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Richard:
Thine eyes, sweet lady, have infected mine.
Anne:
Would they were basilisks to strike thee dead.
Richard:
I would they were, that I might die at once,
For now they kill me with a living death.
Those eyes of thine from mine have drawn salt tears,
Shamed their aspects with store of childish drops.
These eyes, which never shed remorseful tear--
No, when my father York and Edward wept
To hear the piteous moan that Rutland made
When black-faced Clifford shook his sward at him;
Mor when thy warlike father, like a child,
Told the sad store of my father's death
And twenty times made pause to sob and weep,
That all the standers-by had wet their cheeks
Like trees bedashed with rain--in that sad time,
My manly eyes did scorn a humble tear;
And what those sorrows could not thence exhale
Thy beauty hath, and made them blind with weeping.
I never sued to friend, nor enemy;
My tongue could never learn sweet smoothing word.
But now thy beauty has promised my fee,
My proud hard sues and prompts my tongue to speak.
Teach not thy lip such scorn, for it was made
For kissing, lady, not for such contempt.
If thy revengeful heart cannot forgive,
Lo here I lend thee this sharp-pointed sword,
Which if thou please to hide in this true breast
And let the soul forth that adorth thee,
I lay it naked to the deadly stroke
And humbly bed the death upon my knee.
He kneels and lays his breast open; she offers at it with his sword.
Nay, do not pause, for I did kill Kind Henry--
But 'twas thy beayth that provoked me.
Nay, now dispatch; 'twas I that stabbed young Edward--
But 'twas thy heavenly face that set me on.
She falls the sword.
Take up the sword again, or take up me.
Thats a piece of what Im reading for my Shakespeare class. |
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Hehe here's a passage from what I'm reading in my class:
Polonius
Yet here, Laertes? Aboard, aboard, for shame!
The wind sits in the shoulder of your sail,
And you are stayed for. There- my blessing with thee.
And these few precepts in thy memory
Look thou character. Give thy thoughts no tongue,
Nor any unproportioned thought his act.
Be thou familiar, but by no means vulgar.
Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried,
Grapple them unto thy soul with hoops of steel,
But do not dull thy palm with entertainment
Of each new-hatched, unfledged courage. Beware
Of entrance to a quarrel, but few thy voice;
Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment.
Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy,
But not expressed in fancy; rich, not gaudy,
For the apparel oft proclaims the man,
And they in France of the best rank and station
Are of a most select and generous, chief in that.
Neither a borrower nor a lender be,
For loan oft loses both itself and friend,
And borrowing dulleth edge of husbandry.
This above all, to thine own self be true,
And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man.
Farewell. My blessing season this in thee!
Laertes
Most humbly do I take my leave, my lord. |
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