Plays, Quotes & Poems
Twelfth Night Shakespeare Drama Act I, Scene 1 of Twelfth Night Shakespeare Drama DUKE ORSINO’s palace. [Enter DUKE ORSINO, CURIO, and other Lords; Musicians attending] Orsino. If music be the food of love, play on;Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting,The appetite may sicken, and so die.That strain again! it had a dying fall:…
The Taming of the Shrew Shakespeare Drama Prologue Enter HOSTESS and SLY Christopher Sly. I’ll pheeze you, in faith. Hostess. A pair of stocks, you rogue! Christopher Sly. Y’are a baggage; the Slys are no rogues. Look in thechronicles: we came in with Richard Conqueror. Therefore, paucas 5pallabris; let the world slide. Sessa! Hostess. You…
The Comedy of Errors of Shakespeare Act I, Scene 1 of The Comedy of Errors of Shakespeare A hall in DUKE SOLINUS’S palace. Enter DUKE SOLINUS, AEGEON, Gaoler, Officers, and other] [p]Attendants] Aegeon. Proceed, Solinus, to procure my fallAnd by the doom of death end woes and all. Solinus. Merchant of Syracuse, plead no more;…
Measure for Measure Shakespeare Darma. Act I, Scene 1 An apartment in the DUKE’S palace. [Enter DUKE VINCENTIO, ESCALUS, Lords and] [p]Attendants] Vincentio. Escalus. Escalus. My lord. Vincentio. Of government the properties to unfold, 5Would seem in me to affect speech and discourse;Since I am put to know that your own scienceExceeds, in that, the…
The king of Navarre’s park. [Enter FERDINAND king of Navarre, BIRON, LONGAVILLE] [p]and DUMAIN] Ferdinand. Let fame, that all hunt after in their lives,Live register’d upon our brazen tombsAnd then grace us in the disgrace of death; When, spite of cormorant devouring Time,The endeavor of this present breath may buyThat honour which shall bate his…
Round about the couldron go:In the poisones entrails throw.Toad,that under cold stoneDays and nights has thirty-oneSweated venom sleeping got,Boil thou first in the charmed pot.Double,double toil and trouble;Fire burn and cauldron bubble. Fillet of a fenny snake,In the cauldron boil and bake;Eye of newt and toe of frog,Wool of bat and tongue of dog,Adder’s fork…
When icicles hang by the wallAnd Dick the shepherd blows his nailAnd Tom bears logs into the hall,And milk comes frozen home in pail,When Blood is nipped and ways be foul,Then nightly sings the staring owl,Tu-who;Tu-whit, tu-who: a merry note,While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow,And coughing drowns…
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WHERE the bee sucks, there suck I:In a cowslip’s bell I lie;There I couch when owls do cry.On the bat’s back I do fly.After summer merrily:Merrily, merrily, shall I live nowUnder the blossom that hangs on the bough.
When to the sessions of sweet silent thoughtI summon up remembrance of things past,I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,And with old woes new wail my dear time’s waste:Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow,For precious friends hid in death’s dateless night,And weep afresh love’s long since cancelled woe,And moan…