While I’m always happy to help and will almost never refuse to do so, please don’t expect in-depth answers from me for questions that are obviously for school assignments, especially if it’s clear that you’ve not bothered to do the most basic of research first. I will gladly help you come up with ideas or try pointing you in a suitable direction, but I will not do your work for you. This is for three reasons…
Shakespeare is very subjective and there is rarely only one “right answer” or interpretation.
Thinking about the works yourself is part of the fun of studying Shakespeare, isn’t it?
Like many of you, I am also just a student! Although I am passionate about Shakespeare, I would never claim to be an expert and I would hate to accidentally give misinformation. Mistakes do happen!
That being said, I understand completely that Shakespeare is not easy. I am not by any means discouraging anyone from coming to me for help on assignments. I’d just really appreciate it if you put some effort and thought into it yourself first!
Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me,
Knowing thy heart torments me with disdain,
Have put on black and loving mourners be,
Looking with pretty ruth upon my pain.
And truly not the morning sun of heaven
Better becomes the grey cheeks of the east,
Nor that full star that ushers in the even,
Doth half that glory to the sober west,
As those two mourning eyes become thy face:
O, let it then as well beseem thy heart
To mourn for me, since mourning doth thee grace,
And suit thy pity like in every part.
Then will I swear beauty herself is black
And all they foul that thy complexion lack.
Beshrew me but I love her heartily;
For she is wise, if I can judge of her,
And fair she is, if that mine eyes be true,
And true she is, as she hath proved herself,
And therefore, like herself, wise, fair and true,
Shall she be placed in my constant soul.
You are three men of sin, whom Destiny,
That hath to instrument this lower world
And what is in’t, the never-surfeited sea
Hath caused to belch up you; and on this island
Where man doth not inhabit; you ‘mongst men
Being most unfit to live. I have made you mad;
And even with such-like valour men hang and drown
Their proper selves.
…The power of beauty will sooner
transform honesty from what it is to a bawd than the
force of honesty can translate beauty into his
likeness: this was sometime a paradox, but now the
time gives it proof.
I know you can do very little alone; for your helps
are many, or else your actions would grow wondrous
single: your abilities are too infant-like for
doing much alone. You talk of pride: O that you
could turn your eyes toward the napes of your necks,
and make but an interior survey of your good selves!
O that you could!
There are no tricks in plain and simple faith;
But hollow men, like horses hot at hand,
Make gallant show and promise of their mettle;
But when they should endure the bloody spur,
They fall their crests, and, like deceitful jades,
Sink in the trial.