Favorite Shakespeare play and passage

A touch, a touch!

 

As Catherine the Great might have said...

A horse! A horse! My kingdom for a horse!

 

Cry havoc! And let slip the dogs of war!

 

My favorite passage is from Julius Caesar:

CASSIUS

Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world
Like a Colossus, and we petty men
Walk under his huge legs and peep about
To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
Men at some time are masters of their fates:
The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,
But in ourselves, that we are underlings.
Brutus and Caesar: what should be in that 'Caesar'?
Why should that name be sounded more than yours?
Write them together, yours is as fair a name;
Sound them, it doth become the mouth as well;
Weigh them, it is as heavy; conjure with 'em,
Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar.
Now, in the names of all the gods at once,
Upon what meat doth this our Caesar feed,
That he is grown so great? Age, thou art shamed!
Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods!
When went there by an age, since the great flood,
But it was famed with more than with one man?
When could they say till now, that talk'd of Rome,
That her wide walls encompass'd but one man?
Now is it Rome indeed and room enough,
When there is in it but one only man.
O, you and I have heard our fathers say,
There was a Brutus once that would have brook'd
The eternal devil to keep his state in Rome
As easily as a king.

 

I'm a big fan of Henry V and enjoy comparing and contrasting the Olivier and Branaugh versions.

My favorite passage of Shakespeare-like writing is this, The Hokey-Poke:

O proud left foot, that ventures quick within
Then soon upon a backward journey lithe.
Anon, once more the gesture, then begin:
Command sinistral pedestal to writhe.
Commence thou then the fervid Hokey-Poke,
A mad gyration, hips in wanton swirl.
To spin! A wilde release from Heavens yoke.
Blessed dervish! Surely canst go, girl.
The Hoke, the poke – banish now thy doubt
Verily, I say, 'tis what it's all about.

(From a Washington post Style Invitational of yore.)

 

And this for Flash:

Get thee to a nunnery: why wouldst thou be a
breeder of sinners?

 

Cuz sinnin' is fun!


Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate,
Hate of my sin, grounded on sinful loving:
O! but with mine compare thou thine own state,
And thou shalt find it merits not reproving;
Or, if it do, not from those lips of thine,
That have profan'd their scarlet ornaments
And seal'd false bonds of love as oft as mine,
Robb'd others' beds' revenues of their rents.
Be it lawful I love thee, as thou lov'st those
Whom thine eyes woo as mine importune thee:
Root pity in thy heart, that, when it grows,
Thy pity may deserve to pitied be.
If thou dost seek to have what thou dost hide,
By self-example mayst thou be denied!

 

One of Shakespeare's saddest passages:

Rumble thy bellyful! Spit, fire! Spout, rain!
Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are my daughters:
I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness;
I never gave you kingdom, called you children,
You owe me no subscription: then, let fall
Your horrible pleasure; here I stand, your slave,
A poor, infirm, weak and despised old man.

 

“Charon, bite back your spleen: this has been willed where what is willed must be, and is not yours to ask what it may mean.”

Oh wait, that was Dante's Inferno. Too bad. Muwahaha.

 

Hamlet hands down.

My favorite line, though, has always been from McBeth: "Horatio, thou art dead."

Always makes me laugh.

 

To answer a question that wasn't asked, Mercutio is by far my favorite character. Funny motherfucker, he was.

 

Second those two.