As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, / I must not look to have; but, in their stead, / Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, / Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not" (5.3.25-28).
William ShakespeareRead
Then is courtesy a turncoat. But it is certain I am loved of all ladies, only you excepted: and I would I could find in my heart that I had not a hard heart; for, truly, I love none. Beatrice: A dear happiness to women: they would else have been troubled with a pernicious suitor. I thank God and my cold blood, I am of your humour for that: I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow than a man swear he loves me. -Much Ado About Nothing
Interpretation
The quote reflects the complexities of love and the notion of courtesy in relationships.
In this exchange from 'Much Ado About Nothing', the characters express a cynical view of love and courtship. Beatrice's witty remarks highlight her disdain for unwanted suitors and her preference for independence over insincere flattery, while also emphasizing her strength in rejecting societal norms that expect women to accept any declaration of love.
In practice
This quote can be used to spark a discussion on the nature of love in a literature class.
As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, / I must not look to have; but, in their stead, / Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, / Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not" (5.3.25-28).
Love bears it out even to the edge of doom.
Good company, good wine, good welcome, can make good people.
Absence doth sharpen love, presence strengthens it; the one brings fuel, the other blows it till it burns clear.
Lord, Lord, how this world is given to lying!
Give it an understanding, but no tongue.
For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning. Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun, so shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.
I sing your restless longing for the statue, your fear of the feelings that await you in the street. I sing the small sea siren who sings to you, riding her bicycle of corals and conches. But above all I sing a common thought that joins us in the dark and golden hours. The light that blinds our eyes is not art. Rather it is love, friendship, crossed swords.
Absence in love is like water upon fire; a little quickens, but much extinguishes it.
The demand for equal rights in every vocation of life is just and fair; but, after all, the most vital right is the right to love and be loved.
I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
Only when we give joyfully, without hesitation or thought of gain, can we truly know what love means.
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