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
Ere I could make thee open thy white hand, and clap thyself my love; then didst thou utter, I am your's for ever!
Interpretation
The quote expresses the idea of a deep and eternal commitment in love.
In this quote, Shakespeare conveys the passionate desire for mutual love and dedication. The imagery of opening one's hand symbolizes a willingness to give oneself freely to the beloved, and the declaration of being 'yours for ever' emphasizes the timeless bond shared between two lovers.
In practice
This quote can be used in a wedding speech to highlight the couple's commitment to each other.
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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Oh, my Margaret--my Margaret! no one can tell what you are to me! Dead--cold as you lie there you are the only woman I ever loved! Oh, Margaret--Margaret!
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