https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HcNEGN1OYiQ

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4567681&forum_id=2Elisa#40475865)

-calvin and hobbes

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4567681&forum_id=2Elisa#40475869)

'Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and is heard no more. It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.'

when i was in high school.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4567681&forum_id=2Elisa#40475880)

Or close the wall up with our English dead.

In peace there's nothing so becomes a man

As modest stillness and humility:

But when the blast of war blows in our ears,

Then imitate the action of the tiger;

Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood,

Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage;

Then lend the eye a terrible aspect;

Let pry through the portage of the head

Like the brass cannon; let the brow o'erwhelm it

As fearfully as doth a galled rock

O'erhang and jutty his confounded base,

Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean.

Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide,

Hold hard the breath and bend up every spirit

To his full height. On, on, you noblest English.

Whose blood is fet from fathers of war-proof!

Fathers that, like so many Alexanders,

Have in these parts from morn till even fought

And sheathed their swords for lack of argument:

Dishonour not your mothers; now attest

That those whom you call'd fathers did beget you.

Be copy now to men of grosser blood,

And teach them how to war. And you, good yeoman,

Whose limbs were made in England, show us here

The mettle of your pasture; let us swear

That you are worth your breeding; which I doubt not;

For there is none of you so mean and base,

That hath not noble lustre in your eyes.

I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,

Straining upon the start. The game's afoot:

Follow your spirit, and upon this charge

Cry 'God for Harry, England, and Saint George!'

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4567681&forum_id=2Elisa#40475919)

you'd give her a dollar, she would produce a skull from her bag or some other prop and BOOM she was doing 5 minutes of flawless shakespeare.

she recently died of covid, iirc.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4567681&forum_id=2Elisa#40490274)

by the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes...

the seven ages of man...

full fathom five thy father lies...something rich and strange...

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4567681&forum_id=2Elisa#40490279)

This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars,

This other Eden, demi-paradise,

This fortress built by Nature for herself

Against infection and the hand of war,

This happy breed of men, this little world,

This precious stone set in the silver sea,

Which serves it in the office of a wall,

Or as a moat defensive to a house,

Against the envy of less happier lands,

This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England,

This nurse, this teeming womb of royal kings,

Fear'd by their breed and famous by their birth,

Renowned for their deeds as far from home,

For Christian service and true chivalry,

As is the sepulchre in stubborn Jewry,

Of the world's ransom, blessed Mary's Son,

This land of such dear souls, this dear dear land,

Dear for her reputation through the world,

Is now leased out, I die pronouncing it,

Like to a tenement or pelting farm:

England, bound in with the triumphant sea

Whose rocky shore beats back the envious siege

Of watery Neptune, is now bound in with shame,

With inky blots and rotten parchment bonds:

That England, that was wont to conquer others,

Hath made a shameful conquest of itself.

Ah, would the scandal vanish with my life,

How happy then were my ensuing death.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4567681&forum_id=2Elisa#49656723)

A personal favorite. I played lady Macbeth in high school.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4567681&forum_id=2Elisa#49656748)