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Shakespeare’s language. “If music be the food of love, play on.” – Shakespeare, Twelfth Night. Shakespeare or not? Which of these everyday expressions do we owe to the Bard?. Like the kettle calling the pot black. Dead as a doornail. A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush.
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Shakespeare’s language “If music be the food of love, play on.” – Shakespeare, Twelfth Night
Shakespeare or not? Which of these everyday expressions do we owe to the Bard? • Like the kettle calling the pot black. • Dead as a doornail. • A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush. • Same old, same old. • All’s well that ends well. • Vanish into thin air. • Love is blind. • Cat got your tongue? • Fair play. • Brevity is the soul of wit.
Tips on how to write like Shakespeare 1. Put “-eth” or “-est” on the end of your verbs; example: He runneth, thou bakest, etc. (-eth is generally for third person (he or she), while -est is generally for second person (you)). 2. Flip the order of your sentences; instead of saying “I will give you fifteen minutes to write the test” you can say “Fifteen minutes shall I give thee to write thy test” or “To thee fifteen minutes shall I give to write thy test” or “To thee and thy test fifteen minutes shall I give.” 3. Mash “it” together with other words: “It was” becomes “Twas” and “It is” becomes “Tis” and “Think on it” becomes “Think on't.” 4. Always address others by “my lord,” “my lady,” “cousin,” “good man,” “good lady,” “sirrah,” “madam,” etc. 5. Greet others with flair: “Good morn to thee, cousin!” or “Fare thee well, my love!” or “I believe thou art well, good lady?” or “How now, my lord?” 6. Use you, ye, thou, thy, thee, thine (correctly!)
Which sentences use the word correctly? Tell the truth, I prithee. I am prithee to thy secrets. Come ere, so I may see thee better. We must be gone ere our enemies arrive. Thy hair is soft as silk. I shall give it to thy presently. I shall fain grant thee thy wish. Thy fain smile saddens me. I will do as thou say'stwherefore I love thee. Wherefore thine eyes shed such tears? Thou shalt pay the price soon, thou saucy knave! Her demeanour is as an angel's: sweet and saucy. Methinks thou judg'st too harshly thy friend. Methinks overmuch, and my brain is like to explode. Thou hidest from me the truth? Fie upon thee! Fie, good cousin, thou givest me much joy! He confesses his crimes anon the people. Thou shalt know the meaning of this anon.