Quelques lignes en anglais pour pratiquer son articulation, le rythme, l’accent tonique, …et le Middle-English
Tongue Twister
* We surely shall see the sun shine soon.
* Which witch wished which wicked wish ?
* Sly Sam slurps Sally’s soup
* How many cans can a canner can if a canner could can cans ?
* Unique New York
* Knapsacks traps
* Tragedy, s’trategy (but stra’tegic)
* Crisp crusts crackle crunchily
* I slit the sheet, the sheet I slit, on the slitted sheet I sit
* Six thick thistle sticks. Six thick thistles stick
* Twelve twins twirled twelve twigs
* Lesser leather never weathered wetter weather better
She sells sea shells at the sea shore,
the sells she sells are surely seashells,
so if she sells shells on the sea shore,
I am sure the seashore shells sells
Articulation
As You Like It, Jaques (Act II, Scene VII, lines 139-166) by William Shakespeare
« All the world’s a stage » is the phrase that begins a monologue from William Shakespeare’s As You Like It, spoken by the melancholy Jaques. The speech compares the world to a stage and life to a play, and catalogues the seven stages of a man’s life, sometimes referred to as the seven ages of man: infant, schoolboy, lover, soldier, justice, pantaloon, and second childhood, « sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything ». It is one of Shakespeare’s most frequently-quoted passages.
All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. ‘At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms;
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. ‘And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress’ eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon’s mouth. ‘And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lin’d,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. ‘The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper’d pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well sav’d, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. ‘Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion;
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
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