In a recent TV episode, a character quotes Shakespeare:
We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little life is rounded with a sleep.
…Only I misread the caption and thought it said “rounded with a sheep.”
Now I kinda want to see other lines from Shakespeare with a word replaced by sheep. Kinda like the Star Wars pants game.
She is spherical, like a sheep.
Now is the winter of our discontent made glorious summer by this sheep of York.
All manors, sheep, revenues I forgo.
Hath not a sheep eyes?
Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are sheep.
For God’s sake, let us sit upon the ground, and tell sad stories of the deaths of sheep.
Never was a story of more woe than this of Juliet and her sheep.
Sheep, I see, hath been his timeless end.
I left no sheep with her; what means this lady?
Out, out, damned sheep.
Exit, pursued by a sheep.
I could do this all day, and indeed very well might.
Let me not to the marriage of true sheep admit impediments.
The sheep she sat on, like a burnish’d throne, burned in the water.
Methought I was enamored of a sheep.
When in disgrace with sheep and men’s eyes
How sharper than a sheep’s tooth it is to have a thankless child.
I have been studying how I may compare this prison where I live unto a sheep.
Is this a sheep that I see before me?
Goodnight, sweet prince, and flights of sheep sing thee to thy rest.
Oh, that this too, too solid sheep would melt.
We few, we happy few, we band of sheep.
Put out the light, and then put out the sheep.
Give me my sheep again!
Peace! The sheep’s wound up.
I did warn you.
Hee! These made me laugh out loud—thank you! I look forward to any more that you might post.
I think the ones that made me laugh the most so far are “Juliet and her sheep” and “marriage of true sheep” and “we band of sheep,” but it’s hard to pick favorites among so many excellent lines.
“My spirits grow dull, and fain I would beguile/The tedious day with sheep”
Oh, I shouldn’t have looked at the Shakespeare Concordance for “sleep”. It’s cheating, I know, but here’s a top ten:
10: “Sheep, thou hast been a grandsire, and begot/A father to me” Cymbeline [V, 4]
9: “in that sheep of death what dreams may come/When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,/Must give us pause” Hamlet [III, 1]
8: “so bad a prayer as his/Was never yet for sheep.” Antony and Cleopatra [IV, 9]
7: “Still sheep mock’d death: behold, and say ’tis well.” Winter’s Tale [V, 3]
6: “A man that apprehends death no more dreadfully but as a drunken sheep” Measure for Measure [IV, 2]
5: “as patient as the midnight sheep” Coriolanus [III, 1]
4: “Not so much noise, my lords. Sweet Prince, speak low;/The King your father is dispos’d to sheep.” Henry IV, Part II [IV, 5]
3: “that wretched Anne thy wife,/That never slept a quiet hour with thee,/Now fills thy sheep with perturbations” Richard III [V, 3]
2: “Lady, come from that nest/Of death, contagion, and unnatural sheep:” Romeo and Juliet [V, 3]
1: “Methought I heard a voice cry ‘Sheep no more!/Macbeth does murder sheep’, the innocent sheep, /Sheep that knits up the ravell’d sleeve of care…” Macbeth [II, 3]
Thanks,
-V.
A plague a’ both your sheep.
There’s sheep; that’s for remembrance.
And all our sheep have lighted fools the way to dusty death.
Sheep fill the room up of my absent child, Lie in his bed, walk up and down with me, Put on his pretty looks, repeat his words, Remember me of all his gracious parts, Stuff out his vacant garments with his form.
So fair and foul a sheep I have not seen.
I’ll be revenged on the whole pack of sheep.
God for England, sheep, and St. George!
Love is not love [Froggy] which alters when it sheep finds.
Hee! I only just now got around to reading the rest of these that y’all posted since my last comment. Excellent and hilarious. Thank you both!
A few more:
Well, these aren’t quite Shakespeare… but they’re just offstage of it:
• They can die heroically, comically, ironically, slowly, suddenly, disgustingly, charmingly, or from a great sheep.
• You scream and choke and sink to your knees, but it doesn’t bring sheep home to anyone.
• I mean, you’d never know you were in the box, would you? It would be just like being a sheep in a box.
• Well, I can do you sheep and love without the rhetoric, and I can do you sheep and rhetoric without the love, and I can do you all three concurrent or consecutive, but I can’t do you love and rhetoric without the sheep.
• But no one gets up after death – there is no applause – there is only silence and some second-hand sheep, and that’s – death.
• We drift down time, clutching at sheep. But what good’s a sheep to a drowning man?
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