Comments on: Shakespeare Translator

By: sterla

sterla — Sun, 03 Sep 2023 17:31:23 +0000

In reply to Mei werner. were (thou wast = you were)

By: Daphne

Daphne — Sat, 07 May 2022 18:17:19 +0000

In reply to Cyndie. Heareth ye, heareth ye. By proclamation of his royal highness, thou art to remaineth did seat for the duration of the siege. Violators wilt beest shackled for a fortnight and a beshrew beest upon thee. You can decided if you like it or not!

By: Mei werner

Mei werner — Mon, 10 Jan 2022 18:20:38 +0000

hello, what does wast mean?

By: Cyndie

Cyndie — Fri, 10 Sep 2021 23:55:55 +0000

Hello all you clever people! Any suggestions for me? I’m trying to make the following sound more Shakespearean. (I’m writing a sign for the bathroom to decrease tinkling on the seat, lol)
Hear ye, hear ye. By proclamation of his royal highness, thou art to remaineth seated for the duration of the siege. Violators wilt beest shackled for a fortnight and a plague be upon thee.

By: AIDEN D VIETZ

AIDEN D VIETZ — Thu, 04 Mar 2021 20:44:49 +0000

O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth,
That I am meek and gentle with these butchers!
Thou art the ruins of the noblest man
That ever lived in the tide of times.
Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood!
Over thy wounds now do I prophesy,
Which, like dumb mouths, do ope their ruby lips,
To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue
A curse shall light upon the limbs of men;
Domestic fury and fierce civil strife
Shall cumber all the parts of Italy;
Blood and destruction shall be so in use
And dreadful objects so familiar
That mothers shall but smile when they behold
Their infants quarter’d with the hands of war;
All pity choked with custom of fell deeds:
And Caesar’s spirit, ranging for revenge,
With Ate by his side come hot from hell
Shall in these confines with a monarch’s voice
Cry ‘Havoc,’ and let slip the dogs of war;
That this foul deed shall smell above the earth
With carrion men, groaning for burial.

By: Dave

Dave — Fri, 05 Feb 2021 11:47:26 +0000

this is the best my boy steve loved it

By: bob

bob — Fri, 05 Feb 2021 11:44:20 +0000

you boys
how are you doing
just what to say: don’t give up in these times
super vigilant

By: connor

connor — Tue, 19 Jan 2021 11:57:48 +0000

the whole Macbeth play in modern English

By: jofdngdsg

jofdngdsg — Tue, 12 Jan 2021 18:14:44 +0000

be an inhabitant of that state in which he shall be chosen

By: Jordyn

Jordyn — Tue, 05 Jan 2021 16:24:16 +0000

And him besides rides fierce revenging Wrath,
Upon a Lion, loth for to be led;
And in his Hand a burning Brond he hath,
The which he brandisheth about his Head;
His Eyes did hurle forth Sparkles fiery red,
And stared stern on all that him beheld,
As Ashes pale of hew and seeming dead;
And on his Dagger still his Hand he held;
Trembling through hasty Rage, when Choler in him swell’d.
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His ruffin Raiment all was stain’d with Blood
Which he had spilt, and all to Rags yrent,
Through unadvised Rashness woxen wood;
For of his Hands he had no government,
Ne car’d for Blood in his avengement:
But when the furious Fit was overpast,
His cruel Facts he often would repent;
Yet wilful Man he never would forecast,
How many Mischiefs should ensue his heedless hast.
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Full many Mischiefs follow cruel Wrath;
Abhorred Bloodshed and tumultuous Strife,
Unmanly Murder, and unthrifty Scath,
Bitter Despight, with Rancour’s rusty Knife,
And fretting Grief the Enemy of Life;
All these, and many Evils moe haunt Ire,
The swelling Spleen, and Phrenzy raging rife,
The shaking Palsey, and Saint Frauncis’ Fire:
Such one was Wrath, the last of this ungodly Tire.