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).
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Come,_x000D_ _x000D_ Let's have one other gaudy night. Call to me_x000D_ _x000D_ All my sad captains. Fill our bowls once more._x000D_ _x000D_ Let's mock the midnight bell.
Interpretation
The quote suggests seizing the moment to celebrate life despite challenges and sorrows.
In this quote, Shakespeare encourages his companions to gather and indulge in revelry, even in the face of sadness. It reflects on the idea of embracing life fully, finding joy amidst despair, and temporarily disregarding the weight of time and troubles as they celebrate together.
In practice
During a farewell party, one might quote this to inspire a sense of togetherness.
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).
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