Shakespearean Translator

I love you with all my heart.

My heart, a vessel overflowing, doth beat for thee alone! Forsooth, my soul doth cleave to thine, and I am thine, entirely thine, with all the fervent passion of my being.

You are more lovely than a summer day.

O, thou art more lovely than a summer's day, with radiant beams that dost outshine the sun.

Parting is such sweet sorrow.

This parting, though it doth wound the soul, is yet a sorrow sweet, a bittersweet pang.

If music is the food of love, play on.

If music be the very sustenance of love's sweet feast, then let the harmonious strains resound! Play on, I say!

Friends, countrymen, hear my words!

Hark, friends! Good countrymen, lend thine ears to my plea!

All the world is a stage.

The whole world, a stage it doth appear, wherein each mortal plays his part.

Something wicked is coming.

A shadow doth creep upon the land, a chill wind whispers of a coming ill.

The lady protests too much.

The lady doth protest with such a fervor, as if to drown the truth in waves of sound.

You are a fool and a coward.

Thou art a knave, a craven, and a dolt! A witless fool, whose courage hath taken flight.

I wish we could become better strangers.

Would that our paths might diverge, and our acquaintance fade to naught!

You speak, yet nobody listens.

Thy tongue doth wag, a ceaseless stream, yet ears are deaf, and minds in slumber deep.

Cowards die many times before their death.

The craven soul, ere life itself doth cease, hath met his end a thousand times, forsooth.

Above all else, be true to yourself.

Above all else, let truth thy compass be, and steer thy soul with honest, steadfast hand.

All that glitters is not gold.

That which doth gleam with outward, gilded show hath not the substance of the precious ore.

Mercy falls like gentle rain from heaven.

As gentle rain from heaven's high dome doth fall, so doth sweet mercy bless us, one and all.

Love is blind and lovers cannot see.

Love, forsooth, doth wear a hooded guise, and lovers' eyes, by passion's fire consumed, see not the truth.

I swear upon my honor to speak the truth.

Upon mine honour, I do pledge my troth, to speak naught but the truth, as heaven doth know.

Once more into the battle, dear friends!

Hark, my comrades, my brothers in arms! Once more, with hearts ablaze and spirits high, we march into the fray!

We few, we happy few, we band of brothers.

We, a chosen few, a brotherhood of joy, whose spirits, bound as one, no earthly power can destroy.

There are more things in heaven and earth than you can dream of.

What wonders lie beyond the ken of mortal thought, in realms celestial and terrestrial, that e'en thy wildest dreams could ne'er encompass!

Life is short and full of suffering.

Alas, this fleeting breath, this mortal coil, is but a shadow cast upon the sun, a brief and bitter draught of earthly toil.

Tomorrow brings another day of sorrow and struggle.

Alas, the morrow doth but promise more of woe, and weary toil shall be my constant guest.

Time flies quickly and waits for no one.

How swift the winged hours do take their flight! Forsooth, time waits for none, not king nor clown.

Beauty fades but the soul lives forever.

Forsooth, though outward grace, a fleeting bloom, doth wither 'neath the sun's relentless gaze, the soul, a star that shall not dim nor cease, endures beyond the reach of mortal eyes.