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In Plain English: King Lear
Can you pick the 'plain English' version of each of these quotes from Shakespeare's King Lear?
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In Plain English: The Merchant of Venice
'Tis our fast intent to shake all cares and business from our age, conferring them on younger strengths, while we unburdened crawl toward death.
Here I disclaim all my paternal care, propinquity and property of blood, and as a stranger to my heart and me hold thee from this forever.
The bow is bent and drawn; make from the shaft.
This is the excellent foppery of the world, that when we are sick in fortune, often the surfeits of our own behaviour, we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon and the stars.
At my entreaty forbear his presence until some little time hath qualified the heat of his displeasure.
If you did wear a beard upon your chin, I'd shake it on this quarrel.
Nature in you stands on the very verge of her confine.
He labours to outjest his heart-struck injuries.
There was never yet fair woman but she made mouths in a glass.
No contraries hold more antipathy than I and such a knave.
Unaccommodated man is no more but such a poor, bare, forked animal as thou art. Off, off, you lendings: come, unbutton here.
To have a thousand with red burning spits come hizzing in upon 'em!
Who alone suffers, suffers most i'the mind, leaving free things and happy shows behind. But then the mind much sufferance doth o'erskip, when grief hath mates and bearing fellowship.
Milk-livered man, that bear'st a cheek for blows, a head for wrongs, who hast not in thy brows an eye discerning thine honour from thy suffering.
Our foster nurse of nature is repose, the which he lacks: that to provoke in him are many simples operatives, whose power will close the eye of anguish.
The safer sense will ne'er accommodate his master thus.
The wren goes to't and the small gilded fly does lecher in my sight. Let copulation thrive. To't, luxury, pell-mell, for I lack soldiers.
Come, an you get it, you shall get it by running. Sa, sa, sa, sa!
You have that in your countenance which I would fain call master.
Be governed by your knowledge and proceed i'the sway of your own will.
He's one who'se nature is so far from doing harms that he suspects none -- on whose foolish honesty my practices ride easy.
Must we look from his age to receive not alone the imperfections of long-engrafted condition, but therewithal the unruly waywardness that infirm and choleric years bring with them.
Thou but rememberest me of mine own conception.
Rather I abjure all roofs and choose to wage against the enmity o'th' air — to be a comrade with the wolf and owl — necessity's sharp pinch!
The wrathful skies gallow the very wanderers of the dark, and make them keep their caves.
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