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This we prescribe, though no physician; Deep malice makes too deep incision; Forget, forgive; conclude and be agreed; Our doctors say this is no month to bleed. Richard 2 1,1 #ShakespeareSunday
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He's mad that trusts in the tameness of a wolf, - King Lear [III, 6] #ShakespeareSunday #WhiteWolf #TheWitcher
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Henry V [I, 1] Archbishop of Canterbury. 🎓🪶 'The breath no sooner left his father's body, but that his wildness, mortified in him, seemed to die too;' 'Never was such a sudden scholar made;' #ShakespeareSunday
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Mis-shapen chaos of well-seeming forms! Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health! Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is! Romeo and Juliet 1,1 #ShakespeareSunday
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Winter tames man, woman, and beast. The Taming of the Shrew Act IV Scene 1 #ShakespeareSunday
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“When great leaves fall, then winter is at hand” - Richard III (Act 2, Scene 3) #ShakespeareSunday #WinniethePooh @HollowCrownFans Theme: Autumn
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That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, … - Sonnet 73 #ShakespeareSunday #LordOfTheRings
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You wish me health in very happy season, For I am on the sudden something ill. Henry IV P2 4,2 #ShakespeareSunday #FluSeason
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Henry V [IV, 3] ⚜️Azincourt (25 October 1415). 👑Henry V. ⛈️🍂 'And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, from this day to the ending of the world, but we in it shall be remembered; we few, we happy few, we band of brothers;' #ShakespeareSunday
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#ShakespeareSunday 'Hath now himself met with the fall of leaf:' Richard II Act III, Scene 4
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When clouds appear, wise men put on their cloaks; When great leaves fall, the winter is at hand Richard 3 3,3 #ShakespeareSunday (Autumn adjacent 🍂🍁😘)
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#ShakespeareSunday And so, intending other serious matters, after distasteful looks and these hard fractions, with certain half-caps and cold-moving nods they froze me into silence. Timon of Athens, II, 2
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My ear should catch your voice, my eye your eye, My tongue should catch your tongue's sweet melody. Were the world mine Midsummer Night’s Dream 1,1 #ShakespeareSunday
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