Acting 2
King Henry V Act 1 Scene 2 HENRY V
King Richard II Act 3 Scene 2RICHARD II
King Henry VI Part 1 Act 5 Scene 4 JOAN OF ARC
Romeo & Juliet Act 4 Scene 3JULIET
The Winters Tale Act 3 Scene 2HERMIONE
King Lear Act 1 Scene 2EDMUND
Macbeth Act 1 Scene 5LADY MACBETH
The Winters Tale Act 1 Scene 2LEONTES
The Winters Tale Act 1 Scene 2
LEONTES
Inch-thick, knee-deep, o'er head and ears a fork'd one!Go, play,
boy, play: thy mother plays, and IPlay too, but so disgraced a
part, whose issueWill hiss me to my grave: contempt and clamourWill
be my knell. Go, play, boy, play. There have been,Or I am much
deceived, cuckolds ere now;And many a man there is, even at this
present,Now while I speak this, holds his wife by the arm,That
little thinks she has been sluiced in's absenceAnd his pond fish'd
by his next neighbour, bySir Smile, his neighbour: nay, there's
comfort in'tWhiles other men have gates and those gates open'd,As
mine, against their will. Should all despairThat have revolted
wives, the tenth of mankind Would hang themselves. Physic for't
there is none;It is a bawdy planet, that will strikeWhere 'tis
predominant; and 'tis powerful, think it,From east, west, north and
south: be it concluded,No barricado for a belly; know't; It will
let in and out the enemyWith bag and baggage: many thousand
on'sHave the disease, and feel't not. How now, boy!
Macbeth Act 1 Scene 5
LADY MACBETH
THE RAVEN HIMSELF IS HOARSE
THAT CROAKS THE FATAL ENTRANCE OF DUNCANUNDER MY BATTLEMENTS.
COME, YOU SPIRITS THAT TEND ON MORTAL THOUGHTS, UNSEX ME HERE,AND
FILL ME FROM THE CROWN TO THE TOE TOP-FULLOF DIREST CRUELTY! MAKE
THICK MY BLOOD;STOP UP THE ACCESS AND PASSAGE TO REMORSE,THAT NO
COMPUNCTIOUS VISITINGS OF NATURESHAKE MY FELL PURPOSE, NOR KEEP
PEACE BETWEENTHE EFFECT AND IT! COME TO MY WOMAN'S BREASTS,AND TAKE
MY MILK FOR GALL, YOU MURDERING MINISTERS,WHEREVER IN YOUR
SIGHTLESS SUBSTANCESYOU WAIT ON NATURE'S MISCHIEF! COME, THICK
NIGHT,AND PALL THEE IN THE DUNNEST SMOKE OF HELL,THAT MY KEEN KNIFE
SEE NOT THE WOUND IT MAKES,NOR HEAVEN PEEP THROUGH THE BLANKET OF
THE DARK,TO CRY 'HOLD, HOLD!'
Romeo & Juliet Act 4 Scene 3
JULIETWHAT IF THIS MIXTURE DO NOT WORK AT ALL?SHALL I BE MARRIED
THEN TO-MORROW MORNING?NO, NO: THIS SHALL FORBID IT: LIE THOU
THERE.WHAT IF IT BE A POISON, WHICH THE FRIARSUBTLY HATH MINISTER'D
TO HAVE ME DEAD,LEST IN THIS MARRIAGE HE SHOULD BE
DISHONOUR'D,BECAUSE HE MARRIED ME BEFORE TO ROMEO?I FEAR IT IS: AND
YET, METHINKS, IT SHOULD NOT,FOR HE HATH STILL BEEN TRIED A HOLY
MAN.HOW IF, WHEN I AM LAID INTO THE TOMB,I WAKE BEFORE THE TIME
THAT ROMEOCOME TO REDEEM ME? THERE'S A FEARFUL POINT!SHALL I NOT,
THEN, BE STIFLED IN THE VAULT,TO WHOSE FOUL MOUTH NO HEALTHSOME AIR
BREATHES IN,AND THERE DIE STRANGLED ERE MY ROMEO COMES?OR, IF I
LIVE, IS IT NOT VERY LIKE,THE HORRIBLE CONCEIT OF DEATH AND
NIGHT,TOGETHER WITH THE TERROR OF THE PLACE,. AS IN A VAULT, AN
ANCIENT RECEPTACLE,WHERE, FOR THESE MANY HUNDRED YEARS, THE BONESOF
ALL MY BURIED ANCESTORS ARE PACKED:WHERE BLOODY TYBALT, YET BUT
GREEN IN EARTH,LIES FESTERING IN HIS SHROUD; WHERE, AS THEY SAY,AT
SOME HOURS IN THE NIGHT SPIRITS RESORT;.ALACK, ALACK, IS IT NOT
LIKE THAT I,SO EARLY WAKING, WHAT WITH LOATHSOME SMELLS,AND SHRIEKS
LIKE MANDRAKES' TORN OUT OF THE EARTH,THAT LIVING MORTALS, HEARING
THEM, RUN MAD:. O, IF I WAKE, SHALL I NOT BE DISTRAUGHT,ENVIRONED
WITH ALL THESE HIDEOUS FEARS?AND MADLY PLAY WITH MY FOREFATHER'S
JOINTS?AND PLUCK THE MANGLED TYBALT FROM HIS SHROUD?AND, IN THIS
RAGE, WITH SOME GREAT KINSMAN'S BONE,AS WITH A CLUB, DASH OUT MY
DESPERATE BRAINS?O, LOOK! METHINKS I SEE MY COUSIN'S GHOSTSEEKING
OUT ROMEO, THAT DID SPIT HIS BODYUPON A RAPIER'S POINT: STAY,
TYBALT, STAY!ROMEO, I COME! THIS DO I DRINK TO THEE
The Winters Tale Act 3 Scene 2
HERMIONE
SINCE WHAT I AM TO SAY MUST BE BUT THATWHICH CONTRADICTS MY
ACCUSATION AND THE TESTIMONY ON MY PART NO OTHERBUT WHAT COMES FROM
MYSELF, IT SHALL SCARCE BOOT METO SAY 'NOT GUILTY:' MINE
INTEGRITYBEING COUNTED FALSEHOOD, SHALL, AS I EXPRESS IT,BE SO
RECEIVED. BUT THUS: IF POWERS DIVINEBEHOLD OUR HUMAN ACTIONS, AS
THEY DO,I DOUBT NOT THEN BUT INNOCENCE SHALL MAKEFALSE ACCUSATION
BLUSH AND TYRANNYTREMBLE AT PATIENCE. YOU, MY LORD, BEST KNOW,WHO
LEAST WILL SEEM TO DO SO, MY PAST LIFEHATH BEEN AS CONTINENT, AS
CHASTE, AS TRUE,AS I AM NOW UNHAPPY; WHICH IS MORETHAN HISTORY CAN
PATTERN, THOUGH DEVISEDAND PLAY'D TO TAKE SPECTATORS. FOR BEHOLD
MEA FELLOW OF THE ROYAL BED, WHICH OWE A MOIETY OF THE THRONE A
GREAT KING'S DAUGHTER,THE MOTHER TO A HOPEFUL PRINCE, HERE
STANDINGTO PRATE AND TALK FOR LIFE AND HONOUR 'FOREWHO PLEASE TO
COME AND HEAR. FOR LIFE, I PRIZE ITAS I WEIGH GRIEF, WHICH I WOULD
SPARE: FOR HONOUR, 'TIS A DERIVATIVE FROM ME TO MINE,AND ONLY THAT
I STAND FOR. I APPEALTO YOUR OWN CONSCIENCE, SIR, BEFORE
POLIXENESCAME TO YOUR COURT, HOW I WAS IN YOUR GRACE,HOW MERITED TO
BE SO; SINCE HE CAME, WITH WHAT ENCOUNTER SO UNCURRENT IHAVE
STRAIN'D TO APPEAR THUS: IF ONE JOT BEYONDTHE BOUND OF HONOUR, OR
IN ACT OR WILLTHAT WAY INCLINING, HARDEN'D BE THE HEARTSOF ALL THAT
HEAR ME, AND MY NEAR'ST OF KIN CRY FIE UPON MY GRAVE!
King Lear Act 1 Scene 2
EDMUND
Thou, Nature, art my goddess; to thy lawMy services are bound.
Wherefore should I Stand in the plague of custom, and permitThe
curiosity of nations to deprive me,For that I am some twelve or
fourteen moonshinesLag of a brother? Why bastard? Wherefore
base?When my dimensions are as well compact, My mind as generous,
and my shape as true,As honest madam's issue? Why brand they usWith
base? With baseness? Bastardy? Base, base?Who, in the lusty stealth
of nature, takeMore composition and fierce quality Than doth,
within a dull, stale, tired bed,Go to th' creating a whole tribe of
fopsGot 'tween asleep and wake? Well then,Legitimate Edgar, I must
have your land.Our father's love is to the bastard Edmund As to th'
legitimate. Fine word- 'legitimate'!Well, my legitimate, if this
letter speed,And my invention thrive, Edmund the baseShall top th'
legitimate. I grow; I prosper.Now, gods, stand up for bastards!
King Henry VI Part 1 Act 5 Scene 4
JOAN
First, let me tell you whom you have condemn'd: Not me begotten
of a shepherd swain, But issued from the progeny of kings; Virtuous
and holy; chosen from above, By inspiration of celestial grace, To
work exceeding miracles on earth. I never had to do with wicked
spirits: But you, that are polluted with your lusts, Stain'd with
the guiltless blood of innocents,Corrupt and tainted with a
thousand vices, Because you want the grace that others have, You
judge it straight a thing impossible To compass wonders but by help
of devils. No, misconceived! Joan of Arc hath beenA virgin from her
tender infancy, Chaste and immaculate in very thought; Whose maiden
blood, thus rigorously effused, Will cry for vengeance at the gates
of heaven
King Richard II Act 3 Scene 2
KING RICHARD II
No matter where; of comfort no man speak:Let's talk of graves,
of worms, and epitaphs;Make dust our paper and with rainy eyesWrite
sorrow on the bosom of the earth,Let's choose executors and talk of
wills:And yet not so, for what can we bequeathSave our deposed
bodies to the ground?Our lands, our lives and all are
Bolingbroke's,And nothing can we call our own but deathAnd that
small model of the barren earthWhich serves as paste and cover to
our bones.For God's sake, let us sit upon the groundAnd tell sad
stories of the death of kings;How some have been deposed; some
slain in war,Some haunted by the ghosts they have deposed;Some
poison'd by their wives: some sleeping kill'd;All murder'd: for
within the hollow crownThat rounds the mortal temples of a
kingKeeps Death his court and there the antic sits,Scoffing his
state and grinning at his pomp,Allowing him a breath, a little
scene,To monarchize, be fear'd and kill with looks,Infusing him
with self and vain conceit,As if this flesh which walls about our
life,Were brass impregnable, and humour'd thusComes at the last and
with a little pinBores through his castle wall, and farewell
king!Cover your heads and mock not flesh and bloodWith solemn
reverence: throw away respect,Tradition, form and ceremonious
duty,For you have but mistook me all this while:I live with bread
like you, feel want,Taste grief, need friends: subjected thus,How
can you say to me, I am a king?
King Henry V Act 1 Scene 2
KING HENRY V
We are glad the Dauphin is so pleasant with us;His present and
your pains we thank you for:When we have march'd our rackets to
these balls,We will, in France, by God's grace, play a setShall
strike his father's crown into the hazard.Tell him he hath made a
match with such a wranglerThat all the courts of France will be
disturb'dWith chaces. And we understand him well,How he comes o'er
us with our wilder days,Not measuring what use we made of them.We
never valued this poor seat of England;And therefore, living hence,
did give ourselfTo barbarous licence; as 'tis ever commonThat men
are merriest when they are from home.But tell the Dauphin I will
keep my state,Be like a king and show my sail of greatnessWhen I do
rouse me in my throne of France:For that I have laid by my
majestyAnd plodded like a man for working-days,But I will rise
there with so full a gloryThat I will dazzle all the eyes of
France,Yea, strike the Dauphin blind to look on us.And tell the
pleasant prince this mock of hisHath turn'd his balls to
gun-stones; and his soulShall stand sore charged for the wasteful
vengeanceThat shall fly with them: for many a thousand widowsShall
this his mock mock out of their dear husbands;Mock mothers from
their sons, mock castles down;And some are yet ungotten and
unbornThat shall have cause to curse the Dauphin's scorn.But this
lies all within the will of God,To whom I do appeal; and in whose
nameTell you the Dauphin I am coming on,To venge me as I may and to
put forthMy rightful hand in a well-hallow'd cause.So get you hence
in peace; and tell the DauphinHis jest will savour but of shallow
wit,When thousands weep more than did laugh at it.Convey them with
safe conduct. Fare you well
