VIEW ONLINE: http://dev.portside.org/2012-09-20/bulletted-hyperlinks SUBSCRIBE: http://portside.org/subscribe VISIT PORTSIDE.ORG: http://portside.org -------------------------------------------------------------------- Bulletted Hyperlinks! <span class="date-display-single" property="dc:date" datatype="xsd:dateTime" content="2012-09-20T00:00:00-05:00">September 20, 2012</span> By Bill Shakespeare Stratford-on-Avon News (Thu, 2012-09-20 00:00) <ul> <li> <a href="#hamlet">#hamlet</a>Hamlet</li> <li> <a href="#romeo and juliet">#romeo and juliet</a>Romeo and Juliet</li> <li> <a href="#merchant of venice">#merchant of venice</a>Merchant of Venice</li> </ul> <p> </p> <div> <a name="hamlet"></a><strong>Hamlet</strong></div> <div> </div> <div> To be, or not to be: that is the question:</div> <div> Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer</div> <div> The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,</div> <div> Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,</div> <div> And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;</div> <div> No more; and by a sleep to say we end</div> <div> The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks</div> <div> That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation</div> <div> Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;</div> <div> To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;</div> <div> For in that sleep of death what dreams may come</div> <div> When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,</div> <div> Must give us pause: there's the respect</div> <div> That makes calamity of so long life;</div> <div> For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,</div> <div> The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,</div> <div> The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,</div> <div> The insolence of office and the spurns</div> <div> That patient merit of the unworthy takes,</div> <div> When he himself might his quietus make</div> <div> With a bare bodkin? who would fardels bear,</div> <div> To grunt and sweat under a weary life,</div> <div> But that the dread of something after death,</div> <div> The undiscover'd country from whose bourn</div> <div> No traveller returns, puzzles the will</div> <div> And makes us rather bear those ills we have</div> <div> Than fly to others that we know not of?</div> <div> Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;</div> <div> And thus the native hue of resolution</div> <div> Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,</div> <div> And enterprises of great pith and moment</div> <div> With this regard their currents turn awry,</div> <div> And lose the name of action.--Soft you now!</div> <div> The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons</div> <div> Be all my sins remember'd.</div> <div> </div> <div> <div> <a name="romeo and juliet"><strong>Romeo and Juliet: Prologue</strong></a></div> <div> </div> <div> Two households, both alike in dignity,</div> <div> In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,</div> <div> From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,</div> <div> Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.</div> <div> From forth the fatal loins of these two foes</div> <div> A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life;</div> <div> Whose misadventured piteous overthrows</div> <div> Do with their death bury their parents' strife.</div> <div> The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love,</div> <div> And the continuance of their parents' rage,</div> <div> Which, but their children's end, nought could remove,</div> <div> Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage;</div> <div> The which if you with patient ears attend,</div> <div> What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.</div> </div> <p> </p> <div> <strong><a name="merchant of venice"></a>Shylock</strong></div> <div> </div> <div> If you prick us, do we not bleed?</div> <div> if you tickle us, do we not laugh? if you poison</div> <div> us, do we not die? and if you wrong us, shall we not</div> <div> revenge? If we are like you in the rest, we will</div> <div> resemble you in that. If a Jew wrong a Christian,</div> <div> what is his humility? Revenge. If a Christian</div> <div> wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance be by</div> <div> Christian example? Why, revenge. The villany you</div> <div> teach me, I will execute, and it shall go hard but I</div> <div> will better the instruction.</div> -------------------------------------------------------------------- Portside aims to provide material of interest to people on the left that will help them to interpret the world and to change it. Submit via email: [log in to unmask] Submit via the Web: http://portside.org/submittous3 Frequently asked questions: http://portside.org/faq Sub/Unsub: http://portside.org/subscribe-and-unsubscribe Search Portside archives: http://portside.org/archive Contribute to Portside: https://portside.org/donate ######################################################################## To unsubscribe from the PORTSIDETEST list, click the following link: &*TICKET_URL(PORTSIDETEST,SIGNOFF);