Shakespeare's Mga Nobela at Kwento

As a result, I recalled a poem told to me by teacher Jayne and written by the great poet William Shakespeare. "He was thy friend, and he would assist thee in thy need. If you were sad, he would weep. If you awakened him, he would be unable to sleep. Thus, of every grief in your heart, he would bear a part. Those were certain signs to know a faithful friend from a flattering foe."

“Cowards die many times before their deaths; The Valiant never taste of death but once, Of all the wonders that I have yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come.” --Shakespeare, Julius Caesar _

He's teasing me when he knows he can't fix any problem he creates. Certified Asshole!

Leaning closer to her, I moved her brown hair to the left side of her face and whispered in her ear. "Look like thy' innocent flower but be the serpent under't- William Shakespeare. He was such a genius, don't you think?" Wrapping her hair around my arm, I yanked her head closer to my lips and smirked when I heard her whimper in pain, "I think you took that a bit too literal sí?" "Do you know what my favorite thing about Shakespeare is?" I mused. "It's his love for tragedy, for beautiful mistakes." "His love for hamartia. A character's fatal flaw." Moving to the seat placed on the opposite side of the table, I leaned back into the chair and tilted my head.

She was cut off by the Prince who had entered the room and finished the passage for her, "-there's the rub: For in that sleep of death what dreams may come." He smiled at Ella, Alma bowed and left the room. "You know Shakespeare," Ella smiled at him. "Hamlet is my personal favorite; the vengeance, the plotting for revenge, the madness of it all. I'm convinced Shakespeare wrote Hamlet for men and Romeo and Juliet for women." He shared. Ella became nervous. Vengeance, revenge, madness, all words to describe what the world would be like if anyone found out the truth about her.