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Elizabethan Playwright
William Shakespeare [1564–1616] [Note]
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The
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poet /
playwright.
The Shakespeare page is
also dedicated as a memorial to
my friend, the late Will Geer, tireless supporter of Will Shakespeare all
of his life.
Read THE WILL GEER I KNEW, by Walter Rufus Eagles
[PDF] and WILL
GEER: STAGE PRESENCE, by Fritz Lyon [PDF]
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.Fifty
Seven Sonnets:
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Accuse me thus: that I have
scanted all. . .[0:46]
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Alas,
tis true, I have gone here and there . . . [0:52]
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As
a decrepit father takes delight . . . [0:57]
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As
fast as thou shalt wane, so fast thou growest. . .
[0:57]
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But do thy worst to steal thyself away. . . [0:48]
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But wherefore do not you a mightier way. . . [0.55]
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Being
your slave, what should I do. . ?
[0:46]
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Devouring
time, blunt thou the lion's paws. . . [0:52]
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For
shame deny
that thou bear'st love to any. . . [0:53]
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From
fairest creatures we desire increase. . .
[0:51]
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Full
many a glorious morning have I seen. . . [0:50]
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How can I then return in happy plight. . . [0:57]
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How can my Muse want subject to invent. . . [0:50]
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How
like a winter hath my absence been. . .
[0:51]
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How
oft, when thou, my music, music play'st . . .
[0:47]
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How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame. . .[0:52]
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Is it for fear to
wet a widow's eye. . . [0:50]
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Is
it thy will thy image should keep open. . . [0:50]
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Let
me not to the marriage of true minds. . . [0:45]
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Let not my love be call'd idolatry. . . [0:53]
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Lo! in the orient
when the gracious light. . . [0:52]
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Look
in thy glass and tell the face thou viewest. . . [0:51]
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Music to hear, why hear'st thou music sadly. . . [0:58]
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My
glass shall not persuade me I am old. . .
[0:52]
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My
mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun . . .
[0:52]
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No more be grieved at that which thou hast done. . .
[1:03]
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Not
from the stars do I my judgment pluck. . .
[0:52]
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Not
from the stars do I my judgment pluck. . .
[0:47][newer
recording]
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Not
marble, nor the gilded monuments of princes. . . [0:49]
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Not
mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul . . .
[0:54]
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O, for my sake do you with Fortune
chide. . .
[0:50]
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O
never say that I was false of heart. . .
[0:48]
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O, that you were
yourself! . . . [0:47]
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O thou, my
lovely boy, who in thy power. . .[0:48]
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Poor
soul, the centre of my sinful earth. . .
[0:50]
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Shall
I compare thee to a summer's day?.
. . [0:49]
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Since
brass nor stone nor earth nor boundless sea. . . [0:49]
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Since
I left you, mine eye is in my mind. . .[0:53]
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So is it not with me as with that Muse. . .
[0:52]
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So shall I live, supposing thou art true. . .[0:52]
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Some
glory in their birth, some in their skill. . .[0:53]
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The
expense of spirit in a waste of shame. . .
[0:51]
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That
god forbid that made me first your slave. . .
[0:46]
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Then hate me when thou wilt; if ever, now. . .[1:00]
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Then, let not winter's ragged hand
deface. . . [0:47]
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They that have power to hurt and will do none. . .[0:55]
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Those
hours, that with gentle work did frame. . .
[0:51]
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Thy
bosom is endeared with all hearts. . .
[0:54]
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Tired
with all these, for restful death I cry. . . [0:52]
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To
me, fair friend, you never can be old. . .
[0:50]
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Unthrifty
loveliness, why dost thou spend. . .
[0:51]
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Weary
with toil, I haste me to my bed . . .
[0:53]
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When
forty winters shall besiege thy brow . . .
[0:50]
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When I consider every thing that grows. . .[0:54]
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When I do count the clock that tells the time. . .
[1:03]
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When I do count the clock that tells the time. . .[1:04][newer
recording]
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When
in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes . . .
[0:47]
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When
in the chronicle of wasted time . . .
[0:45]
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When
to the sessions of sweet silent thought . . . [0:48]
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Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day. . . [0:59]
Most of the above
sonnets can be both read and heard at EducETH,
Zurich, and many other sonnets as well by other readers for this
worldwide college level database.
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Ten Short Poems:
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Eight Monologues:
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- Hamlet's
Soliloquy, from Hamlet, (I,ii)
(O that this
too too sullied flesh. . .)[2:10 ]
- Hamlet's
Soliloquy, from Hamlet, (III,i)
(To be or not to be. . .)[2:00 ]
- Tomorrow
and tomorrow and tomorrow,
from Macbeth (V,
verses 19-28) [0:53]
- All
the world's a stage,
from As
You Like It [1:32] ["The Seven Ages
of Man"]
- Our
revels now are ended,
from The Tempest (IV, i) [0:40]
- All
the infections that the sun sucks up: Caliban's
monologue from The Tempest
(II,ii) [0:53]
- Clarence's
Monologue (I,i) from Richard III [2:54]
(Oh! - I have passed a miserable night. .
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- Richard's
Monologue (III,i) from Richard III [2:29]
(Now is the winter of our discontent. . .)
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