Quote the exact lines that summerize chaucer's opinion of the knight?
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To SUMMARIZE --\n\nYour inability to properly spell MOVIE indicates your need to do more of your own homework...\n\nStart with this question.
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An officer formerly attached to a king's household, whose business it was to amuse the court by ludicrous actions and utterances, the absurdity being attested by his motley costume. The king himself being attired with dignity, it took the world some centuries to discover that his own conduct and decrees were sufficiently ridiculous for the amusement not only of his court but of all mankind. The jester was commonly called a fool, but the poets and romancers have ever delighted to represent him as a singularly wise and witty person. In the circus of to-day the melancholy ghost of the court fool effects the dejection of humbler audiences with the same jests wherewith in life he gloomed the marble hall, panged the patrician sense of humor and tapped the tank of royal tears.\n\nThe widow-queen of Portugal\nHad an audacious jester\nWho entered the confessional\nDisguised, and there confessed her.\n\n"Father," she said, "thine ear bend down —\nMy sins are more than scarlet:\nI love my fool — blaspheming clown,\nAnd common, base-born varlet."\n\n"Daughter," the mimic priest replied,\n"That sin, indeed, is awful:\nThe church's pardon is denied\nTo love that is unlawful.\n\n"But since thy stubborn heart will be\nFor him forever pleading,\nThou'dst better make him, by decree,\nA man of birth and breeding."\n\nShe made the fool a duke, in hope\nWith Heaven's taboo to palter;\nThen told a priest, who told the Pope,\nWho damned her from the altar!\n—Barel Dort
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Henry VIII \nby William Shakespeare (1564-1616) \nType of Work: \nHistorical, fictional play \nSetting\nLondon, England; 16th century \nPrincipal Characters\nHenry VIII, Tudor King of England \nKatherine of Aragon, Queen of England \nAnne Bullen, Henry's lover and subsequent queen\nWolsey, ambitious Cardinal of York \nDuke Buckingham, Wolsey's adversary\nDuke of Norfolk and Duke of Suffolk, also Wolsey's enemies\nCranmer, Archbishop of Canterbury \nStory Overview\nTwo noblemen, the Dukes Norfolk and Buckingham, met in the palace to converse. Norfolk was angered by the audacity of Henry VIII, who had signed a peace treaty with Francis I of France - a treaty financed by Cardinal Wolsey of York. Norfolk warned his friend of Wolsey's equal hatred for Buckingham: "Like it your grace, the state takes notice of the private difference betwixt you and the cardinal. I advise you ... that you read the cardinal's malice and his potency together: to consider further, that, what his high hatred would effect wants not a minister in his power." \n\nJust then Wolsey entered the palace and, after exchanging disdainful glances with Buckingham, headed towards the king's chamber. "I read in's looks matter against me," Buckingham whispered. "And his eye reviled me as his abject object .... He's gone to th'king!" Taking note of Buckingham's alarm and anger, Norfolk advised him to act prudently. Still, shortly thereafter, Buckingham was arrested for treason. \n\nMeanwhile, in the throne room, Queen Katherine chided her husband about the heavy tax burden that Wolsey had ostensibly levied on the people. "Your subjects are in great grievance," she said, " and almost appear in loud rebellion." Unknown to King Henry, Norfolk had in actuality instituted a tax, in an effort to stir up Henry's subjects against the cardinal. The king demanded to know what she meant: "Taxation? Wherein? and what taxation? My lord Cardinal ... know you of this taxation?" When Wolsey denied an y knowledge of the affair, Henry immediately had the collections stopped. \n\nKatherine later inquired about the Duke of Buckingham. Why had he been arrested? Henry and Wolsey brought forth their witness to Buckingham's treason. This man claimed to have heard Buckingham say, in effect, that if the king should die without male posterity then he would make the throne his own. Wolsey also stepped forward and further testified that Buckingham had suggested he would go so far as to kill the king in order to gain the scepter. Henry was convinced: "By day and night, he's traitor to the height." \n\nThat week, at a party given by Cardinal Wolsey, Henry met Anne Bullen. He was taken by her beauty and impulsively kissed her. And, on the following day, Henry sent Lord Chamberlain to bestow upon Anne the title of "Marchioness of Pembroke; to which ... a thousand pounds a year, annual support, out of his grace he adds." Hours later, Buckingham was declared guilty of treason and condemned to die. \n\nNow Henry, in the same way that he was accustomed to executing slanderous dukes, was prone also to divorcing his wives. With King Henry's infatuation with Anne, prompt separation from Queen Katherine was inevitable. A court of divorce was convened, in which Katherine, kneeling at Henry's feet, pled her case: "Alas, sir, in what have I offended you?... I have been to you a true and humble wife, at all times to your will conformable ... When was the hour, I ever contradicted your desire, Or made it not mine too?" Then Katherine directed her ire toward Wolsey: "I do believe ... that you are mine enemy; and make my challenge, you shall not be my judge." But Wolsey refused to step down from the judge's seat, and Katherine, realizing that she had already lost her cause to Henry's whims, retired. "The queen of earthly queens," Henry lament
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Wenslydale: (lustily) Certainly, sir. What would you like?\n\nCustomer: Well, eh, how about a little red Leicester.\n\nWenslydale: I'm, a-fraid we're fresh out of red Leicester, sir.\n\nCustomer: Oh, never mind, how are you on Tilsit?\n\nWenslydale: I'm afraid we never have that at the end of the week, sir, we get it fresh on Monday.\n\nCustomer: Tish tish. No matter. Well, stout yeoman, four ounces of Caerphilly, if you please.\n\nWenslydale: Ah! It's beeeen on order, sir, for two weeks. Was expecting it this morning.\n\nCustomer: 'T's Not my lucky day, is it? Aah, Bel Paese?\n\nWenslydale: Sorry, sir.\n\nCustomer: Red Windsor?\n\nWenslydale: Normally, sir, yes. Today the van broke down.\n\nCustomer: Ah. Stilton?\n\nWenslydale: Sorry.\n\nCustomer: Ementhal? Gruyere?\n\nWenslydale: No.\n\nCustomer: Any Norweigan Jarlsburg, per chance.\n\nWenslydale: No.\n\nCustomer: Lipta?\n\nWenslydale: No.\n\nCustomer: Lancashire?\n\nWenslydale: No.\n\nCustomer: White Stilton?\n\nWenslydale: No.\n\nCustomer: Danish Brew?\n\nWenslydale: No.\n\nCustomer: Double Goucester?\n\nWenslydale: (pause) No.\n\nCustomer: Cheshire?\n\nWenslydale: No.\n\nCustomer: Dorset Bluveny?\n\nWenslydale: No.\n\nCustomer: Brie, Roquefort, Pol le Veq, Port Salut, Savoy Aire, Saint Paulin, Carrier de lest, Bres Bleu, Bruson?\n\nWenslydale: No.\n\nCustomer: Camenbert, perhaps?\n\nWenslydale: Ah! We have Camenbert, yessir.\n\nCustomer: (surprised) You do! Excellent.\n\nWenslydale: Yessir. It's..ah,.....it's a bit runny...\n\nCustomer: Oh, I like it runny.\n\nWenslydale: Well,.. It's very runny, actually, sir.\n\nCustomer: No matter. Fetch hither the fromage de la Belle France! Mmmwah!\n\nWenslydale: I...think it's a bit runnier than you'll like it, sir.\n\nCustomer: I don't care how fucking runny it is. Hand it over with all speed.\n\nWenslydale: Oooooooooohhh........!\n\nCustomer: What now?\n\nWenslydale: The cat's eaten it.\n\nCustomer: (pause) Has he.\n\nWenslydale: She, sir.\n\n(pause)\n\nCustomer: Gouda?\n\nWenslydale: No.\n\nCustomer: Edam?\n\nWenslydale: No.\n\nCustomer: Case Ness?\n\nWenslydale: No.\n\nCustomer: Smoked Austrian?\n\nWenslydale: No.\n\nCustomer: Japanese Sage Darby?\n\nWenslydale: No, sir.\n\nCustomer: You...do *have* some cheese, don't you?\n\nWenslydale: (brightly) Of course, sir. It's a cheese shop, sir. We've got--\n\nCustomer: No no... don't tell me. I'm keen to guess.\n\nWenslydale: Fair enough.\n\nCustomer: Uuuuuh, Wensleydale.\n\nWenslydale: Yes?\n\nCustomer: Ah, well, I'll have some of that!\n\nWenslydale: Oh! I thought you were talking to me, sir. Mister Wensleydale, that's my name.\n\n(pause)\n\nCustomer: Greek Feta?\n\nWenslydale: Uh, not as such.\n\nCustomer: Uuh, Gorgonzola?\n\nWenslydale: no\n\nCustomer: Parmesan,\n\nWenslydale: no\n\nCustomer: Mozarella,\n\nWenslydale: no\n\nCustomer: Paper Cramer,\n\nWenslydale: no\n\nCustomer: Danish Bimbo,\n\nWenslydale: no\n\nCustomer: Czech sheep's milk,\n\nWenslydale: no\n\nCustomer: Venezuelan Beaver Cheese?\n\nWenslydale: Not *today*, sir, no.\n\n(pause)\n\nCustomer: Aah, how about Cheddar?
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Thomas Gray\nOde on a Distant Prospect of Eton College\n\n".Yet ah! why should they know their fate? \nSince sorrow never comes too late, \nAnd happiness too swiftly flies. \nThought would destroy their paradise. \nNo more; where ignorance is bliss, \n'Tis folly to be wise."\n\nhttp://www.web-books.com/Classics/Poetry/Anthology/Gray_T/OdeOnDistance.htm
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Harry Potter and the prisoner of azkaban\n\n"Something wicked this way comes"\n\nthe quote was originally found in Macbeth
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The Knights Who Say "Ni"\n\n"You must chop down the tallest tree in the forest with a...HERRING!!!"
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1) Piggy: "We can use this to call the others. Have a meeting. They’ll come when they hear us—." \n\n2) Ralph: "This is our island. It’s a good island. Until the grown-ups come to fetch us we’ll have fun."\n\n3) Ralph: "There’s another thing. We can help them to find us. If a ship comes near the island they may not notice us. So we must make smoke on top of the mountain. We must make a fire." \n\n4) Piggy: "How can you expect to be rescued if you don’t put first things first and act proper?"\n\n5) Golding: "There was the brilliant world of hunting, tactics, fierce exhilaration, skill, and there was the world of longing and baffled common-sense."\n\n6) Golding: "However Simon thought of the beast, there rose before his inward sight the picture of a human at once heroic and sick."\n\n7) Golding: "Then Jack found the throat and the hot blood spouted over his hands. The sow collapsed under them and they were heavy and fulfilled upon her. The butterflies still danced, preoccupied in the center of the clearing."\n\n8) The Lord of the Flies: "Fancy thinking the Beast was something you could hunt and kill! You knew, didn’t you? I’m part of you? Close, close, close! I’m the reason why it’s no go? Why things are what they are?"\n\n9) Golding: "A stick sharpened at both ends."\n\n10) Ralph, thinking to himself: "What was the sensible thing to do? There was no Piggy to talk sense. There was no solemn assembly for debate nor dignity of the conch."
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Oh my God! I LOVE that line! Aww man, I wish I'd thought of it first! That would have been the PERFECT line for my poem, Heart of Stone! Le sob le sob....you are awesome!
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Do your own homework. If you had a question about one quote where I could believe that you read the play but forgot the context of a single line, I would help you. As it is, you need to do your own work. Them's the rules. \n\nFurther, your questions should read: Can I get what these quotes mean and WHO is speaking to WHOM? \n\nClearly, English is not your favorite subject. But suck it up. You deserve no credit for work you ask others to do for you.
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Who wouldn't want to be a knight?
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Geoffrey Chaucer was considered to be the  father of English Literature
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"Truth and fairness" is the best translation, I think. \nIf the author had meant "justice" he would have used "iustitia".
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Plato: For the greater good.\n\nMachiavelli: So that its subjects will view it with admiration,as a chicken which has the daring and courage to boldly cross the road, but also with fear, for whom    among them has the strength to contend with such a       paragon of avian virtue?  In such a manner is the       princely chicken's dominion maintained.\n\nOliver North: National security was at stake.\n\nAlbert Einstein: Whether the chicken crossed the road or the road crossed the chicken depends upon your frame of reference.\n\nAristotle: To actualize its potential.\n\nBuddha: If you ask this question, you deny your own chicken nature.\n\nEmily Dickenson: Because it could not stop for death.\n\nPyrrho the Skeptic: What road?\n\nRonald Reagan: I forget.\n\nMr. T: Don't be a fool! If you saw me coming, you'd cross the road too.\n\nMacBeth: To have turned back were as tedious as to go o'er.\n\nHamlet: That is not the question.\n\nJack Nicholson: 'Cause it f***ing wanted to. That's the d**n reason!\n\nDarwin: It was the logial next step after coming down from the trees.
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"Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou, Romeo?/Deny thy father and refuse thy name/Or, if thou wilt not,be but sworn my love/And I'll no longer be a Capulet."\n\n"'Tis but thy name that is my enemy/Thou art thyself, though not a Montague/What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot/Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part belonging to a man. O, be some other name!/What's in a name? that which we call a rose/By any other name would smell as sweet/So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd/Retain that dear perfection which he owes/Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name/\nAnd for that name which is no part of thee/Take all myself."\n\n"What's here? a cup, closed in my true love's hand?/Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end/O churl! drunk all, and left no friendly drop/To help me after?/I will kiss thy lips/Haply some poison yet doth hang on them/To make die with a restorative./Thy lips are warm."\n\n"Yea, noise? Then I'll be brief. O happy dagger!/This is thy sheath/There rust and let me die."\n\n\nyeah those are just a couple of the major ones. and i'm guessing since you haven't read it for yourself, the little backslashes mean it starts a new line. so there you go, enjoy.
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That poem rocks.  I know that it is controversial.  I would be interested to see what people thought of a choice line or two from the poem.
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My Last Duchess\n\nThat's my last Duchess painted on the wall,\nLooking as if she were alive. I call\nThat piece a wonder, now: Frà Pandolf's hands\nWorked busily a day, and there she stands.\nWill 't please you sit and look at her? I said\n"Frà Pandolf" by design, for never read\nStrangers like you that pictured countenance,\nThe depth and passion of its earnest glance,\nBut to myself they turned (since none puts by\nThe curtain I have drawn for you, but I)\nAnd seemed as they would ask me, if they durst,\nHow such a glance came there; so, not the first\nAre you to turn and ask thus. Sir, 'twas not\nHer husband's presence only, called that spot\nOf joy into the Duchess' cheek: perhaps\nFrà Pandolf chanced to say, "Her mantle laps\nOver my Lady's wrist too much," or "Paint\nMust never hope to reproduce the faint\nHalf-flush that dies along her throat"; such stuff\nWas courtesy, she thought, and cause enough\nFor calling up that spot of joy. She had\nA heart . . . how shall I say? . . . too soon made glad,\nToo easily impressed; she liked whate'er\nShe looked on, and her looks went everywhere.\nSir, 'twas all one! My favour at her breast,\nThe dropping of the daylight in the West,\nThe bough of cherries some officious fool\nBroke in the orchard for her, the white mule\nShe rode with round the terrace--all and each\nWould draw from her alike the approving speech,\nOr blush, at least. She thanked men,--good; but thanked\nSomehow . . . I know not how . . . as if she ranked\nMy gift of a nine-hundred-years-old name\nWith anybody's gift. Who'd stoop to blame\nThis sort of trifling? Even had you skill\nIn speech--(which I have not)--to make your will\nQuite clear to such an one, and say, "Just this\nOr that in you disgusts me; here you miss,\nOr there exceed the mark"--and if she let\nHerself be lessoned so, nor plainly set\nHer wits to yours, forsooth, and made excuse,\n--E'en then would be some stooping; and I chuse\nNever to stoop. Oh, sir, she smiled, no doubt,\nWhene'er I passed her; but who passed without\nMuch the same smile? This grew; I gave commands;\nThen all smiles stopped together. There she stands\nAs if alive. Will 't please you rise? We'll meet\nThe company below, then. I repeat,\nThe Count your Master's known munificence\nIs ample warrant that no just pretence\nOf mine for dowry will be disallowed;\nThough his fair daughter's self, as I avowed\nAt starting, is my object. Nay, we'll go\nTogether down, Sir! Notice Neptune, though,\nTaming a sea-horse, thought a rarity,\nWhich Claus of Innsbruck cast in bronze for me.\n\n-- Robert Browning\n\n\nI didn't study this very long, but in lines 9-10 it seems like the duke is protective because he draws a curtain around her.