 Can you love the gentleman from Romeo and Juliet act one scene three by William Shakespeare? Recorded for the box.org by shirt to go What say you can you love the gentleman this night? You should behold him at our feast Read over the volume of young Paris face and find a light bit there with beauty's pen Examine every married lennament and see how one another lends content and what obscured in this fair volume lies Find written in the margin of his eyes this precious book of love his unbound lover to beautify him only lacks a cover The fish lives in the sea and his much pride for fair without the fair within the hide That book in many's eyes does share the glory that in gold class locks in the golden story So shall you share all that he doth possess by having him making yourself no less End of can you love the gentleman from act one scene three of Romeo and Juliet this recording is in the public domain for more information on a volunteer Please visit LibriVox.org Bolingbroke's monologue bring forth these men from richard the second act three scene one by William Shakespeare This is a LibriVox recording For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org Bring forth these men Bushy and green I Will not vex your souls Since presently your souls must part your bodies With too much urging your pernicious lives for twerner charity Yet to wash your blood from off my hands Here in the view of men I Will unfold some causes of your deaths You have misled a prince a royal king a Happy gentleman in blood and liniments By you unhappy and disfigured clean you have in manner with your sinful hours made a divorce Betwixt his queen and him broke the possession of a royal bed And stained the beauty of a fair queen's cheeks With tears drawn from her eyes by your foul wrongs Myself a prince by fortune of my birth near to the king in blood and near in love Till you did make him misinterpret me have stooped my neck under your injuries and sighed my English breath in foreign clouds eating the bitter bread of banishment Whilst you have fared upon my sinuris Disparked my parks and felled my forest woods From my own windows torn my household coat Raised out my impress leaving me no sign Save men's opinions and my living blood To show the world I am a gentleman This and much more Much more than twice all this condemns you to the death See them delivered over to execution and the hand of death End of Bolingbroke's monologue bring forth these men From Richard the second act three seen one This recording is in the public domain Recording by Rod Lloyd Melbourne, Australia Romeo and Juliet act 4 scene 3 line 15 by William Shakespeare This is a LibriVox recording for more information or to volunteer Please visit LibriVox.org. I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins that almost freezes up the heat of life I'll call them back again to comfort me nurse What should she do here my dismal scene I needs must act alone come vile What if this mixture does not work at all shall I be married then tomorrow morning? No, no this shall forbid it lie thou there What if it be a poison which the friar subtly hath ministered to have me dead Lest in this marriage. He should be dishonored because he married me before to Romeo I fear it is and yet me thinks 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 Romeo come to redeem me There's a fearful point Shall I not then be stifled in the vault to whose foul mouth no health some air breathes in and There die strangled air 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 We're for these many hundred years the bones of all my buried ancestors are packed We're bloody tibbled yet, but green and earth lies festering in his shroud where as they say at some hours in the night spirits resort a Lack a lack is it not that I so early waking with that loathsome smells and shrieks like mandrakes torn out of the earth That living mortals hearing them run mad. Oh if I awake Shall I not be distraught and vironed with all these hideous fears and madly play with my forefathers joints and plucked and mangled Tibbled from his shroud and in this rage with some great kinsman's bone as with a club dash out my desperate brains Oh, look me thinks I see my cousin's ghost seeking out Romeo that did spit his body upon a rapier's point Stay tibbled stay Romeo. I come this do I drink to thee End of Romeo and Juliet from Romeo and Juliet Act 4 scene 3 line 15. This recording is in the public domain Gaunt's monologue Me thinks I am a prophet new inspired From Richard the second act to scene one by William Shakespeare This is a LibriVox recording For more information or to volunteer Please visit LibriVox.org Me thinks I am a prophet new inspired and thus expiring do foretell of him His rash fierce blaze of riot cannot last For violent fires soon burn out themselves Small showers last long But sudden storms are short He tires betimes that spurs too fast betimes With eager feeding food does choke the feeder Light vanity Insatiate common Consuming means Soon praise upon itself this royal throne of kings this sceptred isle This earth of majesty this seat of Mars this other Eden Dammy paradise This fortress built by nature for herself Against infection and the hand of war This happy breed of men this little world this precious stone Set in the silver sea Which serves it in the office of a wall or as a moat defensive to a house Against the envy of less happier lands This blessed plot this earth this realm This England this nurse This teeming womb of royal kings Feared by their breed and famous by their birth Renowned for their deeds as far from home for Christian service and true chivalry As is the sepulchre in stubborn jury of the world's Ransom Blessed Mary's son This land of such dear souls This dear dear land dear for her reputation through the world is Now least out. I die pronouncing it like to a tenement or pelting farm England bound in with the triumphant sea Whose rocky shore beats back the envious siege of watery Neptune Is now bound in with shame with inky blots and rotten parchment bonds That England that was want to conquer others have made a shameful conquest of itself Would the scandal vanish with my life How happy then Were my ensuing death End of Gaunt's monologue Me thinks I am a prophet new inspired From Richard the second act to scene one This recording is in the public domain Recording by Rod Lloyd Melbourne, Australia The more my wrong From the teeming of the shrew Act for scene three by William Shakespeare This is a Libra Vox recording for more information or to volunteer. Please visit Libra Vox.org Recording by Melissa The more my wrong the more his spite appears What did he marry me to famish me? Beggars that come into my father's door upon untreaty have a present alms if not Elsewhere they meet with charity But I who never knew how to entreat Nor never needed that I should entreat Imstarved for meat Giddy for lack of sleep with oath kept waking and with brawling fey And that which spites me more than all these ones He does it under name of perfect love as who should say if I should sleep or eat Toward deadly sickness or else present death I'd pretty go and get me summer past. I care not what so it beholds some food end of The more my wrong From the teeming of the shrew act for scene three This recording is in the public domain Oh, then I see Queen Mab had been with you from Romeo and Juliet act one scene four by William Shakespeare. This is a LibriVox recording for more information or to volunteer. Please visit LibriVox.org Recording by Vin Riley Oh, then I see Queen Mab have been with you She is the fairies midwife and she comes in shape no bigger than an agate stone on the forefinger of an alderman Drawn with a team of little atomies a thwart men's noses as they lie asleep Her wagon spokes made of long spinners legs the cover of the wings of grasshoppers Her traces of the smallest spider's web her colors of the moonshine's watery beams Her whip of cricket's bone the lash of film her wagon a small gray coated nut Not half so big as a round little worm print from the lazy finger of a maid Her chariot is an empty hazelnut made by the joiner squirrel or old grub Time out of mind the fairies coach makers and in this state She gallops night by night through lovers brains and then they dream of love or Courtier's knees that dream on curtsies straight or lawyers fingers who straight dream on fees Or ladies lips who straight on kisses dream which off the angry Mab with blisters plagues Because their breaths with sweet meats tainted are Sometimes she gallops or a courtier's nose and then dreams he of smelling out a suit and Sometimes comes she with a tithe pig's tail tickling a parson's nose as a lies asleep Then dreams he of another benefits Sometimes she'd drive it or a soldier's neck and then dreams he of cutting foreign throats of Breaches, ambuscados, Spanish blades of health's five fathom deep and then a non drums in his ear At which he starts and wakes and being thus frighted swears a prayer or two and sleeps again This is that very Mab that plaits the mains of horses in the night and bakes the elf locks and foul Slutish hairs which once untangled much misfortune bodes This is the hag when maids lie on their backs that presses them and learns them first to bear Making them women of good carriage. This is she End of all then I see Queen Mab had been with you from Romeo and Juliet act one scene four This recording is in the public domain Phi Phi a knit that threatening unkind brow From the taming of the shrew Act five scene two by William Shakespeare This is a LibriVox recording for more information or to volunteer. Please visit LibriVox.org Phi Phi a knit that threatening unkind brow and dart not squampful glances from those eyes To wound thy lord thy king thy governor it plots thy beauty as frost to bite the meads confounds thy fame as whirlwinds shake fair buds and in no sense as meat or amnable a Woman moved is like a fountain troubled Muddy ill-seeming thick bereft of beauty and while it is so none so dry or thirsty Will dine to sip or touch one drop of it Thy husband is thy lord thy life thy keeper thy head thy sovereign One that cares for thee and for thy maintenance commits his body to painful labor both by sea and land To watch the night and storms the day and cold whilst thou liest warm at home secure and safe and craves no other tribute at thy hands, but love Fair looks and true obedience Too little payment for so great a debt Such duty as the subject owes the prince even such a woman oath to her husband And when she is froward peevish Solon sour and not obedient to his honest will What is she but a foul contending rebel and graceless traitor to her loving lord? I am ashamed that women are so simple to offer war where they should kneel for peace or seek for rule Supremacy and sway when they are bound to serve love and obey Why are our bodies soft and weak and smooth? Unapted toil and trouble in the world But that our soft conditions and our hearts should well agree with our external parts Come come you froward and unable worms my mind hath been as big as one of yours My heart is great my reason happily more to bandy word for word and frown for frown But now I see our lances are but straws our strength is weak our weakness past compare The seeming to be most which we indeed least are Then veil your stomachs for it is no boot and place your hands below your husband's foot In token of which duty if he please my hand is ready made to him ease End of 5 5 unknit that threatening unkind brow From the taming of the shrew act 5 scene 2. This recording is in the public domain Hamlet's monologue to be or not to be from Hamlet act 3 scene 1 by William Shakespeare This is a LibriVox recording For more information or to volunteer Please visit LibriVox.org 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 the sea of troubles and by opposing end them To die to sleep no more And by a sleep to say we end the heartache and the thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to It is a consummation Devoutly to be wished To die to sleep To sleep the chance to dream I 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 man's contumely The pangs of despised love The laws delay the insolence of office and the spurns that patient merit of the unworthy takes When he himself might his quietest make with a bare bodkin Who would faddle's bear to grunt and sweat under a weary life But that the dread of something after death The undiscovered country from whose born no traveler returns Puzzles the will and makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of Thus conscience does make cowards of us all and Thus the native hue of resolution is sickled all with the pale cast of thought and Enterprises of great pith and moment with this regard their currents turn awry and lose the name of action soft you now The fair Ophelia Nymph in thy horizons be all my sins remembered End of Hamlet's monologue To be or not to be From Hamlet act three scene one This recording is in the public domain Recording by Rod Lloyd Melbourne Australia If we shadows have offended midsummer's night dreams act five scene two by William Shakespeare This is a LibriVox recording for more information or to volunteer. Please visit LibriVox.org If we shadows have offended think about this and all is mended that you have but slumbered here while these visions did appear And this weak and idle theme No more yielding but a dream Gentles do not reprehend if you pardon we will mend And as I am an honest puck if we have unearned luck Now to escape the serpent's tongue. We will make a men's air long Else the puck a liar call So good night until you all Give me our hands if we be friends and robin show restore a mens End of if we shadows have offended from a midsummer's night's dream Act five scene two This recording is in the public domain This is a LibriVox recording all LibriVox recordings are in the public domain For more information or to volunteer. Please visit LibriVox.org A sleep my love from a midsummer night's dream act five scene one line three twenty four by William Shakespeare Read for LibriVox by James Neal Joaquin, Illinois March 27th 2008 I sleep my love must cover thy sweet eyes These my lips This cherry nose These yellow cow slip cheeks Are gone as were green those sisters three Come come to me with hands as pale as them in gore Have shore with shears his thread of silk Tongue de-swored Come Of a sleep my love from a midsummer's night's dream act five scene one This recording is in the public domain Recorded by James Neal Joaquin, Illinois What light through yonder window breaks from roman juliet act two scene two by William Shakespeare Recorded for LibriVox at org pressure to go But soft what light through yonder window breaks It is the east and Juliet is the sun Arise for a sun and kill the envious moon who is already sick and pale with grief That thou her maid art far more fair than she be not her maid than she is envious Her vestal livery is but sick and green and none but fools do wear it cast it off It is my lady. Oh, it is my love Oh that she knew she were she speaks Yet she says nothing What a fact Her eye discourses I will answer it I am too bold It is not to me she speaks Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven having some business do and treat her eyes to twinkle in their spheres till they return But if her eyes were there they in her head The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars as daylight dot the lamp Her eyes in heaven would through the airy region stream so bright that birds would sing and think it were not night See how she leans her cheek upon her hand Oh that I wore a glove upon that hand that I might touch that cheek End of recording. This recording is in public domain. For more information on a volunteer, please visit Libervox.org Hermione from The Winter's Tale act 3 scene 2 by William Shakespeare This is a Libervox recording for more information or to volunteer. Please visit libervox.org Recording by Heather Sir Spare your threats The bug which you would fright me with I seek To me can life be no commodity The crown and comfort of my life your favor I do give lost For I do feel it gone, but no not how it went My second joy and first fruit of my body from his presence. I am barred like one infectious My third comfort start most unluckily This from my breast The innocent milk in its most innocent mouth hailed out her murder Myself on every post proclaimed a strumpet With the modest hatred the child bed privilege denied which belongs to women of all fashion Lastly Hurryed here to this place in the open air before I have got strength of limit Now my leech tell me what blessings I have here alive that I should fear to die Therefore proceed But yet hear this Stake me not No life I price it not a straw But for my honor which I would free if I shall be condemned upon surmises all proof sleeping else But what do your jealousies awake? I tell you Tis rigor and not law Your honor's all I do refer me to the oracle Apollo be my judge End of her money from the winter's tale act 3 scene 2. This recording is in the public domain Recording by Heather Chan Calgary Alberta Canada How happy some or others some can be From a mid-summer night's dream act 1 scene 1 by William Shakespeare This is a LibriVox recording for more information or to volunteer. Please visit LibriVox.org Recording by Heather How happy some or others some can be through Athens. I am thought as fair as she But what of that Demetrius thinks not so He will not know what all but he do know And as he errs doting on Hermia's eyes So I admiring of his qualities Things base and vile folding no quantity Love can transpose to form and dignity Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind and therefore his winged cupid painted blind Nor hath love's mind of any judgment taste Wings no eyes figure unheedy haste And therefore his love said to be a child because in choice he is so oft to be gild As waggish boys in game themselves foreswear so the boy love is perjured everywhere For Erdemetrius looked on Hermia's eye and he hailed down oaths that he was only mine And when this hail some heat from Hermia felt So he dissolved And showers of oaths did not I will go tell him a fair Hermia's flight Then to the woods will he tomorrow night Pursue her and for this intelligence if I have thanks It is a dear expense But herein mean I to enrich my pain To have his sight thither And back again End of how happy some or others some can be From a midsummer night's dream act one scene one This recording is in the public domain Recording by Heather Chan calgary alberta canada The player queen From hamlet act three scene two by william shakespeare This is a libravox recording for more information or to volunteer. Please visit libravox.org Recording by heather So many journeys may the sun and moon make us again count or and love be done But woe is me you are so sick of late So far from cheer and from your former state that I distrust you Yet though I distrust discomfort to you my lord It nothing must for women's fear and love holds quantity In either ought or in extremity Now what my love is proof hath made you know and as my love is sized my fear is so Where love is great the littlest doubts are fear Where little fear grows great great love grows there End of player queen From hamlet act three scene two This recording is in the public domain Recording by heather chan calgary alberta canada To be or not to be Hamlet act three scene one by william shakespeare This is a libravox recording for more information or to volunteer. Please visit libravox.org Recording by elouisa oizan 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 the sea of troubles and by opposing and them to die To sleep no more And by sleep to say we end the heartache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to It is a consummation devoutly to be wished To die To sleep To sleep perchance to dream Aye, 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 man's quantumly The pangs of despised love the laws delay The insolence of office and the spurns that patient merit of the unworthy takes When he himself might his quietest make with a bear botkin Who would fardels bear to grunt and sweat under a weary life? But that the dread of something after death The undiscovered country from whose born no traveler returns Puzzles the will and makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of Thus conscience does make cowards of us all And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklead or with the pale cast of thought And enterprises of great pith and moment with this regard their current turns awry And lose the name of action End of to be or not to be Hamlet act three scene one This recording is in the public domain Recording by Eloise Oison Rochester, New York U.S. If we shadows have offended Amidst summer nights dream Act five scene two by William Shakespeare This is a LibriVox recording for more information or to volunteer Please visit LibriVox.org Recording by Eloise Oison If we shadows have offended Think but this and all is mended That you have but slumbered here whilst these visions did appear And this weak and idle theme no more yielding but a dream GENTLES do not reprehend If you pardon we will mend and as I am an honest puck If we have unearned luck now to scape the serpent's tongue We will make amends ere long Else the puck a liar call So good night unto you all Give me your hands if we be friends And Robin shall restore amends And if we shadows have offended Amidst summer nights dream Act five scene two This recording is in the public domain Recording by Eloise Oison Rochester, New York U.S. The raven himself is hoarse From Macbeth Act one scene five by William Shakespeare This is a LibriVox recording For more information or to volunteer Please visit LibriVox.org The raven himself is hoarse That croaks the final entrance of Duncan under my battlements Come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts Unsex me here And fill me from the crown to the toe Top full of dire's cruelty Make thick my blood Stop the access and passage to remorse That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fel purpose Nor to keep peace between the effect and it Come to my woman's breast And take milk for gall You murdering ministers Wherever in your sightless substances You wait on natures, Miss Jif Come, thick night And paw 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 End of The raven himself is hoarse Macbeth Act one scene five This recording is in the public domain Recording by Eloise Oizon Rochester, New York U.S. Prologue from Henry V by William Shakespeare This is a LibriVox recording. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org Recording by Sheldon Greaves O, 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 warlike Harry Like himself assume the port of Mars And at his heels leashed in like hounds Should famine, sword, and fire Crouched for employment But pardon, gentles all The flat, upraised spirits That hath dared on this unworthy scaffold To bring forth so great an object Can this cockpit hold the vasty fields of France? Or may we cram within this wooden O The very casks that did affright the air at Agincourt? O, pardon Since a crooked figure may attest In little place a million And let us ciphers to this great account On your imaginary forces' work Suppose within the girdle of these walls Are now confined two mighty monarchies Whose high upriarid and abutting fronts The perilous narrow ocean parts asunder Peace out our imperfections with your thoughts Into a thousand parts divide one man And make imaginary puasance Think when we talk of horses that you see them Printing their proud hooves of the receiving earth For it is your thoughts that now must echo our kings Carry them here and there, jumping o'er times Turning the accomplishment of many years Into an hourglass For the which supply permit me chorus to this history Who prologue like your humble patience pray Gently to hear, kindly to judge, our play End of Prologue from Henry V by William Shakespeare This recording is in the public domain But I do think it is their husband's faults From Othello Act IV Scene III by William Shakespeare This is a LibriVox recording For more information or to volunteer Please visit LibriVox.org Recording by Carolyn Francis But I do think it is their husband's faults If wives do fall Say that they slack their duties And pour our treasures into foreign laps Or else break out in peevish jealousies Throwing restraint upon us Or say they strike us Or scant our former having in despite Why, we have galls And though we have some grace Yet have we some revenge Let husbands know their wives have sense like them They see and smell and have their palates Both for sweet and sour, as husbands have What is it that they do when they change us for others? Is it sport? I think it is And doth affection breed it? I think it doth Is frailty that thus airs? It is so too And have not we affections, desires for sport And frailty as men have? Then let them use us well Else let them know The ills we do Their ills instruct us so End of But I do think it is their husbands faults From Othello Act 4, Scene 3 This recording is in the public domain All the world's a stage From as you like it Act 2, Scene 7 By William Shakespeare Read for LibriVox.org By Shirtigal All the world's a stage And all the men and women merely players They have their exits and their entrances And one man in his time plays many parts His acts being seven ages At first the infant mulling and puking the nurse's arms And then the whining schoolboy With his satchel and shining morning face Creeping like snail unwillingly to school And then the lover sighing like furnace With a woeful ballad Made to his mistress eyebrow Then a soldier, full of strange oaths And bearded like the pard Jealous and honor, sudden and quick and quarrel Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth And then the justice In fair round belly with good cap in line With eyes severe and beard a formal cut Full of wise saws and modern instances And so he plays his part The sixth age shifts into the lean and slippered pantaloon With spectacles on nose and pouch on side His youthful hose well-saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank and his big manly voice Turning again toward childish treble Pipes and whistles in his sound Last scene of all that ends this strange eventful history His second childishness and mere oblivion Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything End of All The World's A Stage From As You Like It, Act Two, Scene Seven