The Bard
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| ROMEO AND JULIET | VENUS AND ADONIS | SONNETS AND POEMS | MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM |
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The Bard's version of "West Side Story" |
My throbbing heart shall rock thee day and night |
The English language as it was meant to be |
I woo'd thee with my sword |
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All's Well That Ends Well |
William Shakespeare | Your gentle hands lend us, and take our hearts |
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All's Well That Ends Well |
William Shakespeare | Your gentle hands lend us, and take our hearts |
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Antony and Cleopatra |
William Shakespeare | The bellows and the fan to cool a gipsy's lust |
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As You Like It |
William Shakespeare | Woe to the second-born |
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Comedy of Errors |
William Shakespeare | Methinks you are my glass, and not my brother |
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Coriolanus |
William Shakespeare | He hath widow'd many, yet he shall have a noble memory |
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Cymbeline |
William Shakespeare | I would have broke mine eye-strings, but to look upon him |
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Hamlet |
William Shakespeare | To be or not to be -- so decide, already! |
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Henry IV |
William Shakespeare | In which we meet the mighty Falstaff! |
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Julius Caesar |
William Shakespeare | The evil that men do lives after them; the good is oft interred with their bones |
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King Henry V |
William Shakespeare | Any cause of policy, the Gordian knot of it he will unloose |
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King Henry VI -- Part 1 |
William Shakespeare | The heroic Talbot takes on a devilish Joan of Arc |
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King Henry VI -- Part 2 |
William Shakespeare | What are you made of? you'll nor fight nor fly |
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King Henry VI -- Part 3 |
William Shakespeare | Farewell sour annoy! Here begins our lasting joy. |
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King Henry VIII |
William Shakespeare | Let fall a tear; the subject will deserve it |
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King John |
William Shakespeare | Here have we war for war and blood for blood |
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King Lear |
William Shakespeare | We that are young shall never see so much |
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King Richard II |
William Shakespeare | With Cain go wander through shades of night |
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King Richard III |
William Shakespeare | The day is ours, the bloody dog is dead |
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Love's Labour's Lost |
William Shakespeare | How celibacy leads to madness |
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Lover's Complaint |
William Shakespeare | My parts had pow'r to charm a sacred nun |
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Macbeth |
William Shakespeare | So foul and fair a day I have not seen |
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Measure For Measure |
William Shakespeare | Can musical beds save a life? |
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Merchant Of Venice |
William Shakespeare | The lust for revenge; the power of love. |
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Merry Wives Of Windsor |
William Shakespeare | Falstaff in love! |
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Merry Wives Of Windsor |
William Shakespeare | Falstaff in love! |
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Midsummer Night's Dream |
William Shakespeare | I woo'd thee with my sword |
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Much Ado About Nothing |
William Shakespeare | Get thee a wife: no staff is so reverend as one tipped with horn. |
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Othello |
William Shakespeare | Look on the tragic loading of this bed; this is thy work |
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Passionate Pilgrim |
William Shakespeare | I do believe her, though I know she lies |
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Pericles, Prince Of Tyre |
William Shakespeare | Led on by heaven, and crown'd with joy at last |
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Rape of Lucrece |
William Shakespeare | Then live, sweet Lucrece, live again |
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Romeo and Juliet |
William Shakespeare | The Bard's version of "West Side Story" |
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Sonnets and Poems |
William Shakespeare | The English language as it was meant to be |
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Tales From Shakespeare |
Charles and Mary Lamb | The bard's tales retold in plain English! |
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Taming Of The Shrew |
William Shakespeare | Let the world slip: we shall ne'er be younger. |
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Tempest |
William Shakespeare | Tell your piteous heart there's no harm done |
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Timon Of Athens |
William Shakespeare | Pass by and curse thy fill |
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Titus Andronicus |
William Shakespeare | Throw her forth to beasts and birds of prey; her life was beast-like |
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Troilus And Cressida |
William Shakespeare | Why should our endeavour be so loved and the performance so loathed? |
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Twelfth Night |
William Shakespeare | Never was gender bent more sweetly |
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Two Gentlemen Of Verona |
William Shakespeare | To be in love, where scorn is bought with groans |
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Venus and Adonis |
William Shakespeare | My throbbing heart shall rock thee day and night |
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Winter's Tale |
William Shakespeare | Condemned upon surmises, all proofs sleeping |