 To be or not to be. From Hamlet, Act 3, Scene 1. This is a LibriVox recording. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Recording by Jim Cadwell. To be or not to be. That is the question. Whether it is nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, or to take arms against a sea of troubles, and by opposing end them, to die, to sleep no more, and by asleep to say we end the heartache and the thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to, to a consummation devoutly to be wished, to die, to sleep, to sleep. For chance to dream, there's the rub, for in that sleep of death what dreams may come when we have shuffled off this mortal coil. Must give us pause. There's the respect that makes calamity of so long life. For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, the oppressors wrong, the proud men's contumely, the pangs of despised love, the law's delay, the insolence of office and the spurns that patient merit of the unworthy takes, when he himself might as quiet as make with a bear bodkin? Who would these vardals bear to grunt and sweat under a weary life, but that the dread of something after death, the undiscovered country from whose born no traveller returns, puzzles the will, and makes us rather bear those ills we have than fly to others we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all, and thus the native hue of resolution is sickly door with the pale cast of thought, and enterprises of great pitch and moment with disregard their currents turn awry and lose the name of action, end of to be or not to be. From Hamlet, Act 3, Scene 1. This recording is in the public domain. Oh spite, oh hell! From a Midsummer Night's dream. Act 3, Scene 2. This is a LibriVox recording. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Recording by Clarica. Oh spite, oh hell! I see you all are bent to set against me for your merriment. If you were civil and new courtesy, you would not do me thus much injury. Can you not hate me, as I know you do, but you must join in souls to mock me too? If you were men as men you are in show, you would not use a gentle lady so. To vow and swear and super praise my parts, when I am sure you hate me with your hearts. You both are rivals and love Hermia, and now both rivals to mock Helena. A trim exploit, a manly enterprise, to conjure tears up in a poor maid's eyes with your derision. An extorted poor soul's patience, all to make you sport. End of Oh spite, oh hell! From a Midsummer Night's dream. Act 3, Scene 2. This recording is in the public domain. My mistress with a monster is in love. From a Midsummer Night's dream by William Shakespeare. Act 3, Scene 2. This is a LibriVox recording. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Recording by Elizabeth Clutt. My mistress with a monster is in love. Near to her close and consecrated bower, while she was in her dull and sleeping hour, a crew of patches, rude mechanicals, that work for bread upon Athenian stalls, were met together to rehearse a play intended for Great Theseus's nuptial day. The shallowest thick skin of that barren sort, who Pyramus presented in their sport, foresook his scene and entered in a break, when I did him at this advantage take, an ass's knoll I fixed on his head, and on his this be must be answered, and forth my mimic comes, when they him spy, as wild geese at the creeping fowler eye, or russet-pated chuffs many in sort, rising and calling at the gun's report, sever themselves and madly sweep the sky, so at his sight away his fellows fly. And at our stamp here oar and oar one falls, he murder cries, and help from Athen's calls. Their sense, thus weak, lost with their fears, thus strong, made senseless things begin to do them wrong, for briars and thorns at their apparel snatch, some sleeves, some hats, from yielders all things catch. I led them on in this distracted fear, and left sweet Pyramus translated there, when in that moment, so it came to pass, Titania wait, and straightway loved an ass. End of My Mistress with a Monster is in Love From A Midsummer Night's Dream by William Shakespeare Act 3 Scene 2 This recording is in the public domain. Now The Hungry Lion Roars From A Midsummer Night's Dream by William Shakespeare Act 5 Scene 1 This is a LibriVox recording. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Recording by Elizabeth Klett. Now The Hungry Lion Roars And The Wolf Behoulls The Moon Whilst The Heavy Plowman Snores All With Weary Task For Done Now The Wasted Brands Do Glow Whilst The Screech Owl Screeching Loud Puts The Wretch That Lies In Woe In Remembrance Of A Shroud Now It Is The Time Of Night That The Graves All Gaping Wide Every One Letts Forth His Sprite In The Churchway Pads To Glide And We Fairies That Do Run By The Triple Heckets Team From The Presence Of The Sun Following Darkness Like A Dream Now Are Frolick Not A Mouse Shall Disturb This Hallowed House I Am Sent With Broom Before To Sweep The Dust Behind The Door End Of Now The Hungry Lion Roars From A Midsummer Night's Dream By William Shakespeare Act 5 Scene 1 This Recording Is In The Public Domain Thou Speaks To Write From A Midsummer Night's Dream Act 2 Scene 1 This Is A LibriVox Recording. For More Information Or To Volunteer Please Visit LibriVox.org Recording By Elizabeth Clutt Thou Speaks To Write I Am That Merry Wanderer Of The Night I Jest To Oberon And Make Him Smile When I A Fat And Bean-Fed Horse Beguile Naying In Likeness Of A Filly Fole And Sometime Lurk I In A Gossip's Bowl In Very Likeness Of A Roasted Crab And When She Drinks Against Her Lips Eye Bob And On Her Withered Doolap Pour The Ale The Wisest Aunt Telling The Saddest Tale Sometime For Three-Foot Stool Mistake Of Me Then Slip-Eye From Her Bum Down Topple She And Taylor Cries And Falls Into A Cough And Then The Whole Choir Hold Their Hips And Laugh And Waxin' In Their Murth And Knees And Swear A Marrier Hour Was Never Wasted There But Room, Fairy, Here Comes Oberon End Of Thou Speaks To Write From A Midsummer Night's Dream Act Two, Scene One This Recording Is In The Public Domain Call You Me Fair From A Midsummer Night's Dream Act One, Scene One By William Shakespeare This Is A LibriVox Recording For More Information Or To Volunteer Please Visit LibriVox.org Helena Call You Me Fair That Fair Again, Unsay Demetrius Loves Your Fair Oh, Happy Fair Your Eyes Are Load Stars And Your Tongues Sweet Air More Tunable Than Lart To Shepherd's Ear When Wheat Is Green When Hawthorne Buds Appear Sickness Is Catching Oh, We're Favors So Catch Fair Hermia Air I Go My Ear Should Catch Your Voice My Eye Your Eye My Tongue Should Catch Your Tongue Sweet Melody Where The World Mine Demetrius Being Bated The Rest I'd Give To Be You Translated Oh, Teach Me How You Look And With What Art You Sway The Motion Of Demetrius' Heart End Of Call You Me Fair From A Midsummer Night's Dream This Recording Is In The Public Domain What A Noble Mind Is Here Or Throne From Hamlet Act 3, Scene 1 By William Shakespeare This Is A LibriVox Recording For More Information Or To Volunteer Please Visit LibriVox.org Ophelia Oh, What A Noble Mind Is Here Or Throne The Cordiers, Soldiers, Scholars Eye, Tongue, Sword The Expectancy And Rose Of The Fair State The Glass Of Fashion And The Mold Of Form The Observed Of All Observers Quite, Quite Down An Eye Of Ladies Most Deject And Wretched That Sucked The Honey Of His Music Vows Now See That Noble And Most Sovereign Reason Like Sweet Bells Jangled Out Of Tune And Harsh That Unmatched Form And Feature Of Blown Youth Casted With Ecstasy Oh, Woe Is Me To Have Seen What I Have Seen See What I See End Of What A Noble Mind Is Here Or Throne From Hamlet Act 3, Scene 1 Love Sought Is Good From Twelfth Night Act 3, Scene 1 By William Shakespeare This Is A LibriVox Recording All LibriVox Recordings For More Information Or To Volunteer Please Visit LibriVox.org Olivia Oh, What A Deal Of Scorn Looks Beautiful In The Contempt And Anger Of His Slip A Murderous Guilt Shows Not Itself More Soon Than Love That Would Seem Hidden Love's Night Is Noon Cesario By The Roses Of The Spring By Maidhood, Honor, Truth And Everything I Love These So Anger All Thy Pride Nor Wit Nor Reason Can My Passion Hide Do Not Extort Thy Reason From This Clause For That I Woo Thou Therefore Has No Cause But Rather Reason Thus With Reason Fetter Love Sought Is Good But Given Unsought Better End Of Love Sought Is Good From Twelfth Night Act 3, Scene 1 This Recording Is In The Public Domain Stand I Condemned For Pride From Much Ado About Nothing Act 3, Scene 1 This Is A LibriVox Recording All LibriVox Recordings Are In The Public Domain For More Information Or To Volunteer Please Visit LibriVox.org Beatrice What Fire Is In Mine Ears Can This Be True? Stand I Condemned For Pride And Scorned So Much Contempt Farewell And Maiden Pride Adieu No Glory Lives Behind The Back Of Such And Benedict Love On I Will Recrite Thee Taming My Wild Heart To Thy Loving Hand If Thou Does Love My Kindness Shall Insight Thee To Bind Our Loves Up In A Holy Band For Others Say Thou Does Deserve And I Believe It Better Than Reportingly End Of Stand I Condemned For Pride From Much Ado About Nothing Act 3, Scene 1 All LibriVox Recordings Are In The Public Domain For More Information Or To Volunteer Please Visit LibriVox.org This Reading By Joanne Wheeler I Know That Virtue To Be In You Brutus From Julius Caesar Act 1, Scene 2 I Know That Virtue To Be In You Brutus As Well As I Do Know Your Outward Favour Well, Honor Is The Subject Of My Story I Cannot Tell What You And Other Men Think Of This Life But For My Single Self I Had As Leaf Not Be As Lib To Be In awe Of Such A Thing As I Myself I Was Born Free As Caesar So Were You We Both Have Fett As Well And We Can Both Endure The Winter's Cold As Well As He For Once Upon A Raw And Dusty Day The Trouble-Tiber Chafing With Her Shores Caesar Said To Me Dare Thou Cassius Now Leap In With Me Into The Sangry Flood Or Swim To Yonder Point Upon The Word A Country It As I Was I Plunged In And Bait And Follow So Indeed He Did The Torrent Roared And We Did Buffet It With Lusty Sinus Throwing It Aside And Stemming It With Hearts Of Controversy But Air We Could Arrive The Point Proposed Caesar Cried Help Me Cassius Or I Sink I As Aeneas Troy Upon His Shoulder The Old Man Shies His Bear So From The Waves Of Timer Did I The Tyred Caesar And This Man Is Now Become A God And Cassius Is A Wretched Creature And Must Bend His Body If Caesar Carelessly But Not On Him He Had A Fever When He Was In Spain And When The Fit Was On Him I Did Mark How He Did Shake Tis True This God Did Shake Cassius Did From Their Color Fly And That Same Eye Who Has Bend Off All The World Would Lose His Luster I Did Hear Him Grown I And That Tongue Of His That Fade The Romans Mark Him And Write His Features In Their Books Alas It Cried Give Me Some Drink To Tinius As A Sick Girl Ye Gods It Doth Amaze Me A Man Of Such Feeble Temper Should So Get The Start Of The Majestic World And Bear The Palm Alone I Love I Know That Virtue To Be In My Brutus From Julius Caesar Act 1, Scene 2 All LibriVox recordings Are In The Public Domain Go, Gentlemen! Every Man Unto His Charge From Richard III Act 5, Scene 3 By William Shakespeare This Is A LibriVox Recording For More Information Or To Volunteer Please Visit LibriVox.org Go, Gentlemen! Every Man Unto His Charge Let Not Our Babbling Dreams Afrite Our Souls Conscience Is But A Word That Cowards Use Devised At First To Keep The Strong In Awe Our Strong Arms Be Our Conscience Swords Our Law March On! Join Bravely! Let Us To It Pelmel If Not To Heaven Then Hand In Hand To Hell What Shall I Say More Than I Have Inferred? With All, A Sort Of Vagabonds Rascals In Runaways A Scum Of Brentons And Base-Lacky Peasants Whom Their Orchloid Country Bombs Its Fourth To Desperate Ventures And Assured Destruction You Sleeping Safe They Bring To You On Rest You Having Lands And Blessed With Beautious Wives They Would Restrain The One Distain The Other And Who Doth Lead Them But A Poultry Fellow Long Kept In Protagny At Our Mother's Cost A Milk-Sop One That Never In His Life Felt So Much Cold As Over Shoes In Snow Let's Whip These Strugglers Or The Seas Again Lash Hence These Overweening Rags Of France These Famished Beggars Weary Of Their Lives Who But For Dreaming Of This Fond Exploits For Want Of Means Poor Rats Had Hanged Themselves If We Be Conquered Let Men Conquer Us And Not These Bastard Brentons Whom Our Fathers Have In Their Own Land Beaten, Bobbed And Thumped And In Record Left Them In Their Heirs Of Shame Shall These Enjoy Our Lands? Lie With Our Wives? Ravish Our Daughters? Huck I Hear Their Drum Fight, Gentlemen Of England! Fight, Bold Yeoman! Draw, Archers! Draw Your Arrows To The Head Spur Your Proud Horses Hard And Ride In Blood Amaze The Welkin With Your Broken Staves End Of Go, Gentlemen Every Man Unto His Charge Act 5 Scene 3 This Recording Is In The Public Domain Queen Margaret From King Richard III Act 4 Scene 4 This Is A Libre Fox Recording For More Information Or To Volunteer Please Visit LibreFox.org Recording By Merna Bear With Me I'm Hungry For Revenge And I Will Claw Me With Beholding It Thy Edward Is Dead My Other Edward Is Dead To Quit My Edward Young Yoke He Is But Boot Because Both They Match Not The Hyperfaction Of My Loss By Clarence He Is Dead That Stab My Edward And The Beholders Of This Tragic Play The Adulterate Hastings Rivers Worn Grey Untimely Smothered In The Dusky Graves Richard Yet Lives Hell's Black Intelligencer Only Reserve Their Factor To Buy Souls And Send Them Thither But At Hand At Hand And Choose His Pituous And Unpitted End Earth Gapes Hell Burns Fiends Row Saints Pray To Have Him Suddenly Conveyed From Hints Cancel His Bond Of Life Dear God I Pray That I May Live To Say That Dog Is Dead End Of Margaret From King Richard III Scene 4 Act 4 This Recording Is In A Public Domain Our Rebels Now Are Ended From The Tempest Act 4 Scene 1 By William Shakespeare This Is A LibriVox Recording For More Information Or To Volunteer Please Visit LibriVox.org Oh, You Do Look My Son In A Moved Sort As If You Were Dismayed Be Cheerful, Sir Our Rebels Now Are Ended These Are Actors As I Po-Told You Were All Spirits And Are Melted Into Air Into Thin Air And Like The Baseless Fabric Of This Vision The Cloud-Capped Towers The Gorgeous Palaces The Solemn Temples The Great Globe Itself Ye All Which It Inherit Shall Dissolve And Like This Insubstantial Pagent Faded Leave Not A Rack Behind We Are Such Stoppers Dreams Are Made On And Our Little Life Is Rounded With Asleep End Of Our Rebels Now Are Ended From The Tempest Act 4 Scene 1 This Recording Is In The Public Domain Gallop A Pace You Fiery Footed Steeds From Romeo & Juliet Act 3 Scene 2 This Is A LibriVox Recording For More Information Or To Volunteer Please Visit LibriVox.org Gallop A Pace You Fiery Footed Steeds Toward Phoebus Lodging Such A Wagoner As Fireton Would Whip You To The West And Bring In Cloudy Night Immediately Spread Thy Close Curtain Love Performing Night And Romeo Leaped To These Arms Untalked Of And Unseen Lovers Can See To Do Their Amorous Rights By Their Own Beauties. Or If Love Be Blind It Best Agrees With Night Come, Civil Night Thou Sober-Suited Matron All In Black And Learn Me How To Lose A Winning Match Played For A Pair Of Stainless Maidenhoods. And Blood, Baiting In My Cheeks With Thy Black Mantle Till Strange Love Grown Bold Think True Love Acted Simple Modesty Night, Come Romeo Come Thou Day In Night For Thou Would Lie Upon The Wings Of Night Whiter Than New Snow On A Raven's Back Come, Gentle Night Come, Loving Black Come, Loving Night Give Me My Romeo And When He Shall Die Take Him And Cut Him Out In Little Stars And He Will Make The Face Of Heaven So Fine That All The World Will Be In Love With Night And Pay No Worship To The Garish Sun Oh, I Have Bought The Mansion Of A Love But Not Possessed It As Is The Night Before Some Festival To An Impatient Child That Hath New Robes And May Not Wear Them Oh, Here Comes My Nurse And She Brings News And Every Tongue That Speaks But Romeo's Name Speaks Heavenly Elegance End Of Gallop A Pace You Fiery-Footed Steeds From Romeo And Juliet Act Three, Scene Two This Recording Is In The Public Domain Oh, For A Muse Of Fire From Henry V Act One, Prologue By William Shakespeare This Is A LibriVox Recording For More Information Or To Volunteer Please Visit LibriVox.org Recorded By Craig Allen Oh, For A Muse Of Fire That Would Ascend The Brightest Heaven Of Invention A Kingdom For A Stage Princes To Act And Monarchs To Behold The Swelling Scene Then Should The War Lie Carry Assume The Port Of Mars And At His Heels Leashed In Like Hounds Should Famine, Sword, And Fire Crouch For Employment But Pardon And Gentles All The Flat Unraised Spirits That Have Dared On This Unworthy Scaffold To Bring Forth So Great An Object Can This Cockpit Hold To The Vasty Fields Of France Or May We Cram Within This Wooden Oh, The Very Casks That Did They Attest In Little Place A Million And Let Us Ciphers To This Great Accompt On Your Imaginary Forces Work. Suppose Within The Girdle Of These Walls Are Now Confined Two Mighty Monarchies Whose High Up Rear In The Butting Fronts The Perilous Narrow Ocean Parts Asunder Peace Out Our Imperfections With Your Thoughts Into A Thousand Parts Divide On Man And Make Imaginary Poisons. Think When We Talk Of A Horses You See Them Printing Their Proud Hooves Of The Receiving Earth For It Is Your Thoughts That Now Must Deck Our Kings, Carry Them Here And There, Jumping All Times Turning The Accomplishment Of Many Years Into An Hourglass For The Which Supply Admit Me Caught Us To This History Who Prologue Like Your Humble Patience Pray, Gently To Hear Kindly To Judge Our Play End Of Oh, For Amuse Of Fire From Henry V. Act One In The Public Domain Once More On To The Breach From Henry V. Act Three Scene One By William Shakespeare This Is A LibriVox Recording For More Information Or To Volunteer Please Visit LibriVox.org Recorded By Craig Allen Once More On To The Breach Dear Friends Once More Or Close The Wall Up Without English Dead In Peace There Is Nothing So Becomes A Man As Modest Humility But When The Blast Of War Blows In Our Ears Then Imitate The Action Of The Tiger Stiffen The Sinus Summon Up The Blood Disguise Fair Nature With Hard Favored Rage Then Lend The Eye A Terrible Aspect Let Pry Through The Portage Of The Head Like The Brass Cannon Let The Brow Or Whelmit As Fearfully As Doth A Gollard Rock Or Hang And Jutty His Confounded Base Swilled With The Wild And Wasteful Ocean Stretch The Nostril Wide Hold Hard The Breath And Bend Up Every Spirit To His Full Height On, On You Noblest English Whose Blood Is Fet From Fathers Of Warproof Fathers That Like So Many Alexanders Have In These Parts From More Until Even Fought And Sheed Their Swords For Lack Of Argument Dishonour Not Your Mothers Now Attest That Those Whom You Called Fathers Did Beget You Be Copy Now To Men Of Grocer Blood And Teach Them How To War And You Good Yeoman Whose Limbs Were Made In England, Show Us Here The Metal Of Your Pasture Let Us Swear That You Are Worth Your Breeding Which I Doubt Not For There Is None Of You So Mean In Base That Have Not Noble Luster In Your Eyes I See You Stand Like Greyhounds In The Slips, Straining Upon The Start, The Games Are Foot Follow Your Spirit And Upon This Charge, Cry God For Harry End Of Once More On To The Breach From Henry The Fifth Act Three, Scene One This Recording Is In The Public Domain What's He That Wishes So From Henry The Fifth Act Four, Scene Three By William Shakespeare This Is A LibriVox Recording For More Information Or To Volunteer Please Visit LibriVox.org Recorded By Craig Allen What's He That Wishes So My Cousin Westmoreland No, My Fair Cousin If We Are Marked To Die We Are An Owl To Do Our Country Loss And If To Live The Fewer Men The Greater Share Of Honor Gods Will I Pray Thee Wish Not One Man More But, Joe, I Am Not Covetous For Gold Nor Care I Who Doth Feed Upon My Cost It Yarns Me Not If Men My Garments Wear Such Outward Things Well Not In My Desires But If It Be A Sin To Covet Honor I Am The Most Offending Soul Alive No, Faith Cousin, Wish Not A Man From England God's Peace I Would Not Lose So Great An Honor As One Man More Me Thinks Would Share From Me For The Best Hope I Have Oh, Do Not Wish One More Rather Proclaim It Westmoreland Through My Host That He Which Hath No Stomach To This Fight Let Him Depart His Passport Shall Be Made And Crowns For Convoy Put Into His Purse We Would Not Die In That Man's Company To Die With Us This Day Is Called The Feast Of Crispin He That Outlives This Day And Comes Safe Home Will Stand A Tiptoe When The Day Is Named And Rouse Him At The Name Of Crispin He That Shall Live This Day And See Old Age Would Yearly On The Vigil Feast His Neighbours And Say Tomorrow Is St. Crispin Then Will He Strip His Sleeve And Show His Scars And Say These Wounds I Had On Crispin's Day Old Men Forget All Shall Be Forgot But He'll Remember With Advantages What Feats He Did That Day Then Shall Our Names Familiar In His Mouth As Household Words Harry The King, Bedford And Exeter Warwick And Talbot, Salisbury And Gloucester Be In Their Flowing Cups Freshly Remembered This Story Shall The Good Man Teach His Son And Crispin Crispin Shall Nair Go By From This Day To The Ending Of The World But We In It Shall Be Remembered So We Banned Of Brothers For He Today That Sheds His Blood With Me Shall Be My Brother Be He Nair So Vile This Day Shall Gentle His Condition And Gentlemen In England Now A Bed Shall Think Themselves A Curse They Were Not Here And Hold Their Manhoods Cheap While Any Speaks That Fought With Us Upon St. Crispin's Day End Of What's He That Wishes So From Henry V Act IV Scene III This Recording Is In The Public Domain The Feast Of St. Crispin From King Henry V Act IV Scene III By William Shakespeare This Is A LibriVox Recording For More Information Or To Volunteer Please Visit LibriVox.org Recording By Brian LeRosso October 6, 2007 What's He That Wishes So My Cousin Westmoreland No, My Fair Cousin If We Are Marked If We Are Marked To Die We Are Now To Do Our Country Loss And If To Live The Fewer Men The Greater Share Of Honor Dads Will, I Pray Thee Wish Not One Man More By Jove I Am Not Covetous For Gold Nor Care I Who Doth Feed Upon My Cost It Urns Me Not If Men My Garments Wear Such Outward Things But If It Be A Sin To Covet Honor I Am The Most Offending Soul Alive No Faith My Cousin Wish Not A Man From England God's Peace I Would Not Lose So Great An Honor As One Man More Me Thinks Would Share From Me For The Best Hope I Have I Do Not Wish One More Rather Proclaim It Westmoreland Through My Host That He Which Half No Stomach To This Fight Let Him Depart His Passport Shall Be Made And Crowns For Convoy Put Into His Purse We Would Not Die In That Man's Company That Fears His Fellowship To Die With Us This Day Is Called The Feast Of Crispian He That Out Lives This Day And Comes Safe Home Will Stand A Tiptoe When This Day Is Named And Rows Him At The Name Of Crispian He That Shall Live This Day And See Old Age Will Yearly On The Vigil Feast His Neighbours And Say Tomorrow Is St. Crispian Then Will He Strip His Sleeve And Show His Scars And Say These Wounds I Had On Crispian's Day Old Men Forget Yet All Shall Be Forgot But He'll Remember With Advantages What Feats He Did That Day Then Shall Our Names Familiar In Their Mouses Household Words Harry The King Bedford And Exeter Warwick And Talbot Salisbury And Gloucester Be In Their Flowing Clubs Freshly Remembered This Story Shall The Good Man Teach His Son And Crispin Crispian Shall Nair Go By From This Day To The Ending Of The World But We In It Shall Be Remembered We Few We Happy Few We Band Of Brothers For He Today That Sheds His Blood With Me Shall Be My Brother This Day Shall Gentle His Condition And Gentlemen In England Now A Bed Shall Think Themselves A Curse They Were Not Here And Hold Their Manhoods Cheap While Any Speaks That Fought With Us Upon St. Crispin's Day End Of The Feast Of St. Crispin From King Henry V. Act IV Scene III This Recording Is In The Public Domain The Bard She Sat In From Antonin Cleopatra Act II Scene II By William Shakespeare This Is A LibriVox Recording For More Information Or To Volunteer Please Visit LibriVox.org The Bard She Sat In Like A Burnished Throne Burned On The Water The Poop Was Beaten Gold Purple The Sales And So Perfumed The Winds Were Love Sick With Them The Ores Were Silver Which To The Tune Of Flutes Kept Stroke And Made The Water Which They Beat To Follow Faster As Amorous Of Their Strokes For Her Own Person It Begged All Description She Did Lie In Her Pavilion Cloth Of Gold Of Tissue Or Picturing That Venus Where We See The Fancy Outwork Nature On Each Side Her Stood Pretty Dimpled Boys Like Smiling Cupid's With Diverse Coloured Fans Whose Wind Did Seem To Glow The Delicate Cheeks Which They Did Cool And What They Undid Dear... There For Antonin Her Gentle Women Like The Noriades So Many Mermaids Tended Her With The Eyes And Ornings At The Helm A Seeming Mermaid Steers The Silk And Tackle Swell With The Touches Of Those Flower Soft Hands That Yerly Trame The Office From The Barge A Strange Invisible Perfume Hits The Sense Of The Adjacent Warbs The City Cast Her People Out Upon Her And Antonin And Throne Into The Market Place Did Sit Alone Whistling To Which But For Vacancy Had Gone To Gaze On Cleopatra Too And Made A Gap In Nature Yeah...Egyptian Upon Her Landing Antonin Sent To Her And Invited Her To Supper She Replied It Should Be Better He Became Her Guest Which She Entreated Ah...Curtious... Antonin Whom No Woman Heard Speak Being Barbered Ten Times Or Goes To The Feast And For His Ordinary Pays His Heart For What His Eyes Eat Only Oh...Wench She Made Great Caesar Lay His Sword To Bed He Plowed Her And She Crapped I Saw Her Once Hop Through The Public Street And Having Lost Her Breath She Spoke And Panted That She Did Make Defect Perfection And Breathless Power Breathe Forth Now Antonin Must Leave Her Utterly Never...He Will Not Age Cannot Wither Her Nor Custom Stale Her Priority Other Women Claw The Appetites They Feed But She Makes Hungry Where Most She Satisfies For Viralist Things Become Themselves In Her That The Holy Priests Bless Her When She Is Uigish End Of The Barge She Sat In From Antonin Cleopatra Act Two Seen To This Recording Is In The Public Domain Blow Our Winter Wind From As You Like It Act Two Seen Seven By William Shakespeare This Is A LibriVox Recording For More Information Or To Volunteer Please Visit LibriVox.org Thy Tooth Is Not So Keen Because Thou Art Not Seen Although Thy Breath Be You Hey Ho Sing Hey Ho Unto The Green Holly Most Friendship Is Feigning Most Loving Mere Folly Then Hey Ho The Holly This Life Is Most Jolly Freeze Freeze Thou Bitter Sky That Does Not Bite So Nigh As Benefits Forgot Though Thou The Waters Warp Thy Sting Not So Sharp As Friend Remembered Not Hey Ho Sing Hey Ho Unto The Green Holly Most Friendship Is Feigning Most Loving Mere Folly Then Hey Ho The Holly This Life Is Most Jolly End Of Blow Blow Thou Winter Wind From As You Like It Act To Scene 7 This Recording Is In The Public Domain