Here are the scores as they stand at the moment:
masterjendu - 30 (Round1 - 18, Round2 - 12)
Paint the Sky - 26 (Round1 - 10, Round2 - 16)
Foomatic - 12 (Round1 - 12)
hondos - 16 (Round1 - 16)
Knock yourself out - 26 (Round1 - 16, Round2 - 10)
Boschi - 22 (Round1 - 12, Round2 - 10)
jay/wt4evr - 16 (Round1 - 6, Round2 - 10)
Now time for round 3. Luckily for PtS it's about Shakespeare, not about Zulus.
For this round I would like you to name the play that each of these quotes is taken from AND the character who says each line.
1 point is awarded for each play correctly named and 1 point for each character. So even if you don't know one half of an answer you can still get one point for getting the other half right.
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Round 3 - Shake those spears!
#1
If you prick us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die? And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?
#2
What's in a name? That which we call a rose,
By any other word would smell as sweet;
#3
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers.
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me,
Shall be my brother;
#4
There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
#5
Fair is foul, and foul is fair;
Hover through the fog and filthy air.
#6
Cry Havoc! and let slip the dogs of war.
#7
Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave
My heart into my mouth: I love your majesty
According to my bond; nor more nor less.
#8
We are such stuff
As dreams are made on; and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.
#9
In nature's infinite book of secrecy
A little I can read.
#10
Lovers and madmen have such seething brains,
Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend
More than cool reason ever comprehends.
The lunatic, the lover, and the poet,
Are of imagination all compact:
One sees more devils than vast hell can hold —
That is the madman;
The lover, all as frantic,
Sees Helen’s beauty in a brow of Egypt.
The poet’s eye, in a fine frenzy rolling,
Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven;
And, as imagination bodies forth
The forms of things unknown, the poet’s pen
Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing
A local habitation and a name.
Such tricks hath strong imagination,
That, if it would but apprehend some joy,
It comprehends some bringer of that joy;
Or, in the night, imagining some fear,
How easy is a bush suppos'd a bear.
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Good luck to everyone taking part, keep up the good work.
I could kick myself about those fruit flies. Stephen Fry on QI went on and on about them on one show, and I vaguely remember now he said something about them in space.
