Shakespeare meme

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There's a meme going round where you have to quote Shakespeare. I don't know if it means actually quote from memory; if that's the case I'm rather at a loss, because although I know a fair amount of poetry by heart, very little of it is by Shakespeare. I could probably make a stab at Full fathom five... but I'd likely mess it up quite a lot.

So I'm going to assume you're allowed to go and look up some Shakespeare. And what I'm going to quote is Juliet's solliloquy from the opening of III.ii. Because I don't think I've seen this particular piece quoted anywhere I read, and because I connected to the eroticism of the words when I was too young to understand what actual sex was about. (Yes, I was late in catching on to all that, especially compared to Juliet herself, but hey!)

Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds,
Towards Phœbus’ lodging; such a waggoner
As Phæthon would whip you to the west,
And bring in cloudy night immediately.
Spread thy close curtain, love-performing night!
That runaway’s eyes may wink, and Romeo
Leap to these arms, untalk’d of and unseen!
Lovers can see to do their amorous rites
By their own beauties; or, if love be blind,
It best agrees with night. Come, civil night,
Thou sober-suited matron, all in black,
And learn me how to lose a winning match,
Play’d for a pair of stainless maidenhoods:
Hood my unmann’d blood, bating in my cheeks,
With thy black mantle; till strange love, grown bold,
Think true love acted simple modesty.
Come, night! come, Romeo! come, thou day in night!
For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night,
Whiter than new snow on a raven’s back.
Come, gentle night; come, loving, black-brow’d night,
Give me my Romeo: and, when he shall die,
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night,
And pay no worship to the garish sun.
O! I have bought the mansion of a love,
But not possess’d it, and, though I am sold,
Not yet enjoy’d. So tedious is this day
As is the night before some festival
To an impatient child that hath new robes
And may not wear them.

Comments

[camomiletea.livejournal.com]

I had a dream about you tonight. You were a guy, named Lindsey, and we were going to marry. Then I thought that we didn't know each other so well, so we talked and agreed to meet at my place to chat, find out more about each other... My house was huge and lovely in a dream. Anyway, it ended that you got drunk, and as my parents and I were watching you pulled off in a car, nearly hitting another nearby...

It's weird.

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I think I can only conclude that the person in your dream was not me. He might have been claiming to be the author of my journal, but he really had nothing in common with me. Minor things like wrong gender and name I could handle, but I don't get drunk and I don't drive and even if I knew how to drive I wouldn't even consider it if I'd been drinking.

Though I would be more than happy to get to know you better if the opportunity arose!