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Copywork using excerpts of Shakespearean plays.TRANSCRIPT
Shakespeare Copywork
Copywork Featuring fourteen Shakespearean
plays
Shakespeare Copywork Featuring quotes from fourteen Shakespearean plays.
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Two Gentlemen from Verona
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Proteus:
"O, how this spring of love resembleth
The uncertain glory of an April day;
Which now shows all the beauty of the
sun,
And by and by a cloud takes all away."
Act 1, scene 3, 84-87
Alls Well that Ends
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Helena:
"Why then tonight let us
assay our plot."
Act 3, scene 7, 43-44
Twelfth Night
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Feste:
"Journeys end in lov-
ers meeting,
Every wise man's son
doth know."
Act 2, scene 3, 44-45
As You Like It
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Jaques:
All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely play-
ers;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages.
Act 2, scene 7, 139-143
King Lear
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Lear:
"Nothing can
come of nothing:
speak again."
Act 1, scene 1,
92
Measure for Measure
Isabella:
Merciful heaven,
Thou rather with thy sharp
and sulphurous bolt
Splits the unwedgeable and
gnarlèd oak
Than the soft myrtle; but
man, proud man,
Dress'd in a little brief au-
thority,
Most ignorant of what he's
most assur'd—
His glassy essence—like
an angry ape
Plays such fantastic tricks
before high heaven
As makes the angels weep;
who, with our spleens,
Would all themselves laugh
mortal.
Act 2, Scene 2, 114-123
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Merchant of Venice
Arragon:
What's here? the portrait of a
blinking idiot,
Presenting me a schedule! I will
read it.
How much unlike art thou to
Portia!
How much unlike my hopes and
my deservings!
"Who chooseth me shall have as
much as he deserves"!
Did I deserve no more than a
fool's head?
Is that my prize? Are my deserts
no better?
Portia:
To offend and judge are distinct
offices,
And of opposed natures.
Act 2, scene 9, 54-62
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MidsuMMer’s Night dreaM
Lysander:
Or, if there were a sympathy in choice,
War, death, or sickness did lay siege to it,
Making it momentany as a sound,
Swift as a shadow, short as any dream,
Brief as the lightning in the collied night,
That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and
earth;
And ere a man hath power to say "Behold!"
The jaws of darkness do devour it up:
So quick bright things come to confusion.
Act 1, scene 1, 141-149
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Much Ado About Nothing
Hero:
"Some Cupid kills
with arrows, some
with traps."
Act 3, scene I, 106
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Othello
Othello:
I pray you, in your letters,
When you shall these unlucky
deeds relate,
Speak of me as I am; nothing
extenuate,
Nor set down aught in malice.
Then must you speak
Of one that lov'd not wisely but
too well;
Of one not easily jealous, but
being wrought,
Perplex'd in the extreme. . . .
Act 5, scene 2, 340-346
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Romeo and Juliet
Romeo:
But soft, what light through yon-
der window breaks?
It is the east, and Juliet is the
sun.
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envi-
ous moon,
Who is already sick and pale with
grief
That thou, her maid, art far more
fair than she.
Act 2, scene 2, 2-6
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Cymbeline
Jailer:
Come sir, are you ready for death?
Posthumus:
Over-roasted rather: ready long ago.
Jailer:
Hanging is the word, sir. If you be ready for that, you
are well
cook'd.
Act 5, scene 4. 151-154
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Taming of the Shew
Petruchio:
"I come to wive it wealthily
in Padua;
If wealthily, then happily in
Padua"
Act 1, scene 2, 75-76
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The Tempest
Prospero:
"Why, that's my dainty
Ariel! I shall miss thee;
But yet thou shalt have
freedom. So, so, so."
Act 5, scene 1, 95-96
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