Brutus - Prose - intercut -Julius Caesar

Be patient till the last. Romans, countrymen, and lovers!

hear me for my cause, and be silent, that you may hear:
believe me for mine honour, and have respect to mine honour, that you may believe:
censure me in your wisdom, and awake your senses, that you may the better judge.
If there be any in this assembly,
any dear friend of aesar!s,
to him I say, that Brutus! love to aesar was no less than his.
If then that friend demand why Brutus rose against aesar,
this is my answer: "#ot that I loved aesar less, but that I loved Rome more.
$ad you rather aesar were living and die all slaves,
than that aesar were dead, to live all free men%
&s aesar loved me, I weep for him'
as he was fortunate, I rejoice at it'
as he was valiant, I honour him:
but, as he was ambitious, I slew him.
(here is tears for his love' joy for his fortune'
honour for his valour' and death for his ambition.
)ho is here so base that would be a bondman%
If any, speak' for him have I offended.
)ho is here so rude that would not be a Roman%
If any, speak' for him have I offended.
)ho is here so vile that will not love his country%
If any, speak' for him have I offended.
I pause for a reply.
Romeo- Verse -Romeo and Juliet
!(is torture, and not mercy: heaven is here,
)here *uliet lives' and every cat and dog
&nd little mouse, every unworthy thing,
+ive here in heaven and may look on her'
But Romeo may not: more validity,
,ore honourable state, more courtship lives
In carrion-flies than Romeo: they my sei.e
/n the white wonder of dear *uliet!s hand
&nd steal immortal blessing from her lips,
)ho even in pure and vestal modesty,
0till blush, as thinking their own kisses sin'
But Romeo may not' he is banished:
1lies may do this, but I from this must fly:
(hey are free men, but I am banished.
&nd say!st thou yet that e2ile is not death%
$adst thou no poison mi2!d, no sharp-ground knife,
#o sudden mean of death, though ne!er so mean,
But !banished! to kill me%.!banished!%
/ friar, the damned use that word in hell'
$owlings attend it: how hast thou the heart,
Being a divine, a ghostly confessor,
& sin-absolver, and my friend profess!d,
(o mangle me with that word !banished!%
Hamlet- Verse - Hamlet
(o be, or not to be- that is the 3uestion:
)hether !tis nobler in the mind to suffer
(he slings and arrows of outrageous fortune
/r to take arms against a sea of troubles,
&nd by opposing end them. (o die- to sleep-
#o more' and by a sleep to say we end
(he heartache, and the thousand natural shocks
(hat flesh is heir to. !(is a consummation
4evoutly to be wish!d. (o die- to sleep.
(o sleep- perchance to dream: ay, there!s the rub!
1or in that sleep of death what dreams may come
)hen we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
,ust give us pause. (here!s the respect
(hat makes calamity of so long life.
1or who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
(h! oppressor!s wrong, the proud man!s contumely,
(he pangs of despis!d love, the law!s delay,
(he insolence of office, and the spurns
(hat patient merit of th! unworthy takes,
)hen he himself might his 3uietus make
)ith a bare bodkin% )ho would these fardels bear,
(o grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death
Puck- Verse - A Midsummer Night's Dream
,y mistress with a monster is in love.
#ear to her close and consecrated bower,
)hile she was in her dull and sleeping hour,
& crew of patches, rude mechanicals,
(hat work for bread upon &thenian stalls,
)ere met together to rehearse a play
Intended for great (heseus! nuptial-day.
(he shallowest thick-skin of that barren sort,
)ho 5yramus presented, in their sport
1orsook his scene and enter!d in a brake
)hen I did him at this advantage take,
&n ass!s nole I fi2ed on his head:
&non his (hisbe must be answered,
&nd forth my mimic comes. )hen they him spy,
&s wild geese that the creeping fowler eye,
/r russet-pated choughs, many in sort,
Rising and cawing at the gun!s report,
0ever themselves and madly sweep the sky,
0o, at his sight, away his fellows fly'
&nd, at our stamp, here o!er and o!er one falls'
$e murder cries and help from &thens calls.
Juliet- Verse - Romeo and Juliet
/ Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo%
4eny thy father and refuse thy name'
/r, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,
&nd I!ll no longer be a apulet.
!(is but thy name that is my enemy'
(hou art thyself, though not a ,ontague.
)hat!s ,ontague% it is nor hand, nor foot,
#or arm, nor face, nor any other part
Belonging to a man. /, be some other name!
)hat!s in a name% that which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet'
0o Romeo would, were he not Romeo call!d,
Retain that dear perfection which he owes
)ithout that title. Romeo, doff thy name,
&nd for that name which is no part of thee
(ake all myself.
Fairy- Verse - A Midsummer Night's Dream
/ver hill, over dale,
(horough bush, thorough brier,
/ver park, over pale,
(horough flood, thorough fire,
I do wander everywhere,
0wifter than the moon!s sphere'
&nd I serve the fairy 3ueen,
(o dew her orbs upon the green.
(he cowslips tall her pensioners be:
In their gold coats spots you see'
(hose be rubies, fairy favours,
In those freckles live their savours:
I must go seek some dewdrops here
&nd hang a pearl in every cowslip!s ear.
1arewell, thou lob of spirits' I!ll be gone:
/ur 3ueen and all our elves come here anon.
Cleopatra - Verse - Antony & Cleopatra
#o more, but e!en a woman, and commanded
By such poor passion as the maid that milks
&nd does the meanest chares. It were for me
(o throw my sceptre at the injurious gods'
(o tell them that this world did e3ual theirs
(ill they had stol!n our jewel. &ll!s but naught'
5atience is scottish, and impatience does
Become a dog that!s mad: then is it sin
(o rush into the secret house of death,
6re death dare come to us% $ow do you, women%
)hat, what! good cheer! )hy, how now, harmian!
,y noble girls! &h, women, women, look,
/ur lamp is spent, it!s out! 7ood sirs, take heart:
)e!ll bury him' and then, what!s brave, what!s noble, +et!s do it after the high Roman
fashion,
&nd make death proud to take us. ome, away:
(his case of that huge spirit now is cold:
&h, women, women! come' we have no friend
But resolution, and the briefest end.