text stringlengths 0 89.3k |
|---|
Prince, as thou art true, For blood of ours shed blood of Montague. O cousin, cousin! Prince. Benvolio, who began this bloody fray? Ben. Tybalt, here slain, whom Romeo's hand did stay. Romeo, that spoke him fair, bid him bethink How nice the quarrel was, and urg'd withal Your high displeasure. All this... |
Friar. Too familiar Is my dear son with such sour company. I bring thee tidings of the Prince's doom. Rom. What less than doomsday is the Prince's doom? Friar. A gentler judgment vanish'd from his lips- Not body's death, but body's banishment. Rom. Ha, banishment? Be merciful, say 'death'; For exile hath... |
Cap. Sir Paris, I will make a desperate tender Of my child's love. I think she will be rul'd In all respects by me; nay more, I doubt it not. Wife, go you to her ere you go to bed; Acquaint her here of my son Paris' love And bid her (mark you me? ) on Wednesday next- But, soft! what day is this? Par.... |
Evermore show'ring? In one little body Thou counterfeit'st a bark, a sea, a wind: For still thy eyes, which I may call the sea, Do ebb and flow with tears; the bark thy body is Sailing in this salt flood; the winds, thy sighs, Who, raging with thy tears and they with them, Without a sudden calm will o... |
and when thou hast done so, Come weep with me- past hope, past cure, past help! Friar. Ah, Juliet, I already know thy grief; It strains me past the compass of my wits. I hear thou must, and nothing may prorogue it, On Thursday next be married to this County. Jul. Tell me not, friar, that thou hear'st of t... |
Cap. Make haste, make haste. [Exit Fellow. ] Sirrah, fetch drier logs. Call Peter; he will show thee where they are. Fellow. I have a head, sir, that will find out logs And never trouble Peter for the matter. Cap. Mass, and well said; a merry whoreson, ha! Thou shalt be loggerhead. [Exit Fellow. ] Good ... |
'Tis no time to play now. Pet. You will not then? 1. Mus. No. Pet. I will then give it you soundly. 1. Mus. What will you give us? Pet. No money, on my faith, but the gleek. I will give you the minstrel. 1. Mus. Then will I give you the serving-creature. Pet. Then will I lay the serving-creature's dagger on ... |
Enter Paris and his Page with flowers and [a torch]. Par. Give me thy torch, boy. Hence, and stand aloof. Yet put it out, for I would not be seen. Under yond yew tree lay thee all along, Holding thine ear close to the hollow ground. So shall no foot upon the churchyard tread (Being loose, unfirm, with d... |
I dare no longer stay. Jul. Go, get thee hence, for I will not away. Exit [Friar]. What's here? A cup, clos'd 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 ... |
1. D. The copyright laws of the place where you are located also governwhat you can do with this work. Copyright laws in most countries are ina constant state of change. If you are outside the United States, checkthe laws of your country in addition to the terms of this agreementbefore downloading, copying, displayi... |
Project Gutenberg Etext of As You Like It by ShakespearePG has multiple editions of William Shakespeare's Complete WorksCopyright laws are changing all over the world, be sure to checkthe copyright laws for your country before posting these files! ! Please take a look at the important information in this header. We enc... |
ORLANDO, Son of Sir Rowland de Bois. ADAM, Servant to Oliver. DENNIS, Servant to Oliver. TOUCHSTONE, a Clown. SIR OLIVER MARTEXT, a Vicar. CORIN, Shepherd. SILVIUS, Shepherd. WILLIAM, a Country Fellow, in love with Audrey. A person representing HYMEN. ROSALIND, Daughter to the banished Duke. CELIA, Daughter to Frederic... |
OLIVER. Charles, I thank thee for thy love to me, which thou shaltfind I will most kindly requite. I had myself notice of mybrother's purpose herein, and have by underhand means laboured todissuade him from it; but he is resolute. I'll tell thee,Charles, it is the stubbornest young fellow of France; full ofambition, an... |
LE BEAU. Three proper young men, of excellent growth and presence, withbills on their necks,--ROSALIND. 'Be it known unto all men by these presents,'--LE BEAU. The eldest of the three wrestled with Charles, the duke'swrestler; which Charles in a moment threw him, and broke three ofhis ribs, that there is little hope of... |
Gentleman,[Giving him a chain from her neck. ]Wear this for me; one out of suits with fortune,That could give more, but that her hand lacks means. --Shall we go, coz? CELIA. Ay. --Fare you well, fair gentleman. ORLANDO. Can I not say, I thank you? My better partsAre all thrown down; and that which here stands upIs but ... |
O my poor Rosalind! whither wilt thou go? Wilt thou change fathers? I will give thee mine. I charge thee be not thou more griev'd than I am. ROSALIND. I have more cause. CELIA. Thou hast not, cousin;Pr'ythee be cheerful: know'st thou not the dukeHath banish'd me, his daughter? ROSALIND. That he hath not. CELIA. No! hat... |
What, wouldst thou have me go and beg my food? Or with a base and boisterous sword enforceA thievish living on the common road? This I must do, or know not what to do:Yet this I will not do, do how I can:I rather will subject me to the maliceOf a diverted blood and bloody brother. ADAM. But do not so. I have five hundr... |
JAQUES. Nay, I care not for their names; they owe me nothing. Will you sing? AMIENS. More at your request than to please myself. JAQUES. Well then, if ever I thank any man, I'll thank you: butthat they call compliment is like the encounter of two dog-apes;and when a man thanks me heartily, methinks have given him apenn... |
You touch'd my vein at first: the thorny pointOf bare distress hath ta'en from me the showOf smooth civility: yet am I inland bred,And know some nurture. But forbear, I say;He dies that touches any of this fruitTill I and my affairs are answered. JAQUES. An you will not be answered with reason, I must die. DUKE SENIOR.... |
Why, do not your courtier's hands sweat? and is not thegrease of a mutton as wholesome as the sweat of a man? Shallow, shallow: a better instance, I say; come. CORIN. Besides, our hands are hard. TOUCHSTONE. Your lips will feel them the sooner. Shallow again: a moresounder instance; come. CORIN. And they are often tarr... |
Is he of God's making? What manner of man? Is his head worth a hat or his chin worth a beard? CELIA. Nay, he hath but a little beard. ROSALIND. Why, God will send more if the man will be thankful: let me staythe growth of his beard, if thou delay me not the knowledge ofhis chin. CELIA. It is young Orlando, that tripped... |
]ROSALIND. I will speak to him like a saucy lacquey,and under that habit play the knave with him. --Do you hear,forester? ORLANDO. Very well: what would you? ROSALIND. I pray you, what is't o'clock? ORLANDO. You should ask me what time o' day; there's no clock in theforest. ROSALIND. Then there is no true lover in the ... |
is it a true thing? TOUCHSTONE. No, truly: for the truest poetry is the most feigning;and lovers are given to poetry; and what they swear in poetrymay be said, as lovers, they do feign. AUDREY. Do you wish, then, that the gods had made me poetical? TOUCHSTONE. I do, truly, for thou swear'st to me thou art honest;now, i... |
he writes brave verses, speaks bravewords, swears brave oaths, and breaks them bravely, quitetraverse, athwart the heart of his lover; as a puny tilter,that spurs his horse but on one side, breaks his staff like anoble goose: but all's brave that youth mounts and folly guides. --Who comes here? [Enter CORIN. ]CORIN. Mi... |
]ORLANDO. Good day, and happiness, dear Rosalind! JAQUES. Nay, then, God be wi' you, an you talk in blank verse. ROSALIND. Farewell, monsieur traveller: look you lisp and wear strangesuits; disable all the benefits of your own country; be outof love with your nativity, and almost chide God for makingyou that countenanc... |
ORLANDO. O, but she is wise. ROSALIND. Or else she could not have the wit to do this: the wiser,the waywarder: make the doors upon a woman's wit, and it willout at the casement; shut that, and it will out at the keyhole;stop that, 'twill fly with the smoke out at the chimney. ORLANDO. A man that had a wife with such a ... |
--Wilt thou lovesuch a woman? --What, to make thee an instrument, and play falsestrains upon thee! Not to be endured! --Well, go your way to her,--for I see love hath made thee a tame snake,--and say this toher;--that if she love me, I charge her to love thee; if she willnot, I will never have her unless thou entreat f... |
A fair name. Wast born i' the forest here? WILLIAM. Ay, sir, I thank God. TOUCHSTONE. "Thank God;"--a good answer. Art rich? WILLIAM. Faith, sir, so-so. TOUCHSTONE. "So-so" is good, very good, very excellent good:--andyet it is not; it is but so-so. Art thou wise? WILLIAM. Ay, sir, I have a pretty wit. TOUCHSTONE. Why,... |
And so am I for Ganymede. ORLANDO. And so am I for Rosalind. ROSALIND. And so am I for no woman. PHEBE. [To ROSALIND. ] If this be so, why blame you me to love you? SILVIUS. [To PHEBE. ] If this be so, why blame you me to love you? ORLANDO. If this be so, why blame you me to love you? ROSALIND. Why do you speak too,--'... |
TOUCHSTONE. Faith, we met, and found the quarrel was upon the seventh cause. JAQUES. How seventh cause? Good my lord, like this fellow. DUKE SENIOR. I like him very well. TOUCHSTONE. God 'ild you, sir; I desire you of the like. I press inhere, sir, amongst the rest of the country copulatives, to swearand to forswear; a... |
This Etext file is presented by Project Gutenberg, incooperation with World Library, Inc. , from their Library of theFuture and Shakespeare CDROMS. Project Gutenberg often releasesEtexts that are NOT placed in the Public Domain! ! *This Etext has certain copyright implications you should read! *<<THIS ELECTRONIC VERSI... |
I love your Majesty According to my bond; no more nor less. Lear. How, how, Cordelia? Mend your speech a little, Lest it may mar your fortunes. Cor. Good my lord, You have begot me, bred me, lov'd me; I Return those duties back as are right fit, Obey you, love you, and most honour you. Why hav... |
base, base? Who, in the lusty stealth of nature, take More composition and fierce quality Than doth, within a dull, stale, tired bed, Go to th' creating a whole tribe of fops Got 'tween asleep and wake? Well then, Legitimate Edgar, I must have your land. Our father's love is to the bastard E... |
If he distaste it, let him to our sister, Whose mind and mine I know in that are one, Not to be overrul'd. Idle old man, That still would manage those authorities That he hath given away! Now, by my life, Old fools are babes again, and must be us'd With checks as flatteries, when they are seen a... |
He will not believe a fool. Lear. A bitter fool! Fool. Dost thou know the difference, my boy, between a bitter fool and a sweet fool? Lear. No, lad; teach me. Fool. That lord that counsell'd thee To give away thy land, Come place him here by me- Do thou for him stand. T... |
Court before the Duke of Albany's Palace. Enter Lear, Kent, and Fool. Lear. Go you before to Gloucester with these letters. Acquaintmy daughter no further with anything you know than comes fromher demand out of the letter. If your diligence be not speedy, I shall be there afore you. Kent. I will not sleep... |
Reg. No marvel then though he were ill affected. 'Tis they have put him on the old man's death, To have th' expense and waste of his revenues. I have this present evening from my sister Been well inform'd of them, and with such cautions That, if they come to sojourn at my house, I'll not be ther... |
Why, madam, if I were your father's dog, You should not use me so. Reg. Sir, being his knave, I will. Corn. This is a fellow of the selfsame colour Our sister speaks of. Come, bring away the stocks! Stocks brought out. Glou. Let me beseech your Grace not to do so. ... |
Some other time for that. - Beloved Regan, Thy sister's naught. O Regan, she hath tied Sharp-tooth'd unkindness, like a vulture, here! [Lays his hand on his heart. ] I can scarce speak to thee. Thou'lt not believe With how deprav'd a quality- O Regan! Reg. I pray you, ... |
Corn. Shut up your doors, my lord: 'tis a wild night. My Regan counsels well. Come out o' th' storm. [Exeunt. ]<<THIS ELECTRONIC VERSION OF THE COMPLETE WORKS OF WILLIAMSHAKESPEARE IS COPYRIGHT 1990-1993 BY WORLD LIBRARY, INC. , AND ISPROVIDED BY PROJECT GUTENBERG ETEXT OF CARNEGIE MELLON UNIVERSITYWITH PERMISSION.... |
Poor Tom! Enter Fool [from the hovel]. Fool. Come not in here, nuncle, here's a spirit. Help me, helpme! Kent. Give me thy hand. Who's there? Fool. A spirit, a spirit! He says his name's poor Tom. Kent. What art thou that dost grumble there i' th' straw? Come forth. Enter Edg... |
A farmhouse near Gloucester's Castle. Enter Gloucester, Lear, Kent, Fool, and Edgar. Glou. Here is better than the open air; take it thankfully. Iwill piece out the comfort with what addition I can. I will notbe long from you. Kent. All the power of his wits have given way to hisimpatience. The gods rewar... |
With robber's hands my hospitable favours You should not ruffle thus. What will you do? Corn. Come, sir, what letters had you late from France? Reg. Be simple-answer'd, for we know the truth. Corn. And what confederacy have you with the traitors Late footed in the kingdom? Reg. To whose hands have you sent ... |
Glou. Come hither, fellow. Edg. [aside] And yet I must. - Bless thy sweet eyes, they bleed. Glou. Know'st thou the way to Dover? Edg. Both stile and gate, horseway and footpath. Poor Tom hathbeen scar'd out of his good wits. Bless thee, good man's son,from the foul fiend! Five fiends have been in poor Tom at... |
Gent. 'Tis so; they are afoot. Kent. Well, sir, I'll bring you to our master Lear And leave you to attend him. Some dear cause Will in concealment wrap me up awhile. When I am known aright, you shall not grieve Lending me this acquaintance. I pray you go Along with me. ... |
A poor unfortunate beggar. Edg. As I stood here below, methought his eyes Were two full moons; he had a thousand noses, Horns whelk'd and wav'd like the enridged sea. It was some fiend. Therefore, thou happy father, Think that the clearest gods, who make them honours Of men's impossibility, have pr... |
Glou. You ever-gentle gods, take my breath from me; Let not my worser spirit tempt me again To die before you please! Edg. Well pray you, father. Glou. Now, good sir, what are you? Edg. A most poor man, made tame to fortune's blows, Who, by the art of known and feeling sorrows, Am pregnant to good pi... |
The great rage You see is kill'd in him; and yet it is danger To make him even o'er the time he has lost. Desire him to go in. Trouble him no more Till further settling. Cor. Will't please your Highness walk? Lear. You must bear with me. Pray you now, forget and forgive. I am old and foolish. ... |
I'll do't, my lord. Edm. About it! and write happy when th' hast done. Mark- I say, instantly; and carry it so As I have set it down. Capt. I cannot draw a cart, nor eat dried oats; If it be man's work, I'll do't. Exit. Flourish. Enter Albany, Goneril, Regan, Soldiers. Alb.... |
Alb. But who was this? Edg. Kent, sir, the banish'd Kent; who in disguise Followed his enemy king and did him service Improper for a slave. Enter a Gentleman with a bloody knife. Gent. Help, help! O, help! Edg. What kind of help? Alb. Speak, man. Edg. What means that bloody knife? Gent. 'Ti... |
Subsets and Splits
No community queries yet
The top public SQL queries from the community will appear here once available.