Cuddles is Maaaaaad
 

How all occasions do inform against me,
And spur my dull revenge! What is a man,
If his chief good and market of his time
Be but to sleep and feed? a beast, no more.
Sure, he that made us with such large discourse,
Looking before and after, gave us not
That capability and god-like reason
To fust in us unused. Now, whether it be
Bestial oblivion, or some craven scruple
Of thinking too precisely on the event,
A thought which, quarter'd, hath but one part wisdom
And ever three parts coward, I do not know
Why yet I live to say 'This thing's to do;'
Sith I have cause and will and strength and means
To do't. Examples gross as earth exhort me:
Witness this army of such mass and charge
Led by a delicate and tender prince,
Whose spirit with divine ambition puff'd
Makes mouths at the invisible event,
Exposing what is mortal and unsure
To all that fortune, death and danger dare,
Even for an egg-shell. Rightly to be great
Is not to stir without great argument,
But greatly to find quarrel in a straw
When honour's at the stake. How stand I then,
That have a father kill'd, a mother stain'd,
Excitements of my reason and my blood,
And let all sleep? while, to my shame, I see
The imminent death of twenty thousand men,
That, for a fantasy and trick of fame,
Go to their graves like beds, fight for a plot
Whereon the numbers cannot try the cause,
Which is not tomb enough and continent
To hide the slain? O, from this time forth,
My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth!
(Hamlet fyi, second best play ever)

GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

Thank god everyone died in Hamlet.

I heart Hamlet. The 4 hour Kenneth Brennaugh version just rocks my world.

Second to Henry V, presumably.

Nice quote. Puzzling in context, but nice.

He that outlives this day and comes safe home
Will stand a tip-toe when this day is named,
And rouse him at the name of Crispin.
He that shall live this day and see old age
Will yearly at the vigil feast his neighbors
and say "Tomorrow is st crispain."
Then will he strip his sleeves and show his scars
And say these wounds I had on crispains day.
Old men forget, yet all shall be forgot,
But he shall remember with advantages
the feats he did this day. Then shall our names
Familiar in his mouth as household words
Harry the king, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salsburry and Gloucaster
Be in their flowing cups freshly rememberd.
This story shall the good man teach his son
And crispain crispain shall ne'er go by
From this day until the ending of the world
But we in it shall be remembered.
We few, we happy few. We band of brothers
For today, he that sheds his blood with me
shall be my brother. Be he ne'er so vile.
For this day shall gentle his condition.
And gentlemen in England, now abed,
shall think themselves accursed they were not here,
And holdst their manhoods cheap whilst any speak
Who fought with us upon ST CRISPAIN'S DAY!

Excerpt of crispain day speach from henry V, done from memory (I performed it in 8th grade waaaaay back when). Some parts may be wrong, its been a long time.

To be, or not to be, that is the question.
Wether it is nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outragious fortune
or to take up arms against a sea of troubles and by opposing end them.

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Nah, I'm not going down that memory lane..
lol

That scene was after Hamlet killed Ophelias father and was being banished to Europe with Rosencrantz and Gilederstern in tow. He crossed paths with the marching army of young Fortenbraz (I'm butchering these names I know) and it was basically an example of the last of his moral issues blocking the way to murdering his uncle vanishing, by seeing an entire army marching for bloodshed to gain worthless land, why should he be so concerned about taking one life, who (by this point was proven guilty to him in the play) deserves death!

He basically flipped from scared boy to determined avenger in that speech.

So... watch out for Cuddles.

The quote I've always wanted to use for some particularly obnoxious KSer, trainer or scammer is courtesy of Job's wife (Job 2:9):

"Dost thou still retain thine integrity? Curse God, and die."

But, I always figured anything like that is sailing high over the heads of any deserving targets. You can't hit them from here.