marcadé, though this interrupts our fun. I wish I didn't have to tell you this, but the news I'm bringing is hard to say. Your father, the King—
welcome marcadé but this news is heavy. the king your father—
Dead, for my life!
MARCADÉ.
Even so. My tale is told.
Dead? For my life! Yes. Well, my story is told.
Dead? Seriously? Yes. That's basically the whole story right there.
dead?? yes. that's it.
Worthies away! The scene begins to cloud.
Worthy performers, leave the stage! The mood is shifting to darkness.
Okay entertainers, get off stage. Everything just got really serious.
entertainers out. scene's getting dark.
For mine own part, I breathe free breath. I have seen the day of wrong
through the little hole of discretion, and I will right myself like a
soldier.
As for myself, I can breathe easier now. I've seen trouble through discretion's small window, and I will defend myself like a soldier.
You know what? I feel relieved. I've kept my eyes open to all the drama, and I'm going to stand up for myself like a real soldier.
i can breathe. saw trouble coming. will fight back.
How fares your Majesty?
How are you, your Majesty?
How are you holding up, your Majesty?
how you doin?
Boyet, prepare. I will away tonight.
Boyet, prepare. I'm leaving tonight.
Boyet, get things ready. I'm leaving tonight.
boyet prep it. leaving tonight.
Madam, not so. I do beseech you stay.
Madam, I beg you to stay.
Madam, please stay. I'm asking you.
stay pls
Prepare, I say. I thank you, gracious lords,
For all your fair endeavours, and entreat,
Out of a new-sad soul, that you vouchsafe
In your rich wisdom to excuse or hide
The liberal opposition of our spirits,
If over-boldly we have borne ourselves
In the converse of breath; your gentleness
Was guilty of it. Farewell, worthy lord!
A heavy heart bears not a nimble tongue.
Excuse me so, coming too short of thanks
For my great suit so easily obtained.
Prepare, I say. I thank you, gracious lords, for all your genuine efforts, and I ask that out of a newly grieving heart, you would be kind enough in your wisdom to excuse or overlook the frank openness of our manner. If we've spoken too boldly, your graciousness was at fault. Goodbye, worthy lord! A heavy heart doesn't move quickly with words. Forgive me for falling short in thanks for a great favor so easily won.
Get ready, I'm serious. I do thank you, really good lords, for all your honest attempts, and I need to ask you to forgive us—or just look the other way—because of my fresh grief. We've been pretty outspoken, and if we went too far, it's because you were too kind. Goodbye, respected lord! When you're heartbroken, the words don't come easily. Sorry I can't thank you enough for how readily you gave me what I wanted.
get ready. i'm grieving. we were bold. sorry i can't say thanks right.
The extreme parts of time extremely forms
All causes to the purpose of his speed,
And often at his very loose decides
That which long process could not arbitrate.
And though the mourning brow of progeny
Forbid the smiling courtesy of love
The holy suit which fain it would convince,
Yet, since love’s argument was first on foot,
Let not the cloud of sorrow jostle it
From what it purposed; since to wail friends lost
Is not by much so wholesome-profitable
As to rejoice at friends but newly found.
Time's ending moments shape everything to match the urgency of their movement, and often at the very last moment decides what long deliberation couldn't settle. And though the mourning look of inherited sadness forbids the smiling courtesy of love—the sacred petition it would willingly achieve—still, since love's case was first put forward, don't let sorrow's cloud knock it aside from its intended purpose. Since remembering lost friends brings grief, it's not nearly as healthy and useful as celebrating newly found friends.
The end of time shapes everything around its own speed, and often at the very last second decides what months of talking never could. Even though your mourning face stops you from showing love's friendly warmth—the holy request it would otherwise make—still, love was already on the table when your father died, so don't let grief push it away. Missing dead friends just makes you sad, but celebrating new friends actually makes you feel better.
time's end decides quick. grief blocks love. but focus on new friends instead.
I understand you not. My griefs are double.
I don't understand what you're saying. My sorrows are double.
I don't get what you're saying. Everything hurts twice as much.
don't get it. everything's twice as bad.
Honest plain words best pierce the ear of grief;
And by these badges understand the King.
For your fair sakes have we neglected time,
Played foul play with our oaths. Your beauty, ladies,
Hath much deformed us, fashioning our humours
Even to the opposed end of our intents;
And what in us hath seemed ridiculous—
As love is full of unbefitting strains,
All wanton as a child, skipping and vain,
Formed by the eye and therefore, like the eye,
Full of strange shapes, of habits and of forms,
Varying in subjects as the eye doth roll
To every varied object in his glance;
Which parti-coated presence of loose love
Put on by us, if, in your heavenly eyes,
Have misbecomed our oaths and gravities,
Those heavenly eyes that look into these faults
Suggested us to make. Therefore, ladies,
Our love being yours, the error that love makes
Is likewise yours. We to ourselves prove false
By being once false for ever to be true
To those that make us both—fair ladies, you.
And even that falsehood, in itself a sin,
Thus purifies itself and turns to grace.
Simple honest words pierce grief's ear best. Now understand the King by these signs: For your beauty's sake, we neglected our vows and played loose with our oaths. Your beauty, ladies, has warped us, bending our desires toward ends opposite to what we promised. And what seemed ridiculous in us—since love is full of inappropriate impulses, as wild as a child, skipping and vain, shaped by the eye and so like the eye itself, full of strange shapes, habits and forms, changing in what it sees as the eye rolls to every different thing it looks at. That discolored appearance of loose love that we wore, if in your heavenly eyes it has seemed wrong and ruined our promises and dignity, those heavenly eyes that caused us to make the very mistakes you saw in us—therefore, ladies, our love is yours, and love's error is also yours. We prove ourselves false only by being false once to be true forever to you who make us both—fair ladies, you. And even that falsehood, which is a sin in itself, becomes pure and turns to grace.
Straight talk cuts through sadness better than anything. Listen, here's what the King's trying to say: We totally messed up because of how beautiful you are. Your beauty screwed with our heads and twisted our intentions completely backwards. What looked ridiculous in us—love makes you act crazy, like a child, all over the place and vain, controlled by what you see, and the eye is always chasing something different, full of weird shapes and habits and forms. That pathetic display of loose love we put on—if it disappointed you and made our vows look bad, well, you created that in us with those beautiful eyes of yours. So ladies, since you caused our love in the first place, our mistakes are your mistakes. We only betrayed ourselves to be true to you ladies forever. And honestly, that betrayal, even though it's wrong, somehow becomes pure and transforms into something good.
real words hit grief. you made us love you. we broke vows for you. that wrong became right.
We have received your letters, full of love;
Your favours, the ambassadors of love;
And in our maiden council rated them
At courtship, pleasant jest, and courtesy,
As bombast and as lining to the time.
But more devout than this in our respects
Have we not been; and therefore met your loves
In their own fashion, like a merriment.
We've received your letters full of love and your gifts, love's messengers, and we discussed them in our private council and judged them as courtship, pleasant joking, and politeness—padding and filler for the time. But we've been less devoted in our consideration, and so we met your affections in their own way, like entertainment.
We got your love letters and your gifts that showed your feelings, and honestly we talked about them privately and figured they were just courting behavior, funny remarks, and polite attention—extra stuff you throw in. We didn't take it too seriously, so we just responded to your feelings in kind, like it was all just for fun.
got ur letters and gifts. thought it was just games. so we played along.
Our letters, madam, showed much more than jest.
Madam, our letters showed much more than joking.
Madam, our letters were serious, not jokes.
our letters were real.
So did our looks.
Our looks showed it too.
And you could see it in how we looked at you.
eyes don't lie.
We did not quote them so.
We didn't read them that way.
We didn't interpret them like that.
we read it different.
Now, at the latest minute of the hour,
Grant us your loves.
Now, at the very last moment, grant us your love.
Right now, at the last possible second, give us a chance.
give us a chance rn
A time, methinks, too short
To make a world-without-end bargain in.
No, no, my lord, your Grace is perjured much,
Full of dear guiltiness; and therefore this:
If for my love—as there is no such cause—
You will do aught, this shall you do for me:
Your oath I will not trust, but go with speed
To some forlorn and naked hermitage,
Remote from all the pleasures of the world,
There stay until the twelve celestial signs
Have brought about the annual reckoning.
If this austere insociable life
Change not your offer made in heat of blood;
If frosts and fasts, hard lodging and thin weeds,
Nip not the gaudy blossoms of your love,
But that it bear this trial, and last love;
Then, at the expiration of the year,
Come challenge me, challenge me by these deserts,
And, by this virgin palm now kissing thine,
I will be thine. And, till that instance, shut
My woeful self up in a mournful house,
Raining the tears of lamentation
For the remembrance of my father’s death.
If this thou do deny, let our hands part,
Neither entitled in the other’s heart.
That seems too short a time to make a forever bargain. No, no, my lord, you've broken your vows seriously and are very guilty. So here's what I demand: If you want to prove your love for me—and there's no real reason I should believe you—you must do this for me: I won't trust your promise; instead, go quickly to some lonely, bare monastery, far from all the pleasures of the world, and stay until the twelve zodiac signs have completed a full year. If this strict, lonely life doesn't change the love you spoke in your hot passion, if cold and hunger, hard sleeping and thin clothes don't destroy your love's showy bloom, but it survives this test and remains constant, then when the year ends, come find me again, show me you've lasted through these hardships, and by this pure hand I'm now putting in yours, I will be yours. Until then, I'll shut myself away in a sad house, crying endless tears for my father's memory. If you refuse this, let's part hands, and neither of us will have a place in the other's heart.
That's not enough time to make a lifelong commitment. No way, my lord—you've seriously broken your promises and you're very guilty. Here's my condition: If you want to prove your love for me—which I don't see why I should believe anyway—you're going to have to do this: I won't believe your word. Instead, you're going to go to some isolated, bare monastery, away from all pleasures, and stay until an entire year passes. If your love can survive that harsh life with fasting and hard beds and rough clothes, if it doesn't fade under those conditions and actually lasts, then when the year is up, come back and ask me again, and prove it by these trials you've gone through. And on my word, I'll marry you. Till then, I'm locking myself in a sorrowful house, crying every day for my dead father. If you won't do it, we're done—no more claims on each other's hearts.
year-long test. monk's life no luxuries. if you last i'll marry u. if not we're done.
If this, or more than this, I would deny,
To flatter up these powers of mine with rest,
The sudden hand of death close up mine eye!
Hence hermit, then. My heart is in thy breast.
If I would refuse this or anything harder, let sudden death close my eyes before I rest and become comfortable! So off to become a monk then. My heart is in your care.
If I'd say no to this or anything else you asked, I hope I drop dead right now! So I'm going to the monastery. My heart is completely yours.
i'd die if i said no. going to monastery. my heart is urs.
And what to me, my love? But what to me?
A wife?
And what about me, my love? What about me? A wife?
But what about me, my love? What do I get? A wife?
what bout me? i get a wife?
A beard, fair health, and honesty;
With threefold love I wish you all these three.
A beard, good health, and honesty. With triple love I wish you all three of these.
Maturity, good health, and an honest heart. And I hope you get all three with my best wishes.
a beard, health & honesty. that's what i want for u.
O, shall I say, “I thank you, gentle wife”?
Can I say, "I thank you, dear wife"?
Should I just say, "Thanks for that, sweetheart"?
can i say thx dear?
No so, my lord. A twelvemonth and a day
I’ll mark no words that smooth-faced wooers say.
Come when the King doth to my lady come;
Then, if I have much love, I’ll give you some.
Not that, my lord. For a year and a day I won't believe any words that smooth-talking suitors say. Come back when the King returns to my lady; then, if I love you greatly, I'll give you some love.
Not yet, my lord. I'm not listening to any romantic words from you for a year and a day. Come back when the King comes to marry my lady. Then if I really love you, I'll give you some love back.
not now. wait a year. maybe then.
I’ll serve thee true and faithfully till then.
I'll serve you faithfully until that day.
I'll stay true and faithful until then.
i'll wait faithful.
Yet swear not, lest ye be forsworn again.
But don't swear an oath, or you'll break another one.
But don't make any more promises or you'll just break another one.
don't swear or you'll break it.
What says Maria?
What says Maria?
What says Maria?
what says maria
At the twelvemonth’s end
I’ll change my black gown for a faithful friend.
At the year's end I'll trade my black mourning gown for you, a faithful partner.
When the year is up, I'll stop wearing black and take you as a real partner.
end of year. i'll stop mourning and take u.
I’ll stay with patience, but the time is long.
I'll wait patiently, though the wait is long.
I can wait, but it's going to feel like forever.
i'll wait. it's gonna feel long.
The liker you; few taller are so young.
All the better for you—few are as tall and still so young.
Good for you—most tall guys aren't as young as you are.
lucky u're tall & young.
Studies my lady? Mistress, look on me.
Behold the window of my heart, mine eye,
What humble suit attends thy answer there.
Impose some service on me for thy love.
You study, my lady? Miss, look at me. See the window of my heart, my eye—what humble request waits for your answer there. Assign me some service to perform to win your love.
You're studying? Look at me, lady. Look in my eyes—you can see how badly I want your love. Give me something to do to earn it.
look at me. my eyes show i need u. give me a task.
Oft have I heard of you, my Lord Berowne,
Before I saw you; and the world’s large tongue
Proclaims you for a man replete with mocks,
Full of comparisons and wounding flouts,
Which you on all estates will execute
That lie within the mercy of your wit.
To weed this wormwood from your fruitful brain,
And therewithal to win me, if you please,
Without the which I am not to be won,
You shall this twelvemonth term from day to day
Visit the speechless sick, and still converse
With groaning wretches; and your task shall be,
With all the fierce endeavour of your wit
To enforce the pained impotent to smile.
I've often heard about you before I ever saw you, Lord Berowne, and the world's widespread reputation calls you a man full of mockery, overflowing with insults and wounding jokes that you throw at everyone, sparing nobody within reach of your wit. To remove this bitterness from your clever mind and win me—if that's what you want—without which I won't be won—you'll spend the next year going every day to visit patients who can't speak, staying in the company of groaning sufferers, and your job will be to use all the power of your wit to make these suffering, helpless patients smile.
I've heard all about you before we met, Berowne, and everyone says you're just a mocker and a mean wit who insults everybody with no limits. So if you want to win me—and you can't win me any other way—spend the whole next year visiting people who can't talk, sitting with people who are suffering and miserable, and your whole job is to use that clever brain of yours to make them smile.
everyone knows you're mean & mocking. to get me: spend a year with sick ppl. make them smile.
To move wild laughter in the throat of death?
It cannot be, it is impossible.
Mirth cannot move a soul in agony.
To make wild laughter in the throat of death? It cannot be, it is impossible. Happiness cannot touch a soul in agony.
To make wild laughter from someone dying? That can't be. It's impossible. Joy can't reach someone in terrible pain.
make them laugh while dying? impossible happiness can't touch someone in agony
Why, that’s the way to choke a gibing spirit,
Whose influence is begot of that loose grace
Which shallow laughing hearers give to fools.
A jest’s prosperity lies in the ear
Of him that hears it, never in the tongue
Of him that makes it. Then, if sickly ears,
Deafed with the clamours of their own dear groans,
Will hear your idle scorns, continue then,
And I will have you and that fault withal;
But if they will not, throw away that spirit,
And I shall find you empty of that fault,
Right joyful of your reformation.
Well, that's how you stop a mocking spirit—that mocking comes from the shallow appreciation fools get from laughing audiences. A joke's success depends on who hears it, never on who tells it. So if sick ears, deafened by their own groans, can still hear your stupid jokes, go ahead, and I'll accept you with that fault still in you. But if they won't listen, throw away that mocking spirit, and I'll find you've lost that fault, and I'll be truly glad of your improvement.
That's exactly how you kill a mocker's spirit—mocking only works because people laugh at it. A joke only succeeds if the audience finds it funny, not if the person telling it thinks it's clever. So if these sick people, drowning in their own pain, can still find your harsh jokes funny, keep doing it and I'll marry you faults and all. But if they can't laugh, drop the act, and when you do, I'll be genuinely happy about who you've become.
jokes need ears that'll laugh. sick ppl won't laugh. so drop the act. then i'll take u.
A twelvemonth? Well, befall what will befall,
I’ll jest a twelvemonth in an hospital.
A year? Well, whatever happens, I'll make jokes for a year in a hospital.
A whole year? Okay, whatever comes, I'll spend a year joking around in a hospital.
a year in hospital? fine. i'll joke.
[_To the King_.] Ay, sweet my lord, and so I take my leave.
Yes, sweet my lord, and so I take my leave.
Yes, my sweet lord, and with that I'll say goodbye.
ok my lord i'm leaving now
No, madam, we will bring you on your way.
No, madam, we'll accompany you on your journey.
No, madam, we'll walk with you to get you started.
we'll go with u.
Our wooing doth not end like an old play.
Jack hath not Jill. These ladies’ courtesy
Might well have made our sport a comedy.
Our romance doesn't end like an old play. Boy doesn't get girl. These ladies' politeness could easily have made our romance into a comedy.
This isn't ending like one of those old plays. The guy doesn't get the girl. These ladies were so polite we could've ended up in a comedy.
not like old plays. no happy ending. jack doesn't get jill.
Come, sir, it wants a twelvemonth and a day,
And then ’twill end.
Come on, it's only a year and a day away, and then it will end.
Come on, it's just a year and a day, and then it's done.
just a year. then it ends.
That’s too long for a play.
A twelve-month wait? You think this theatrical performance will last that long?
Seriously, nobody's going to sit through a show for a full year.
no play lasts that long.
Sweet Majesty, vouchsafe me—
Great King, please let me—
Your Majesty, let me—
your majesty pls—
Was not that Hector?
Wasn't that the actor playing Hector?
Wasn't that the guy who played Hector?
that was hector right?
The worthy knight of Troy.
The noble warrior of Troy.
The famous Trojan hero.
troy's warrior guy.
I will kiss thy royal finger, and take leave. I am a votary; I have
vowed to Jaquenetta to hold the plough for her sweet love three year.
But, most esteemed Greatness, will you hear the dialogue that the two
learned men have compiled in praise of the owl and the cuckoo? It
should have followed in the end of our show.
I'll kiss your royal hand and take my leave. I'm devoted to this. I've promised Jaquenetta to work the fields for her sweet love for three years. But most respected Majesty, will you hear the dialogue that two educated men have written praising the owl and the cuckoo? It should have been the final part of our entertainment.
I'll kiss your hand and go. I've made a vow—I promised Jaquenetta I'd work her farm for three years because I love her. But your Majesty, would you listen to the poem two smart guys wrote about the owl and the cuckoo? It was supposed to be the ending of our show.
i'm devoted to jaquenetta. working her farm 3 years. hear our poem bout owl & cuckoo?
Call them forth quickly; we will do so.
Call them out quickly; we want to see it.
Bring them on fast; we'd like to hear it.
get them quick.
Holla! Approach.
Holla! Approach.
Holla! Approach.
holla approach
When daisies pied and violets blue
And lady-smocks all silver-white
And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue
Do paint the meadows with delight,
The cuckoo then on every tree
Mocks married men; for thus sings he:
“Cuckoo!
Cuckoo, cuckoo!” O, word of fear,
Unpleasing to a married ear.
When shepherds pipe on oaten straws,
And merry larks are ploughmen’s clocks,
When turtles tread, and rooks and daws,
And maidens bleach their summer smocks,
The cuckoo then, on every tree,
Mocks married men, for thus sings he:
“Cuckoo!
Cuckoo, cuckoo!” O, word of fear,
Unpleasing to a married ear.
When colorful daisies and blue violets bloom and silver-white flowering plants and yellow cuckoo flowers paint the meadows with delight, the cuckoo sings from every tree, mocking married men, singing this way: 'Cuckoo, cuckoo!' A terrible word, upsetting to a married man's ears. When farmworkers play on simple flutes and happy larks mark time like farmworkers' clocks, when turtledoves mate and crows and jackdaws fly, and maidens bleach their summer clothes, the cuckoo sings from every tree, mocking married men, singing this way: 'Cuckoo, cuckoo!' A terrible word, upsetting to a married man's ears.
When the colorful daisies and blue flowers bloom and the white flowers and yellow buds paint the fields with color, the cuckoo bird calls from every tree, taunting married men, making this sound: 'Cuckoo, cuckoo!' It's an awful sound, painful for any married guy to hear. When the shepherds play their simple wooden pipes and the larks sing to tell time, when birds are mating and crows and other birds fly around, and the girls are drying their white summer clothes, the cuckoo bird calls from every tree, taunting married men with this sound: 'Cuckoo, cuckoo!' It's an awful sound, painful for any married guy to hear.
when flowers bloom cuckoo mocks married men "cuckoo!" it's a bad word
When icicles hang by the wall,
And Dick the shepherd blows his nail,
And Tom bears logs into the hall,
And milk comes frozen home in pail,
When blood is nipped, and ways be foul,
Then nightly sings the staring owl:
“Tu-whit, Tu-whoo!” A merry note,
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
When all aloud the wind doth blow,
And coughing drowns the parson’s saw,
And birds sit brooding in the snow,
And Marian’s nose looks red and raw,
When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl,
Then nightly sings the staring owl:
“Tu-whit, Tu-whoo!” A merry note,
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
When icicles hang by the wall and Dick the shepherd blows on his fingers to warm them, and Tom carries wood into the house, and milk comes home frozen solid in its pail, when the blood freezes and the roads are muddy, then every night the staring owl sings: 'Tu-whit, Tu-whoo!' A happy sound while greasy Joan tends the cooking pot. When the wind blows loudly outside, and coughing drowns out the priest's words, and birds sit huddled in the snow, and Marian's nose is red and raw from cold, when roasted crab apples sizzle in the bowl, then every night the staring owl sings: 'Tu-whit, Tu-whoo!' A happy sound while greasy Joan tends the cooking pot.
When icicles freeze on the walls and Dick the shepherd has to warm his hands by blowing on them, and Tom brings logs into the hall, and the milk freezes solid on the way home, when everyone's numb from cold and the roads are all muddy, then every night the owl hoots: 'Tu-whit, Tu-whoo!' A cheerful sound while Joan tends to the cooking pot. When the wind is howling hard outside, and people coughing drown out what the priest is saying, and birds are huddled down in the snow, and Marian's nose is chapped and red, when the cooked crab apples sizzle in the drinking bowl, then every night the owl hoots: 'Tu-whit, Tu-whoo!' A cheerful sound while Joan tends to the cooking pot.
when icicles freeze and milk freezes solid owl hoots cheerfully "tu-whit tu-whoo!"
The words of Mercury are harsh after the songs of Apollo.
You that way, we this way.
The words of Mercury are harsh coming after the songs of Apollo. You go that way, and we'll go this way.
Mercury's words sound harsh compared to Apollo's beautiful songs. You go your way and we'll go ours.
mercury's words harsh after apollo. u go that way. we go this way.
The Reckoning
The play's cruelest moment: the lords' mockery destroys the pageant and the performers. No marriages, no love victory.
If this happened today…
A school talent show destroyed by hecklers from the popular table. Humiliation as entertainment.