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).
Being holiday, the beggar's shop is shut.
Interpretation
What this quote means
This quote highlights the irony of life's circumstances and the impact of holidays on people's lives, regardless of their social status.
In this quote, Shakespeare reflects on the nature of time and its effect on all individuals, including those at the margins of society. The mention of the beggar's shop being shut during a holiday suggests that even those who may lack material wealth experience a halt in their daily routines and may share a commonality in their need for rest or celebration, thus pointing to the universal human condition amidst differing social statuses.
Themes
In practice
Example use cases
This quote can be used in a discussion about the social impact of holidays on different communities.
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