Blackpill Massive blackpill by Shakespeare

[wizardcel]

I'm reading this play called " Julius Caesar". I am reading the part that has Casca and Cassio scheming to get Brutus to join their side against Caesar. This is what it says:

" O he sits high ( he is talking about Brutus) in all people's hearts: And that which would appear offence in us, His countenance, like richest alchemy, Will change to virtue and to worthiness."

He's basically saying that everything which would make both of them look foul in people's eyes, would be seen as virtuous if done or spoken by Brutus because of his good-looking face ( countenance).

I didn't expect to see this type of blackpill in a Shakespeare play. Normies seem to love him. This is my first time reading him. Once you get used to the archaic English, it's a fun read. I'm sure there are more blackpills to be found.

 

[Deleted member 15752]

Over.

 

[SlayerSlayer]

I am surprised they still teach such "problematic" literature. In 5 years, English classes will just have you listen to feminist frequency instead of having you learn how to write.

 

[incel-american]

God damn I used to read that play all the time before the internet era out of boredom. Well observed.

 

[TheSecondComing]

Over or not over,

Over.

 

[Agent_Coper]

The beginning of Richard III is probably the greatest blackpilled literature I've ever read.

Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this sun of York;
And all the clouds that lour'd upon our house
In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths;
Our bruised arms hung up for monuments;
Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings,
Our dreadful marches to delightful measures.
Grim-visaged war hath smooth'd his wrinkled front;
And now, instead of mounting barbed steeds
To fright the souls of fearful adversaries,
He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber
To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.
But I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks,
Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass;
I, that am rudely stamp'd, and want love's majesty
To strut before a wanton ambling nymph;
I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion,
Cheated of feature by dissembling nature,
Deformed, unfinish'd, sent before my time
Into this breathing world, scarce half made up,
And that so lamely and unfashionable
That dogs bark at me as I halt by them;
Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace,
Have no delight to pass away the time,
Unless to spy my shadow in the sun
And descant on mine own deformity:
And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover,
To entertain these fair well-spoken days,
I am determined to prove a villain
And hate the idle pleasures of these days.

 

[FlyFace]

The beginning of Richard III is probably the greatest blackpilled literature I've ever read.

Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this sun of York;
And all the clouds that lour'd upon our house
In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths;
Our bruised arms hung up for monuments;
Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings,
Our dreadful marches to delightful measures.
Grim-visaged war hath smooth'd his wrinkled front;
And now, instead of mounting barbed steeds
To fright the souls of fearful adversaries,
He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber
To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.
But I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks,
Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass;
I, that am rudely stamp'd, and want love's majesty
To strut before a wanton ambling nymph;
I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion,
Cheated of feature by dissembling nature,
Deformed, unfinish'd, sent before my time
Into this breathing world, scarce half made up,
And that so lamely and unfashionable
That dogs bark at me as I halt by them;
Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace,
Have no delight to pass away the time,
Unless to spy my shadow in the sun
And descant on mine own deformity:
And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover,
To entertain these fair well-spoken days,
I am determined to prove a villain
And hate the idle pleasures of these days.

A true artist and master of the word.

 

[wizardcel]

The beginning of Richard III is probably the greatest blackpilled literature I've ever read.

Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this sun of York;
And all the clouds that lour'd upon our house
In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths;
Our bruised arms hung up for monuments;
Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings,
Our dreadful marches to delightful measures.
Grim-visaged war hath smooth'd his wrinkled front;
And now, instead of mounting barbed steeds
To fright the souls of fearful adversaries,
He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber
To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.
But I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks,
Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass;
I, that am rudely stamp'd, and want love's majesty
To strut before a wanton ambling nymph;
I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion,
Cheated of feature by dissembling nature,
Deformed, unfinish'd, sent before my time
Into this breathing world, scarce half made up,
And that so lamely and unfashionable
That dogs bark at me as I halt by them;
Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace,
Have no delight to pass away the time,
Unless to spy my shadow in the sun
And descant on mine own deformity:
And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover,
To entertain these fair well-spoken days,
I am determined to prove a villain
And hate the idle pleasures of these days.

... I think everyone who posts on IT has failed their English literature class. How can they deny the blackpill when Shakespeare himself was blackpilled?

 

[Cleftcel]

Shakespeare was a fuckin genius, anytime since that someone's tried to say something profound if you go back you'll find that Shakespeare's has already said it, and in a more pithy way too

 

[slaaneshcel]

Macbeth was all about a cuck being run over by his wife to only get destroyed by a man that had never touched a vagina

 

[FukFeminism]

Based shakepill