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THE PASSIONATE PILGRIM
THE PHOENIX AND THE TURTLE
THE RAPE OF LUCRECE
VENUS AND ADONIS
THE SONNETS | null | 117
Accuse me thus, that I have scanted all,
Wherein I should your great deserts repay,
Forgot upon your dearest love to call,
Whereto all bonds do tie me day by day,
That I have frequent been with unknown minds,
And given to time your own dear-purchased right,
That I have hoisted sail to all the winds
Which should tr... | poem | 0 |
ACT II | null | And here my mistress. Would that he were gone!
Enter Oberon at one door, with his Train, and Titania at another, with
hers.
OBERON.
Ill met by moonlight, proud Titania.
TITANIA.
What, jealous Oberon! Fairies, skip hence;
I have forsworn his bed and company.
OBERON.
Tarry, rash wanton; am not I thy lord?
TITANIA.... | poem | 1 |
ACT IV | null | URSULA.
Madam, you must come to your uncle. Yonder’s old coil at home: it
is proved, my Lady Hero hath been falsely accused, the Prince and
Claudio mightily abused; and Don John is the author of all, who
is fled and gone. Will you come presently? | poem | 2 |
THE PASSIONATE PILGRIM
THE PHOENIX AND THE TURTLE
THE RAPE OF LUCRECE
VENUS AND ADONIS
THE SONNETS | null | 37
As a decrepit father takes delight,
To see his active child do deeds of youth,
So I, made lame by Fortune’s dearest spite
Take all my comfort of thy worth and truth.
For whether beauty, birth, or wealth, or wit,
Or any of these all, or all, or more
Entitled in thy parts, do crowned sit,
I make my love engrafted to ... | poem | 3 |
ACT IV | null | DON PEDRO.
Good Signior Leonato, you are come to meet your trouble: the
fashion of the world is to avoid cost, and you encounter it. | poem | 4 |
THE PASSIONATE PILGRIM
THE PHOENIX AND THE TURTLE
THE RAPE OF LUCRECE
VENUS AND ADONIS
THE SONNETS | null | 129
Th’ expense of spirit in a waste of shame
Is lust in action, and till action, lust
Is perjured, murd’rous, bloody full of blame,
Savage, extreme, rude, cruel, not to trust,
Enjoyed no sooner but despised straight,
Past reason hunted, and no sooner had
Past reason hated as a swallowed bait,
On purpose laid to make ... | poem | 5 |
TWO GAOLERS | null | QUEEN, wife to Cymbeline
IMOGEN, daughter to Cymbeline by a former queen
HELEN, a lady attending on Imogen | poem | 6 |
ACT IV | null | BENEDICK.
If I do, hang me in a bottle like a cat and shoot at me; and he
that hits me, let him be clapped on the shoulder and called Adam. | poem | 7 |
ACT IV | null | FRIAR.
Hear me a little;
For I have only been silent so long,
And given way unto this course of fortune,
By noting of the lady: I have mark’d
A thousand blushing apparitions
To start into her face; a thousand innocent shames
In angel whiteness bear away those blushes;
And... | poem | 8 |
ACT IV | null | Dramatis Personæ
KING HENRY V.
DUKE OF CLARENCE, brother to the King.
DUKE OF BEDFORD, brother to the King.
DUKE OF GLOUCESTER, brother to the King.
DUKE OF EXETER, uncle to the King.
DUKE OF YORK, cousin to the King.
EARL OF SALISBURY.
EARL OF HUNTINGDON.
EARL OF WESTMORLAND.
EARL OF WARWICK.
ARCHBISHOP OF CANTERBURY... | poem | 9 |
LORD SCALES
LORD SAYE
MATTHEW GOUGH | null | Alexander IDEN, a Kentish gentleman
Lords, Ladies, and Attendants, Petitioners, Aldermen, a Herald, a
Beadle, Sheriff, and Officers, Citizens, Prentices, Falconers, Guards,
Soldiers, Messengers, &c.
A Spirit
SCENE: England. | poem | 10 |
ACT IV | null | Scene I. The plains of Philippi.
Scene II. The same. The field of battle.
Scene III. Another part of the field.
Scene IV. Another part of the field.
Scene V. Another part of the field. | poem | 11 |
ACT IV | null | Re-enter Curtis.
GRUMIO.
Where is he?
CURTIS.
In her chamber, making a sermon of continency to her;
And rails, and swears, and rates, that she, poor soul,
Knows not which way to stand, to look, to speak,
And sits as one new risen from a dream.
Away, away! for he is coming hither.
[_Exeunt._]
Re-enter Petruchio.
PE... | poem | 12 |
THE PASSIONATE PILGRIM
THE PHOENIX AND THE TURTLE
THE RAPE OF LUCRECE
VENUS AND ADONIS
THE SONNETS | null | 39
O how thy worth with manners may I sing,
When thou art all the better part of me?
What can mine own praise to mine own self bring:
And what is’t but mine own when I praise thee?
Even for this, let us divided live,
And our dear love lose name of single one,
That by this separation I may give:
That due to thee which ... | poem | 13 |
INDUCTION | null | SCENE I. The same.
Enter Lord Bardolph.
LORD BARDOLPH.
Who keeps the gate here, ho?
The Porter opens the gate.
Where is the Earl?
PORTER.
What shall I say you are?
LORD BARDOLPH.
Tell thou the Earl
That the Lord Bardolph doth attend him here.
PORTER.
His lordship is walk’d forth into the orchard.
Please it your ... | poem | 14 |
A SOOTHSAYER
A CLOWN | null | SCENE I. Alexandria. A Room in Cleopatra’s palace.
Enter Demetrius and Philo.
PHILO.
Nay, but this dotage of our general’s
O’erflows the measure. Those his goodly eyes,
That o’er the files and musters of the war
Have glowed like plated Mars, now bend, now turn
The office and devotion of their view
Upon a tawny front... | poem | 15 |
ACT III | null | HERO.
Why, every day, tomorrow. Come, go in:
I’ll show thee some attires, and have thy counsel
Which is the best to furnish me tomorrow. | poem | 16 |
LUCIUS
LUCULLUS
SEMPRONIUS | null | flattering lords
VENTIDIUS, one of Timon's false friends
ALCIBIADES, an Athenian captain
APEMANTUS, a churlish philosopher
FLAVIUS, steward to Timon | poem | 17 |
THE PASSIONATE PILGRIM
THE PHOENIX AND THE TURTLE
THE RAPE OF LUCRECE
VENUS AND ADONIS
THE SONNETS | null | 152
In loving thee thou know’st I am forsworn,
But thou art twice forsworn to me love swearing,
In act thy bed-vow broke and new faith torn,
In vowing new hate after new love bearing:
But why of two oaths’ breach do I accuse thee,
When I break twenty? I am perjured most,
For all my vows are oaths but to misuse thee:
A... | poem | 18 |
DUKE OF VENICE | null | SCENE I. Venice. A street.
Enter Roderigo and Iago.
RODERIGO.
Tush, never tell me, I take it much unkindly
That thou, Iago, who hast had my purse,
As if the strings were thine, shouldst know of this.
IAGO.
’Sblood, but you will not hear me.
If ever I did dream of such a matter,
Abhor me.
RODERIGO.
Thou told’st me,... | poem | 19 |
ACT III | null | DOGBERRY.
Go, good partner, go get you to Francis Seacoal; bid him bring
his pen and inkhorn to the gaol: we are now to examination these
men. | poem | 20 |
THE PASSIONATE PILGRIM
THE PHOENIX AND THE TURTLE
THE RAPE OF LUCRECE
VENUS AND ADONIS
THE SONNETS | null | 84
Who is it that says most, which can say more,
Than this rich praise: that you alone are you,
In whose confine immured is the store,
Which should example where your equal grew.
Lean penury within that pen doth dwell,
That to his subject lends not some small glory,
But he that writes of you, if he can tell,
That you ... | poem | 21 |
ACT IV | null | Re-enter Biondello.
How now! what news?
BIONDELLO.
Sir, my mistress sends you word
That she is busy and she cannot come.
PETRUCHIO.
How! She’s busy, and she cannot come!
Is that an answer?
GREMIO.
Ay, and a kind one too:
Pray God, sir, your wife send you not a worse.
PETRUCHIO.
I hope better.
HORTENSIO.
Sirrah Bi... | poem | 22 |
ACT III | null | Enter Gower.
GOWER.
Now sleep yslaked hath the rouse;
No din but snores about the house,
Made louder by the o’erfed breast
Of this most pompous marriage feast.
The cat, with eyne of burning coal,
Now couches fore the mouse’s hole;
And crickets sing at the oven’s mouth,
Are the blither for their drouth.
Hymen hath brou... | poem | 23 |
ACT IV | null | Enter Chorus.
CHORUS.
Now entertain conjecture of a time
When creeping murmur and the poring dark
Fills the wide vessel of the universe.
From camp to camp through the foul womb of night
The hum of either army stilly sounds,
That the fix’d sentinels almost receive
The secret whispers of each other’s watch;
Fire answers... | poem | 24 |
ACT IV | null | Dramatis Personæ
KING HENRY the Sixth
DUKE OF GLOUCESTER, uncle to the King, and Protector
DUKE OF BEDFORD, uncle to the King, and Regent of France
DUKE OF EXETER, (Thomas Beaufort), great-uncle to the King
BISHOP OF WINCHESTER (Henry Beaufort), great-uncle to the King,
afterwards Cardinal
DUKE OF SOMERSET (John Beauf... | poem | 25 |
ACT IV | null | BEATRICE.
Princes and Counties! Surely, a princely testimony, a goodly
Count Comfect; a sweet gallant, surely! O! that I were a man for
his sake, or that I had any friend would be a man for my sake!
But manhood is melted into curtsies, valour into compliment, and
men are only turned into t... | poem | 26 |
ACT IV | null | BENEDICK.
‘Suffer love,’ a good epithet! I do suffer love indeed, for I
love thee against my will. | poem | 27 |
THE PASSIONATE PILGRIM
THE PHOENIX AND THE TURTLE
THE RAPE OF LUCRECE
VENUS AND ADONIS
THE SONNETS | null | 148
O me! what eyes hath love put in my head,
Which have no correspondence with true sight,
Or if they have, where is my judgment fled,
That censures falsely what they see aright?
If that be fair whereon my false eyes dote,
What means the world to say it is not so?
If it be not, then love doth well denote,
Love’s eye ... | poem | 28 |
ACT IV | null | SCENE I. A room in the Castle.
Enter King, Queen, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.
KING.
There’s matter in these sighs. These profound heaves
You must translate. ’tis fit we understand them.
Where is your son?
QUEEN.
Bestow this place on us a little while.
[_To Rosencrantz and Guildenstern, who go out._]
Ah, my goo... | poem | 29 |
THE PASSIONATE PILGRIM
THE PHOENIX AND THE TURTLE
THE RAPE OF LUCRECE
VENUS AND ADONIS
THE SONNETS | null | 97
How like a winter hath my absence been
From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year!
What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen!
What old December’s bareness everywhere!
And yet this time removed was summer’s time,
The teeming autumn big with rich increase,
Bearing the wanton burden of the prime,
Like widowed ... | poem | 30 |
THE PASSIONATE PILGRIM
THE PHOENIX AND THE TURTLE
THE RAPE OF LUCRECE
VENUS AND ADONIS
THE SONNETS | null | 80
O how I faint when I of you do write,
Knowing a better spirit doth use your name,
And in the praise thereof spends all his might,
To make me tongue-tied speaking of your fame.
But since your wort, wide as the ocean is,
The humble as the proudest sail doth bear,
My saucy bark (inferior far to his)
On your broad main... | poem | 31 |
ACT III | null | DOGBERRY.
You have: I knew it would be your answer. Well, for your favour,
sir, why, give God thanks, and make no boast of it; and for your
writing and reading, let that appear when there is no need of
such vanity. You are thought here to be the most senseless and
fit man for the constable... | poem | 32 |
ACT IV | null | SCENE V. Mytilene. A street before the brothel.
Enter, from the brothel, two Gentlemen.
FIRST GENTLEMAN.
Did you ever hear the like?
SECOND GENTLEMAN.
No, nor never shall do in such a place as this, she being once gone.
FIRST GENTLEMAN.
But to have divinity preached there! did you ever dream of such a
thing?
SECO... | poem | 33 |
ACT II | null | DON PEDRO.
How, how, I pray you? You amaze me: I would have thought her
spirit had been invincible against all assaults of affection. | poem | 34 |
ACT IV | null | CLAUDIO.
Leonato, stand I here?
Is this the Prince? Is this the Prince’s brother?
Is this face Hero’s? Are our eyes our own? | poem | 35 |
THE PROLOGUE | null | A fair assembly. [_Gives back the paper_] Whither should they come?
SERVANT.
Up.
ROMEO.
Whither to supper?
SERVANT.
To our house.
ROMEO.
Whose house?
SERVANT.
My master’s.
ROMEO.
Indeed I should have ask’d you that before.
SERVANT.
Now I’ll tell you without asking. My master is the great rich Capulet,
and if you... | poem | 36 |
THE TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA
DRAMATIS PERSONAE | null | DUKE OF MILAN, father to Silvia
VALENTINE, one of the two gentlemen
PROTEUS, " " " " "
ANTONIO, father to Proteus
THURIO, a foolish rival to Valentine
EGLAMOUR, agent for Silvia in her escape
SPEED, a clownish servant to Valentine
LAUNCE, the like to Proteus
PANTHINO, servant to Antonio
HO... | poem | 37 |
ACT IV | null | Scene I. Friar Lawrence’s Cell.
Scene II. Hall in Capulet’s House.
Scene III. Juliet’s Chamber.
Scene IV. Hall in Capulet’s House.
Scene V. Juliet’s Chamber; Juliet on the bed. | poem | 38 |
ACT II | null | Scene I. Inverness. Court within the Castle.
Scene II. The same.
Scene III. The same.
Scene IV. The same. Without the Castle. | poem | 39 |
ACT IV | null | BENEDICK.
Why, i’ faith, methinks she’s too low for a high praise, too
brown for a fair praise, and too little for a great praise; only
this commendation I can afford her, that were she other than she
is, she were unhandsome, and being no other but as she is, I do
not like her. | poem | 40 |
CLEOMENES | null | You tempt him over-much.
PAULINA.
Unless another,
As like Hermione as is her picture,
Affront his eye. | poem | 41 |
THE PASSIONATE PILGRIM
THE PHOENIX AND THE TURTLE
THE RAPE OF LUCRECE
VENUS AND ADONIS
THE SONNETS | null | 132
Thine eyes I love, and they as pitying me,
Knowing thy heart torment me with disdain,
Have put on black, and loving mourners be,
Looking with pretty ruth upon my pain.
And truly not the morning sun of heaven
Better becomes the grey cheeks of the east,
Nor that full star that ushers in the even
Doth half that glory... | poem | 42 |
ACT IV | null | DON JOHN.
Will it serve for any model to build mischief on? What is he for
a fool that betroths himself to unquietness? | poem | 43 |
THE PASSIONATE PILGRIM
THE PHOENIX AND THE TURTLE
THE RAPE OF LUCRECE
VENUS AND ADONIS
THE SONNETS | null | 31
Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts,
Which I by lacking have supposed dead,
And there reigns love and all love’s loving parts,
And all those friends which I thought buried.
How many a holy and obsequious tear
Hath dear religious love stol’n from mine eye,
As interest of the dead, which now appear,
But things remo... | poem | 44 |
ACT II | null | DON PEDRO.
And he should, it were an alms to hang him. She’s an excellent
sweet lady, and, out of all suspicion, she is virtuous. | poem | 45 |
ACT IV | null | SCENE I. On board Pericles’ ship, off Mytilene. A close pavilion on
deck, with a curtain before it; Pericles within it, reclined on a
couch. A barge lying beside the Tyrian vessel.
Enter two Sailors, one belonging to the Tyrian vessel, the other to
the barge; to them Helicanus.
TYRIAN SAILOR.
[_To the Sailor of My... | poem | 46 |
ACT IV | null | Enter Biondello, running.
BIONDELLO.
O master, master! I have watch’d so long
That I am dog-weary; but at last I spied
An ancient angel coming down the hill
Will serve the turn.
TRANIO.
What is he, Biondello?
BIONDELLO.
Master, a mercatante or a pedant,
I know not what; but formal in apparel,
In gait and countenance... | poem | 47 |
ACT III | null | DON PEDRO.
Hang him, truant! there’s no true drop of blood in him to be
truly touched with love. If he be sad, he wants money. | poem | 48 |
THE PASSIONATE PILGRIM
THE PHOENIX AND THE TURTLE
THE RAPE OF LUCRECE
VENUS AND ADONIS
THE SONNETS | null | 153
Cupid laid by his brand and fell asleep,
A maid of Dian’s this advantage found,
And his love-kindling fire did quickly steep
In a cold valley-fountain of that ground:
Which borrowed from this holy fire of Love,
A dateless lively heat still to endure,
And grew a seeting bath which yet men prove,
Against strange mal... | poem | 49 |
ACT IV | null | BENEDICK.
If Signior Leonato be her father, she would not have his head on
her shoulders for all Messina, as like him as she is. | poem | 50 |
ACT III | null | Enter Petruchio and Grumio.
PETRUCHIO.
Come, where be these gallants? Who is at home?
BAPTISTA.
You are welcome, sir.
PETRUCHIO.
And yet I come not well.
BAPTISTA.
And yet you halt not.
TRANIO.
Not so well apparell’d as I wish you were.
PETRUCHIO.
Were it better, I should rush in thus.
But where is Kate? Where is... | poem | 51 |
ACT II | null | Over hill, over dale,
Thorough bush, thorough brier,
Over park, over pale,
Thorough flood, thorough fire,
I do wander everywhere,
Swifter than the moon’s sphere;
And I serve the Fairy Queen,
To dew her orbs upon the green.
The cowslips tall her pensioners be,
In their gold co... | poem | 52 |
ACT IV | null | CLAUDIO.
We have been up and down to seek thee; for we are high-proof
melancholy, and would fain have it beaten away. Wilt thou use thy
wit? | poem | 53 |
ACT II | null | SCENE I. Belmont. A room in Portia’s house.
Flourish of cornets. Enter the Prince of Morocco, a tawny Moor all in
white, and three or four followers accordingly, with Portia, Nerissa
and their train.
PRINCE OF MOROCCO.
Mislike me not for my complexion,
The shadowed livery of the burnish’d sun,
To whom I am a neigh... | poem | 54 |
ACT IV | null | SCENE I. The Coast of Kent
SCENE II. Blackheath
SCENE III. Another part of Blackheath
SCENE IV. London. The Palace
SCENE V. London. The Tower
SCENE VI. London. Cannon Street
SCENE VII. London. Smithfield
SCENE VIII. Southwark
SCENE IX. Kenilworth Castle
SCENE X. Kent. Iden’s Garden | poem | 55 |
ACT II | null | LEONATO.
There’s little of the melancholy element in her, my lord: she is
never sad but when she sleeps; and not ever sad then, for I have
heard my daughter say, she hath often dreamed of unhappiness and
waked herself with laughing. | poem | 56 |
CLEOMENES | null | The climate’s delicate; the air most sweet,
Fertile the isle, the temple much surpassing
The common praise it bears.
DION.
I shall report,
For most it caught me, the celestial habits
(Methinks I so should term them) and the reverence
Of the grave wearers. O, the sacrifice!
How ceremonious, solemn, and unearthly,
It wa... | poem | 57 |
ACT IV | null | MESSENGER.
Much deserved on his part, and equally remembered by Don Pedro.
He hath borne himself beyond the promise of his age, doing in the
figure of a lamb the feats of a lion: he hath indeed better
bettered expectation than you must expect of me to tell you how. | poem | 58 |
ACT IV | null | SCENE I. The King’s Camp near Shrewsbury.
Enter King Henry, Prince Henry, Lancaster, Sir Walter Blunt and Sir
John Falstaff.
KING.
How bloodily the sun begins to peer
Above yon bulky hill! The day looks pale
At his distemp’rature.
PRINCE.
The southern wind
Doth play the trumpet to his purposes,
And by his hollow whi... | poem | 59 |
ACT II | null | Re-enter Hortensio, with his head broke.
BAPTISTA.
How now, my friend! Why dost thou look so pale?
HORTENSIO.
For fear, I promise you, if I look pale.
BAPTISTA.
What, will my daughter prove a good musician?
HORTENSIO.
I think she’ll sooner prove a soldier:
Iron may hold with her, but never lutes.
BAPTISTA.
Why, th... | poem | 60 |
ACT II | null | SCENE 1. (Athens. A garden, with a prison in the background.)
[Enter Iailor, and Wooer.]
IAILOR.
I may depart with little, while I live; some thing I may cast to you,
not much: Alas, the Prison I keepe, though it be for great ones, yet
they seldome come; Before one Salmon, you shall take a number of
Minnowes. I am... | poem | 61 |
ACT IV | null | Scene I. Dunsinane. A Room in the Castle.
Scene II. The Country near Dunsinane.
Scene III. Dunsinane. A Room in the Castle.
Scene IV. Country near Dunsinane: a Wood in view.
Scene V. Dunsinane. Within the castle.
Scene VI. The same. A Plain before the Castle.
Scene VII. The same. Another part of the Plain.
Scene VIII. ... | poem | 62 |
ACT II | null | BENEDICK.
[_Aside_] I should think this a gull, but that the white-bearded
fellow speaks it: knavery cannot, sure, hide itself in such
reverence. | poem | 63 |
ACT II | null | BEATRICE.
So I would not he should do me, my lord, lest I should prove the
mother of fools. I have brought Count Claudio, whom you sent me
to seek. | poem | 64 |
THE PASSIONATE PILGRIM
THE PHOENIX AND THE TURTLE
THE RAPE OF LUCRECE
VENUS AND ADONIS
THE SONNETS | null | 67
Ah wherefore with infection should he live,
And with his presence grace impiety,
That sin by him advantage should achieve,
And lace it self with his society?
Why should false painting imitate his cheek,
And steal dead seeming of his living hue?
Why should poor beauty indirectly seek,
Roses of shadow, since his rose... | poem | 65 |
ACT IV | null | Enter Gower.
GOWER.
Imagine Pericles arrived at Tyre,
Welcomed and settled to his own desire.
His woeful queen we leave at Ephesus,
Unto Diana there a votaress.
Now to Marina bend your mind,
Whom our fast-growing scene must find
At Tarsus, and by Cleon train’d
In music’s letters; who hath gain’d
Of education all the g... | poem | 66 |
ACT III | null | DOGBERRY.
Why, you speak like an ancient and most quiet watchman, for I
cannot see how sleeping should offend; only have a care that your
bills be not stolen. Well, you are to call at all the alehouses,
and bid those that are drunk get them to bed. | poem | 67 |
ACT IV | null | BEATRICE.
No; and he were, I would burn my study. But I pray you, who is
his companion? Is there no young squarer now that will make a
voyage with him to the devil? | poem | 68 |
ACT IV | null | LEONATO.
There thou speak’st reason: nay, I will do so.
My soul doth tell me Hero is belied;
And that shall Claudio know; so shall the Prince,
And all of them that thus dishonour her. | poem | 69 |
ACT III | null | DOGBERRY.
Why then, depart in peace, and let the child wake her with
crying; for the ewe that will not hear her lamb when it baes,
will never answer a calf when he bleats. | poem | 70 |
ACT IV | null | BEATRICE.
I would not deny you; but, by this good day, I yield upon great
persuasion, and partly to save your life, for I was told you were
in a consumption. | poem | 71 |
ACT II | null | Hark, hark! the lark at heaven’s gate sings,
And Phœbus ’gins arise,
His steeds to water at those springs
On chalic’d flow’rs that lies;
And winking Mary-buds begin
To ope their golden eyes.
With everything that pretty is,
My lady sweet, arise;
Arise, arise!
CLOT... | poem | 72 |
ACT III | null | SCENE I. Rome. Before the Capitol; the Senate sitting.
A crowd of people in the street leading to the Capitol. Flourish.
Enter Caesar, Brutus, Cassius, Casca, Decius, Metellus, Trebonius,
Cinna, Antony, Lepidus, Artemidorus, Publius, Popilius and the
Soothsayer.
CAESAR.
The Ides of March are come.
SOOTHSAYER.
Ay... | poem | 73 |
ACT III | null | Flourish. Enter Chorus.
CHORUS.
Thus with imagin’d wing our swift scene flies,
In motion of no less celerity
Than that of thought. Suppose that you have seen
The well-appointed king at Hampton pier
Embark his royalty, and his brave fleet
With silken streamers the young Phoebus fanning.
Play with your fancies; and in t... | poem | 74 |
ACT III | null | BEATRICE.
’Tis almost five o’clock, cousin; ’tis time you were ready. By my
troth, I am exceeding ill. Heigh-ho! | poem | 75 |
THE PHOENIX AND THE TURTLE | null | Let the bird of loudest lay,
On the sole Arabian tree,
Herald sad and trumpet be,
To whose sound chaste wings obey.
But thou shrieking harbinger,
Foul precurrer of the fiend,
Augur of the fever’s end,
To this troop come thou not near.
From this session interdict
Every fowl of tyrant wing,
Save the eagle, feather’d ki... | poem | 76 |
ACT IV | null | Enter Biondello.
TRANIO.
Fear you not him. Sirrah Biondello,
Now do your duty throughly, I advise you.
Imagine ’twere the right Vincentio.
BIONDELLO.
Tut! fear not me.
TRANIO.
But hast thou done thy errand to Baptista?
BIONDELLO.
I told him that your father was at Venice,
And that you look’d for him this day in Pad... | poem | 77 |
ACT III | null | A thousand pound, Hal? A million. Thy love is worth a million; thou
owest me thy love.
HOSTESS.
Nay, my lord, he call’d you Jack, and said he would cudgel you.
FALSTAFF.
Did I, Bardolph?
BARDOLPH.
Indeed, Sir John, you said so.
FALSTAFF.
Yea, if he said my ring was copper.
PRINCE.
I say ’tis copper. Darest thou be... | poem | 78 |
THE PASSIONATE PILGRIM
THE PHOENIX AND THE TURTLE
THE RAPE OF LUCRECE
VENUS AND ADONIS
THE SONNETS | null | 130
My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun,
Coral is far more red, than her lips red,
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun:
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head:
I have seen roses damasked, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks,
And in some perfumes is there more delight,
Than i... | poem | 79 |
THE PASSIONATE PILGRIM
THE PHOENIX AND THE TURTLE
THE RAPE OF LUCRECE
VENUS AND ADONIS
THE SONNETS | null | 22
My glass shall not persuade me I am old,
So long as youth and thou are of one date,
But when in thee time’s furrows I behold,
Then look I death my days should expiate.
For all that beauty that doth cover thee,
Is but the seemly raiment of my heart,
Which in thy breast doth live, as thine in me,
How can I then be el... | poem | 80 |
PROLOGUE | null | In Troy, there lies the scene. From isles of Greece
The princes orgulous, their high blood chaf’d,
Have to the port of Athens sent their ships
Fraught with the ministers and instruments
Of cruel war. Sixty and nine that wore
Their crownets regal from the Athenian bay
Put forth toward Phrygia; and their vow is made
To r... | poem | 81 |
ACT II | null | URSULA.
You could never do him so ill-well, unless you were the very man.
Here’s his dry hand up and down: you are he, you are he. | poem | 82 |
ACT IV | null | ANTONIO.
Hold you content. What, man! I know them, yea,
And what they weigh, even to the utmost scruple,
Scambling, out-facing, fashion-monging boys,
That lie and cog and flout, deprave and slander,
Go antickly, show outward hideousness,
And speak off half a dozen dangerous words,
... | poem | 83 |
ACT IV | null | LEONATO.
Faith, niece, you tax Signior Benedick too much; but he’ll be
meet with you, I doubt it not. | poem | 84 |
THE PASSIONATE PILGRIM
THE PHOENIX AND THE TURTLE
THE RAPE OF LUCRECE
VENUS AND ADONIS
THE SONNETS | null | 131
Thou art as tyrannous, so as thou art,
As those whose beauties proudly make them cruel;
For well thou know’st to my dear doting heart
Thou art the fairest and most precious jewel.
Yet in good faith some say that thee behold,
Thy face hath not the power to make love groan;
To say they err, I dare not be so bold,
Al... | poem | 85 |
ACT II | null | LEONATO.
O! she tore the letter into a thousand halfpence; railed at
herself, that she should be so immodest to write to one that she
knew would flout her: ‘I measure him,’ says she, ‘by my own
spirit; for I should flout him, if he writ to me; yea, though I
love him, I should.’ | poem | 86 |
THE PASSIONATE PILGRIM
THE PHOENIX AND THE TURTLE
THE RAPE OF LUCRECE
VENUS AND ADONIS
THE SONNETS | null | 36
Let me confess that we two must be twain,
Although our undivided loves are one:
So shall those blots that do with me remain,
Without thy help, by me be borne alone.
In our two loves there is but one respect,
Though in our lives a separable spite,
Which though it alter not love’s sole effect,
Yet doth it steal sweet... | poem | 87 |
RICHMOND, SIR WILLIAM BRANDON, OXFORD, DORSET, | null | and others. Some pitch RICHMOND'S tent
RICHMOND. The weary sun hath made a golden set,
And by the bright tract of his fiery car
Gives token of a goodly day to-morrow.
Sir William Brandon, you shall bear my standard.
Give me some ink and paper in my tent.
I'll draw the form and model of our battle... | poem | 88 |
ACT III | null | DON JOHN.
The word’s too good to paint out her wickedness; I could say, she
were worse: think you of a worse title, and I will fit her to it.
Wonder not till further warrant: go but with me tonight, you
shall see her chamber window entered, even the night before her
wedding-day: if you lov... | poem | 89 |
THE PASSIONATE PILGRIM
THE PHOENIX AND THE TURTLE
THE RAPE OF LUCRECE
VENUS AND ADONIS
THE SONNETS | null | 87
Farewell! thou art too dear for my possessing,
And like enough thou know’st thy estimate,
The charter of thy worth gives thee releasing:
My bonds in thee are all determinate.
For how do I hold thee but by thy granting,
And for that riches where is my deserving?
The cause of this fair gift in me is wanting,
And so m... | poem | 90 |
THE PASSIONATE PILGRIM
THE PHOENIX AND THE TURTLE
THE RAPE OF LUCRECE
VENUS AND ADONIS
THE SONNETS | null | 147
My love is as a fever longing still,
For that which longer nurseth the disease,
Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,
Th’ uncertain sickly appetite to please:
My reason the physician to my love,
Angry that his prescriptions are not kept
Hath left me, and I desperate now approve,
Desire is death, which physi... | poem | 91 |
JULIUS CAESAR | null | Senators, Citizens, Soldiers, Commoners, Messengers, and Servants.
SCENE: Rome, the conspirators’ camp near Sardis, and the plains of
Philippi. | poem | 92 |
ACT IV | null | SCENE III. The temple of Diana at Ephesus; Thaisa standing near the
altar, as high priestess; a number of Virgins on each side; Cerimon and
other inhabitants of Ephesus attending.
Enter Pericles with his train; Lysimachus, Helicanus, Marina and a
Lady.
PERICLES.
Hail, Dian! to perform thy just command,
I here confe... | poem | 93 |
ACT III | null | HERO.
Now, Ursula, when Beatrice doth come,
As we do trace this alley up and down,
Our talk must only be of Benedick:
When I do name him, let it be thy part
To praise him more than ever man did merit.
My talk to thee must be how Benedick
Is sick in love with Beatrice: of this m... | poem | 94 |
ACT IV | null | BENEDICK.
And so am I, being else by faith enforc’d
To call young Claudio to a reckoning for it. | poem | 95 |
ACT III | null | Scene I. Bristol. Bolingbroke’s camp.
Scene II. The coast of Wales. A castle in view.
Scene III. Wales. Before Flint Castle.
Scene IV. Langley. The Duke of York’s garden. | poem | 96 |
ACT II | null | LEONATO.
She doth indeed; my daughter says so; and the ecstasy hath so
much overborne her, that my daughter is sometimes afeard she will
do a desperate outrage to herself. It is very true. | poem | 97 |
ACT IV | null | DON PEDRO.
By my soul, nor I:
And yet, to satisfy this good old man,
I would bend under any heavy weight
That he’ll enjoin me to. | poem | 98 |
THE PASSIONATE PILGRIM
THE PHOENIX AND THE TURTLE
THE RAPE OF LUCRECE
VENUS AND ADONIS
THE SONNETS | null | 89
Say that thou didst forsake me for some fault,
And I will comment upon that offence,
Speak of my lameness, and I straight will halt:
Against thy reasons making no defence.
Thou canst not (love) disgrace me half so ill,
To set a form upon desired change,
As I’ll my self disgrace, knowing thy will,
I will acquaintanc... | poem | 99 |
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