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Post by Hazel Forrest on Apr 3, 2007 12:47:07 GMT -5
In my school we were listening to The Tragedy o.f Antony and Cleopatra. *Lookz 4 ah good scene 4 da entreh posht* Me find none. But I have one I'm memorizing for the end of the year drama project:
No more, but e'en a woman, and commanded By such poor passion as the maid that milks And does the meanest chares. It were for me To throw my sceptre at the injurious gods; To tell them that this world did equal theirs Till they had stol'n our jewel. All's but naught; Patience is scottish, and impatience does Become a dog that's mad: then is it sin To rush into the secret house of death, Ere death dare come to us? How do you, women? What, what! good cheer! Why, how now, Charmian! My noble girls! Ah, women, women, look, Our lamp is spent, it's out! Good sirs, take heart: We'll bury him; and then, what's brave, what's noble, Let's do it after the high Roman fashion, And make death proud to take us. Come, away: This case of that huge spirit now is cold: Ah, women, women! come; we have no friend But resolution, and the briefest end.
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Post by Rigel on Apr 3, 2007 17:07:02 GMT -5
That cewl.
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Post by Hazel Forrest on Apr 3, 2007 20:35:15 GMT -5
;D
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Post by Rigel on Apr 3, 2007 21:44:55 GMT -5
Nice reply. xD
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Post by Rigel on Apr 3, 2007 22:17:00 GMT -5
Lolz, do you know we have two topics here, but it says 0 on the main page.
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Post by Hazel Forrest on Apr 3, 2007 22:24:58 GMT -5
NO YOU
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Post by Rigel on Apr 3, 2007 22:29:15 GMT -5
xO
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Post by Hazel Forrest on Apr 8, 2007 20:40:58 GMT -5
xDDD
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