Blades players or managers mentioned by William Shakespeare

[dellasthunderbolt]

Tebily or not Tebily, that’s the question.

 

[SuperSonicBlade89]

Gotta be a true legend to be namechecked by The Bard.

Henry V, Act 1, Scene 2

We are glad the Dauphin is so pleasant with us;
His present and your pains we thank you for
When we have matched our rackets to these balls,
We will, in France, by God's grace, play a set
Shall strike his father's crown into the hazard.
Tell him he hath made a match with such a wrangler
That all the courts of France will be disturbed
With chaces. And we understand him well,
How he comes o'er us with our Wilder days,
Not measuring what use we made of them.

I saw the word France first and thought you were mentioning Ryan France

 

[Chazzer]

'Neither a borrower nor a Henderson be'

 

[100% part time blade]

Two - for - one in Macbeth Act 2 scene 3 opening speech:

Here’s a knocking indeed! If a man were
PORTER of hell gate, he should have old turning the key. (Knock.) Knock, knock, knock! Who’s there, i’ th’ name of Beelzebub (BEESLEYbub?) (Knock.) Knock, knock, knock! Who’s there's? Faith, here’s an English TAYLOR come hither for stealing out of a French hose. Come in, tailor.

He goes on to make loads of jokes about a cock, getting pissed and being unable to get it up. Take your pick which ex-blades you’re reminded of there

 

[Chazzer]

'A horse, a horse, my kingdom for a Hulse'

 

[Cheets]

FIRST WITCH
Where the place?
SECOND WITCH Upon the heath.

Macbeth: Act 1 Scene 1

 

[Innuendoandouttheother]

My Kingdom for a Horsfield

(Well, £1.2m to be exact)

 

[Innuendoandouttheother]

'Is this a Blade which I see before me?'

 

[Blade In Flame]

Good value from Othello. 2 for the price of 1.

For when my outward action doth demonstrate
The native act and figure of my heart
In complement extern, ’tis not long after
But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve
For daws to peck at."

Henry V again. Chorus: Act 1, Scene 1

On this unworthy scaffold to bring forth
So great an object. Can this cockpit hold
The vasty fields of France? Or may we cram
Within this wooden O the very casques
That did affright the air at Agincourt?

A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act II, Scene 1 (a load of hey-nonny-nonny rubbish if you ask me)

The fold stands empty in the drowned field
And crows are fatted with the murrion flock
The nine men's morris is fill'd up with mud
And the quaint mazes in the wanton green
For lack of tread are undistinguishable