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Launce/Lance - TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA - Act II Scene 3

Character: Launce/Lance. He is Proteus’ servant. 

Age: Any

Play: TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA

Speech: Act II Scene 3

Brief Synopsis: Two Gentlemen of Verona is a comedy about two youthful men, Valentine and Proteus, and their adventurous love-mishaps during their time in Milan as both men fall in love with the same woman, Silvia. In this scene Proteus has just left to Milan to meet his friend Valentine, and Launce, Proteus’ servant, is dragging his dog (Crab), revealing that his dog never cried as he bid his family farewell, and proceeds to re-enact the event

Speech:

Nay, ’twill be this hour ere I have done weeping; all the kind of the Launces have this very fault. I

have received my proportion, like the prodigious son, and am going with Sir Proteus to the Imperial’s court. I think Crab, my dog, be the sourest-natured dog that lives: my mother weeping, my father wailing, my sister crying, our maid howling, our cat wringing her hands, and all our house in a great perplexity, yet did not this cruel-hearted cur shed one tear: he is a stone, a very pebble stone, and has no more pity in him than a dog: a Jew would have wept to have seen our parting; why, my grandam, having no eyes, look you, wept herself blind at my parting. Nay, I’ll show you the manner of it. This shoe is my father: no, this left shoe is my father:

no, no, this left shoe is my mother: nay, that cannot be so neither: yes, it is so, it is so, it

hath the worser sole. This shoe, with the hole in it, is my mother, and this my father; a vengeance on’t! there ’tis: now, sit, this staff is my sister, for, look you, she is as white as a lily and as small as a wand: this hat is Nan, our maid: I am the dog: no, the dog is himself, and I am the dog—Oh! the dog is me, and I am myself; ay, so, so. Now come I to my father; Father, your blessing: now should not the shoe speak a word for weeping: now should I kiss my father; well, he weeps on. Now come I to my mother: O, that she could speak now like a wood woman! Well, I kiss her; why, there ’tis; here’s my mother’s breath up and down. Now come I to my sister; mark the moan she makes. Now the dog all this while sheds not a tear nor speaks a

word; but see how I lay the dust with my tears.

Launce/Lance - TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA - Act IV Scene 4

Character: Launce/Lance. He is Proteus’ servant and has a dog called Crab.

Age: Any

Speech: Act IV Scene 4

Play: TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA

Brief Synopsis: Two Gentlemen of Verona is a comedy about two youthful men, Valentine and Proteus, and their adventurous love-mishaps during their time in Milan. After a turn of events, both fall in love with Silvia, the duke’s daughter. 

Speech:

When a man’s servant shall play the cur with him,
look you, it goes hard: one that I brought up of a
puppy; one that I saved from drowning, when three or
four of his blind brothers and sisters went to it.
I have taught him, even as one would say precisely,
‘thus I would teach a dog.’ I was sent to deliver
him as a present to Mistress Silvia from my master;
and I came no sooner into the dining-chamber but he
steps me to her trencher and steals her capon’s leg:
O, ’tis a foul thing when a cur cannot keep himself
in all companies! I would have, as one should say,
one that takes upon him to be a dog indeed, to be,
as it were, a dog at all things. If I had not had
more wit than he, to take a fault upon me that he did,
I think verily he had been hanged for’t; sure as I
live, he had suffered for’t; you shall judge. He
thrusts me himself into the company of three or four
gentlemanlike dogs under the duke’s table: he had
not been there—bless the mark!—a pissing while, but
all the chamber smelt him. ‘Out with the dog!’ says
one: ‘What cur is that?’ says another: ‘Whip him
out’ says the third: ‘Hang him up’ says the duke.
I, having been acquainted with the smell before,
knew it was Crab, and goes me to the fellow that
whips the dogs: ‘Friend,’ quoth I, ‘you mean to whip
the dog?’ ‘Ay, marry, do I,’ quoth he. ‘You do him
the more wrong,’ quoth I; ’twas I did the thing you
wot of.’ He makes me no more ado, but whips me out
of the chamber. How many masters would do this for
his servant? Nay, I’ll be sworn, I have sat in the
stocks for puddings he hath stolen, otherwise he had
been executed; I have stood on the pillory for geese
he hath killed, otherwise he had suffered for’t.
Thou thinkest not of this now. Nay, I remember the
trick you served me when I took my leave of Madam
Silvia: did not I bid thee still mark me and do as I
do? when didst thou see me heave up my leg and make
water against a gentlewoman’s farthingale? didst
thou ever see me do such a trick?

 

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Trinculo - THE TEMPEST - Act II Scene 2

Character: Trinculo

Age: Any

Play: THE TEMPEST

Scene: Act II Scene 2

Brief Synopsis: Prospero, the Duke of Milan, has been usurped and banished with his daughter. They arrive on a strange island, where Prospero spends his years ruling the creatures there with his magic. The play begins as Prospero has managed to shipwreck a boat carrying those who had caused his banishment. They arrive on the Island, and Prospero works his magic to humiliate them and to execute his revenge. In this scene, Trinculo, the jester, stumbles across Caliban- a creature of the island and slave to Prospoero.

Speech: 

Here’s neither bush nor shrub, to bear off
any weather at all, and another storm brewing;
I hear it sing i’ the wind: yond same black
cloud, yond huge one, looks like a foul
bombard that would shed his liquor. If it
should thunder as it did before, I know not
where to hide my head: yond same cloud cannot
choose but fall by pailfuls. What have we
here? a man or a fish? dead or alive? A fish:
he smells like a fish; a very ancient and fish-
like smell; a kind of not of the newest Poor-
John. A strange fish! Were I in England now,
as once I was, and had but this fish painted,
not a holiday fool there but would give a piece
of silver: there would this monster make a
man; any strange beast there makes a man:
when they will not give a doit to relieve a lame
beggar, they will lazy out ten to see a dead
Indian. Legged like a man and his fins like
arms! Warm o’ my troth! I do now let loose
my opinion; hold it no longer: this is no fish,
but an islander, that hath lately suffered by a
thunderbolt.
[Thunder]
Alas, the storm is come again! my best way is to
creep under his gaberdine; there is no other
shelter hereabouts: misery acquaints a man with
strange bed-fellows. I will here shroud till the
dregs of the storm be past.

 

 

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Proteus - TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA - Act II Scene 4

Character: Proteus

Age: Teens-late 20s

Play: TWO GENTLEMEN OF VERONA

Speech: Act II Scene 4

Brief Synopsis:  Two Gentlemen of Verona is a comedy about two youthful men, Valentine and Proteus, and their adventurous love-mishaps during their time in Milan. After a turn of events, both fall in love with Silvia, the duke’s daughter. Proteus had already sworn his love to Julia before setting eyes on Silvia, and Julia disguises herself as a page boy to pursue Proteus in Milan, only to find him wooing Silvia. In this scene, Proteus has just seen his friend Valentien’s love-interest, Silvia, for the first time.

Speech:

Even as one heat another heat expels,
Or as one nail by strength drives out another,
So the remembrance of my former love
Is by a newer object quite forgotten.
Is it mine, or Valentine’s praise,
Her true perfection, or my false transgression,
That makes me reasonless to reason thus?
She is fair; and so is Julia that I love—
That I did love, for now my love is thaw’d;
Which, like a waxen image, ‘gainst a fire,
Bears no impression of the thing it was.
Methinks my zeal to Valentine is cold,
And that I love him not as I was wont.
O, but I love his lady too too much,
And that’s the reason I love him so little.
How shall I dote on her with more advice,
That thus without advice begin to love her!
‘Tis but her picture I have yet beheld,
And that hath dazzled my reason’s light;
But when I look on her perfections,
There is no reason but I shall be blind.
If I can cheque my erring love, I will;
If not, to compass her I’ll use my skill.

 

 

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Antipholus of Syracuse - THE COMEDY OF ERRORS - Act III Scene 2

Character: Antipholus of Syracuse

Age: Late teens-30s

Play: THE COMEDY OF ERRORS

Scene: Act III Scene 2

Brief Synopsis: A pair of long-lost identical twins, both named Antipholus, and their slaves, also a pair of long-lost twins, both called Dromio, find themselves in the same place at the same time…Comedy ensues as the locals, and even Antipholus of Ephesus’ wife and sister-in-law continually mistake one twin for the other. 

Speech:

Sweet mistress—what your name is else, I know not,
Nor by what wonder you do hit of mine,—
Less in your knowledge and your grace you show not
Than our earth’s wonder, more than earth divine.
Teach me, dear creature, how to think and speak;
Lay open to my earthy-gross conceit,
Smother’d in errors, feeble, shallow, weak,
The folded meaning of your words’ deceit.
Against my soul’s pure truth why labour you
To make it wander in an unknown field?
Are you a god? would you create me new?
Transform me then, and to your power I’ll yield.
But if that I am I, then well I know
Your weeping sister is no wife of mine,
Nor to her bed no homage do I owe
Far more, far more to you do I decline.
O, train me not, sweet mermaid, with thy note,
To drown me in thy sister’s flood of tears:
Sing, siren, for thyself and I will dote:
Spread o’er the silver waves thy golden hairs,
And as a bed I’ll take them and there lie,
And in that glorious supposition think
He gains by death that hath such means to die:
Let Love, being light, be drowned if she sink!

 

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Antipholus of Ephesus - THE COMEDY OF ERRORS - Act V Scene 1

Character: Antipholus of Ephesus

Age: Late teens-30s

Play: THE COMEDY OF ERRORS

Scene: Act V Scene 1

Brief Synopsis:  A pair of long-lost identical twins, both named Antipholus, and their slaves, also a pair of long-lost twins, both called Dromio, find themselves in the same place at the same time…Comedy ensues as the locals, and even Antipholus of Ephesus’ wife and sister-in-law continually mistake one twin for the other, resulting in Antipholus of Ephesus being arrested for debt and declared mad, while Antipholus of Syracuse hides from his brother’s wife in a Priory, where the abbess turns out to be his long-lost mother.  

Speech:

My liege, I am advised what I say,
Neither disturbed with the effect of wine,
Nor heady-rash, provoked with raging ire,
Albeit my wrongs might make one wiser mad.
This woman lock’d me out this day from dinner:
That goldsmith there, were he not pack’d with her,
Could witness it, for he was with me then;
Who parted with me to go fetch a chain,
Promising to bring it to the Porpentine,
Where Balthazar and I did dine together.
Our dinner done, and he not coming thither,
I went to seek him: in the street I met him
And in his company that gentleman.
There did this perjured goldsmith swear me down
That I this day of him received the chain,
Which, God he knows, I saw not: for the which
He did arrest me with an officer.
I did obey, and sent my peasant home
For certain ducats: he with none return’d
Then fairly I bespoke the officer
To go in person with me to my house.
By the way we met
My wife, her sister, and a rabble more
Of vile confederates. Along with them
They brought one Pinch, a hungry lean-faced villain,
A mere anatomy, a mountebank,
A threadbare juggler and a fortune-teller,
A needy, hollow-eyed, sharp-looking wretch,
A dead-looking man: this pernicious slave,
Forsooth, took on him as a conjurer,
And, gazing in mine eyes, feeling my pulse,
And with no face, as ’twere, outfacing me,
Cries out, I was possess’d. Then all together
They fell upon me, bound me, bore me thence
And in a dark and dankish vault at home
There left me and my man, both bound together;
Till, gnawing with my teeth my bonds in sunder,
I gain’d my freedom, and immediately
Ran hither to your grace; whom I beseech
To give me ample satisfaction
For these deep shames and great indignities.

 

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Benedick - MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING - Act II Scene 1

Character: Benedick

Age: 20s-30s

Play: MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING

Scene: Act II Scene 1 

Brief Synopsis: Back from the wars, Pedro Prince of Aragon and his followers visit Leonato, Duke of Messina (father of Hero and uncle of Beatrice) to stay for a long summer. Claudio falls in love with Hero and asks to marry her. Meanwhile Benedick and Beatrice have comic battles of wit as they utterly despise each other. Seeing this, the Prince, Claudio, Leonato, Hero and her handmaiden conspire to trick Benedick and Beatrice into falling in love with each other.

Speech:

O, she misused me past the endurance of a block!
An oak but with one green leaf on it would have
answered her; my very visor began to assume life and
scold with her. She told me, not thinking I had been
myself, that I was the prince’s jester, that I was
duller than a great thaw; huddling jest upon jest
with such impossible conveyance upon me that I stood
like a man at a mark, with a whole army shooting at
me. She speaks poniards, and every word stabs:
if her breath were as terrible as her terminations,
there were no living near her; she would infect to
the north star. I would not marry her, though she
were endowed with all that Adam bad left him before
he transgressed: she would have made Hercules have
turned spit, yea, and have cleft his club to make
the fire too. Come, talk not of her: you shall find
her the infernal Ate in good apparel. I would to God
some scholar would conjure her; for certainly, while
she is here, a man may live as quiet in hell as in a
sanctuary; and people sin upon purpose, because they
would go thither; so, indeed, all disquiet, horror
and perturbation follows her.
[Enter CLAUDIO, BEATRICE, HERO, and LEONATO]
Will your grace command me any service to the
world’s end? I will go on the slightest errand now
to the Antipodes that you can devise to send me on;
I will fetch you a tooth-picker now from the
furthest inch of Asia, bring you the length of
Prester John’s foot, fetch you a hair off the great
Cham’s beard, do you any embassage to the Pigmies,
rather than hold three words’ conference with this
harpy. You have no employment for me?

 

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Benedick - MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING - Act II Scene 3

This can be no trick: the
conference was sadly borne. They have the truth of
this from Hero. They seem to pity the lady: it
seems her affections have their full bent. Love me!
why, it must be requited. I hear how I am censured:
they say I will bear myself proudly, if I perceive
the love come from her; they say too that she will
rather die than give any sign of affection. I did
never think to marry: I must not seem proud: happy
are they that hear their detractions and can put
them to mending. They say the lady is fair; ’tis a
truth, I can bear them witness; and virtuous; ’tis
so, I cannot reprove it; and wise, but for loving
me; by my troth, it is no addition to her wit, nor
no great argument of her folly, for I will be
horribly in love with her. I may chance have some
odd quirks and remnants of wit broken on me,
because I have railed so long against marriage: but
doth not the appetite alter? A man loves the meat
in his youth that he cannot endure in his age.
Shall quips and sentences and these paper bullets of
the brain awe a man from the career of his humour?
No, the world must be peopled. When I said I would
die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I
were married. Here comes Beatrice. By this day!
she’s a fair lady: I do spy some marks of love in
her.

 

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Master Frank Ford (husband to Mistress Alice Ford) - THE MERRY WIVES OF WINDSOR - Act II Scene 2

Character: Master Frank Ford (husband to Mistress Alice Ford)

Age: 40+

Play: THE MERRY WIVES OF WINDSOR

Scene: Act II Scene 2

Brief Synopsis: Sir John Falstaff, an older gluttonous comic knight and scoundrel, has come to Windsor and seeks to seduce the town’s middle-aged wives. Yet, the wives are cleverer than men suppose, hatching plots and executing hilarious pranks to humiliate Falstaff as he attempts to woo these women.

Speech:

What a damned Epicurean rascal is this! My heart is
ready to crack with impatience. Who says this is
improvident jealousy? My wife hath sent to him; the
hour is fixed; the match is made. Would any man
have thought this? See the hell of having a false
woman! My bed shall be abused, my coffers
ransacked, my reputation gnawn at; and I shall not
only receive this villanous wrong, but stand under
the adoption of abominable terms, and by him that
does me this wrong. Terms! names! Amaimon sounds
well; Lucifer, well; Barbason, well; yet they are
devils’ additions, the names of fiends: but
Cuckold! Wittol!—Cuckold! the devil himself hath
not such a name. Page is an ass, a secure ass: he
will trust his wife; he will not be jealous. I will
rather trust a Fleming with my butter, Parson Hugh
the Welshman with my cheese, an Irishman with my
aqua-vitae bottle, or a thief to walk my ambling
gelding, than my wife with herself; then she plots,
then she ruminates, then she devises; and what they
think in their hearts they may effect, they will
break their hearts but they will effect. God be
praised for my jealousy! Eleven o’clock the hour.
I will prevent this, detect my wife, be revenged on
Falstaff, and laugh at Page. I will about it;
better three hours too soon than a minute too late.
Fie, fie, fie! Cuckold! Cuckold! Cuckold!

 

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Sir John Falstaff - THE MERRY WIVES OF WINDSOR - Act 3 scene 5

Character: Sir John Falstaff

Age: 50+

Play: THE MERRY WIVES OF WINDSOR

Scene: Act 3 scene 5

Brief Synopsis: Sir John Falstaff, an older gluttonous comic knight and scoundrel, has come to Windsor and seeks to seduce the town’s middle-aged wives. Yet, the wives are cleverer than men suppose, hatching plots and executing hilarious pranks to humiliate Falstaff as he attempts to woo these women.

Speech:

Go fetch me a quart of sack; put a toast in’t.
[Exit BARDOLPH]
Have I lived to be carried in a basket, like a
barrow of butcher’s offal, and to be thrown in the
Thames? Well, if I be served such another trick,
I’ll have my brains ta’en out and buttered, and give
them to a dog for a new-year’s gift. The rogues
slighted me into the river with as little remorse as
they would have drowned a blind bitch’s puppies,
fifteen i’ the litter: and you may know by my size
that I have a kind of alacrity in sinking; if the
bottom were as deep as hell, I should down. I had
been drowned, but that the shore was shelvy and
shallow,—a death that I abhor; for the water swells
a man; and what a thing should I have been when I
had been swelled! I should have been a mountain of mummy.

 

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Sir John Falstaff - THE MERRY WIVES OF WINDSOR - Act 3 scene 5

Character: Sir John Falstaff

Age: 50+

Play: THE MERRY WIVES OF WINDSOR

Scene: Act 3 scene 5 

Brief Synopsis: Sir John Falstaff, an older gluttonous comic knight and scoundrel, has come to Windsor and seeks to seduce the town’s middle-aged wives. Yet, the wives are cleverer than men suppose, hatching plots and executing hilarious pranks to humiliate Falstaff as he attempts to woo these women.

Speech:

Nay, you shall hear, Master Brook, what I have
suffered to bring this woman to evil for your good.
Being thus crammed in the basket, a couple of Ford’s
knaves, his hinds, were called forth by their
mistress to carry me in the name of foul clothes to
Datchet-lane: they took me on their shoulders; met
the jealous knave their master in the door, who
asked them once or twice what they had in their
basket: I quaked for fear, lest the lunatic knave
would have searched it; but fate, ordaining he
should be a cuckold, held his hand. Well: on went he
for a search, and away went I for foul clothes. But
mark the sequel, Master Brook: I suffered the pangs
of three several deaths; first, an intolerable
fright, to be detected with a jealous rotten
bell-wether; next, to be compassed, like a good
bilbo, in the circumference of a peck, hilt to
point, heel to head; and then, to be stopped in,
like a strong distillation, with stinking clothes
that fretted in their own grease: think of that,—a
man of my kidney,—think of that,—that am as subject
to heat as butter; a man of continual dissolution
and thaw: it was a miracle to scape suffocation.
And in the height of this bath, when I was more than
half stewed in grease, like a Dutch dish, to be
thrown into the Thames, and cooled, glowing hot,
in that surge, like a horse-shoe; think of
that,—hissing hot,—think of that, Master Brook.

 

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Richard II - RICHARD II - Act III Scene 2

Character: Richard II

Age: Late teens- early 20s

Play: RICHARD II

Scene: Act III Scene 2

Brief Synopsis: Prior to the play, Richard secretly ordered the death of his uncle, Thomas of Woodstock (Duke of Gloucester). As the play opens, there is a quarrel between Henry Bolingbrook (Richard’s cousin and son of John of Gaunt) and Thomas Mowbrary, as Bolingbrook accuses Mowbrary of this assasination. As they prepare to duel, Richard II instead banishes both of them. John of Gaunt soon dies after his son is banished, and Richard takes Gaunt’s possessions to fund his Irish wars and lavish lifestyle. As Richard goes to Ireland, Bolingbrook returns from banishment and gathers followers against Richard. Upon Richard’s return, he finds all his friends have become traitors, his people are against him, and his soldiers have abandoned him. As Bolingbrook confronts Richard, Richard gives him the crown without a fight and Bolingbrook becomes King Henry IV.

Speech:

No matter where; of comfort no man speak:
Let’s talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs;
Make dust our paper and with rainy eyes
Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth,
Let’s choose executors and talk of wills:
And yet not so, for what can we bequeath
Save our deposed bodies to the ground?
Our lands, our lives and all are Bolingbroke’s,
And nothing can we call our own but death
And that small model of the barren earth
Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.
For God’s sake, let us sit upon the ground
And tell sad stories of the death of kings;
How some have been deposed; some slain in war,
Some haunted by the ghosts they have deposed;
Some poison’d by their wives: some sleeping kill’d;
All murder’d: for within the hollow crown
That rounds the mortal temples of a king
Keeps Death his court and there the antic sits,
Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp,
Allowing him a breath, a little scene,
To monarchize, be fear’d and kill with looks,
Infusing him with self and vain conceit,
As if this flesh which walls about our life,
Were brass impregnable, and humour’d thus
Comes at the last and with a little pin
Bores through his castle wall, and farewell king!
Cover your heads and mock not flesh and blood
With solemn reverence: throw away respect,
Tradition, form and ceremonious duty,
For you have but mistook me all this while:
I live with bread like you, feel want,
Taste grief, need friends: subjected thus,
How can you say to me, I am a king?

Richard II - RICHARD II - Act III Scene 3

Character: Richard II

Age: Late teens- early 20s

Play: RICHARD II

Scene: Act III Scene 3

Brief Synopsis: Prior to the play, Richard secretly ordered the death of his uncle, Thomas of Woodstock (Duke of Gloucester). As the play opens, there is a quarrel between Henry Bolingbrook (Richard’s cousin and son of John of Gaunt) and Thomas Mowbrary, as Bolingbrook accuses Mowbrary of this assasination. As they prepare to duel, Richard II instead banishes both of them. John of Gaunt soon dies after his son is banished, and Richard takes Gaunt’s possessions to fund his Irish wars and lavish lifestyle. As Richard goes to Ireland, Bolingbrook returns from banishment and gathers followers against Richard. Upon Richard’s return, he finds all his friends have become traitors, his people are against him, and his soldiers have abandoned him. As Bolingbrook confronts Richard, Richard gives him the crown without a fight and Bolingbrook becomes King Henry IV.

Speech:

What must the king do now? must he submit?
The king shall do it: must he be deposed?
The king shall be contented: must he lose
The name of king? o’ God’s name, let it go:
I’ll give my jewels for a set of beads,
My gorgeous palace for a hermitage,
My gay apparel for an almsman’s gown,
My figured goblets for a dish of wood,
My sceptre for a palmer’s walking staff,
My subjects for a pair of carved saints
And my large kingdom for a little grave,
A little little grave, an obscure grave;
Or I’ll be buried in the king’s highway,
Some way of common trade, where subjects’ feet
May hourly trample on their sovereign’s head;
For on my heart they tread now whilst I live;
And buried once, why not upon my head?
Aumerle, thou weep’st, my tender-hearted cousin!
We’ll make foul weather with despised tears;
Our sighs and they shall lodge the summer corn,
And make a dearth in this revolting land.
Or shall we play the wantons with our woes,
And make some pretty match with shedding tears?
As thus, to drop them still upon one place,
Till they have fretted us a pair of graves
Within the earth; and, therein laid,—there lies
Two kinsmen digg’d their graves with weeping eyes.
Would not this ill do well? Well, well, I see
I talk but idly, and you laugh at me.
Most mighty prince, my Lord Northumberland,
What says King Bolingbroke? will his majesty
Give Richard leave to live till Richard die?
You make a leg, and Bolingbroke says ay.

 

Prince Henry (aka Harry/Hal and later King Henry V) - HENRY IV PART I - Act I Scene 2

Character: Prince Henry (aka Harry/Hal and later King Henry V)

Age: 20s-30s

Play: HENRY IV PART I

Scene: Act I Scene 2

Brief Synopsis: The newly crowned Henry IV faces growing opposition from some of the nobles who helped him ascend the throne, while his son (Prince Harry/Hal) is living a care-free life in taverns with his friends and the notorious Sir John Falstaff. In this Scene, Prince Henry has been drinking and plotting practical jokes with his friends at a local tavern, but when they leave, he reveals in this speech that he is hanging out with these common friends so the king and others will think less of him, and therefore he can give the element of surprise when he becomes king and impresses everyone with how kingly he actually is. 

Speech:

I know you all, and will awhile uphold
The unyoked humour of your idleness:
Yet herein will I imitate the sun,
Who doth permit the base contagious clouds
To smother up his beauty from the world,
That, when he please again to be himself,
Being wanted, he may be more wonder’d at,
By breaking through the foul and ugly mists
Of vapours that did seem to strangle him.
If all the year were playing holidays,
To sport would be as tedious as to work;
But when they seldom come, they wish’d for come,
And nothing pleaseth but rare accidents.
So, when this loose behavior I throw off
And pay the debt I never promised,
By how much better than my word I am,
By so much shall I falsify men’s hopes;
And like bright metal on a sullen ground,
My reformation, glittering o’er my fault,
Shall show more goodly and attract more eyes
Than that which hath no foil to set it off.
I’ll so offend, to make offence a skill;
Redeeming time when men think least I will.

 

Henry V (Same as Prince Henry above, but now king and slightly older) - HENRY V - Act IV Scene 1

Character: Henry V (Same as Prince Henry above, but now king and slightly older)

Age: 30s

Play: HENRY V

Scene: Act IV Scene 1

Brief Synopsis: Henry V centres around the newly crowned King Henry V and his right to rule both England and France. The French King rejects Henry’s claim to the crown. Henry’s forces take the town of Harfleur, and then begin to retreat through Normandy due to the poor condition of the men. Henry still plans for the soldiers to fight, and on the eve of the battle of Agincourt, he disguises himself and goes through his camp, hearing what his men and soldiers truly think. After hearing his men’s opinions, in this soliloquy, Henry considered the heavy duty of Kingship.

Speech:

Upon the king! let us our lives, our souls,
Our debts, our careful wives,
Our children and our sins lay on the king!
We must bear all. O hard condition,
Twin-born with greatness, subject to the breath
Of every fool, whose sense no more can feel
But his own wringing! What infinite heart’s-ease
Must kings neglect, that private men enjoy!
And what have kings, that privates have not too,
Save ceremony, save general ceremony?
And what art thou, thou idle ceremony?
What kind of god art thou, that suffer’st more
Of mortal griefs than do thy worshippers?
What are thy rents? what are thy comings in?
O ceremony, show me but thy worth!
What is thy soul of adoration?
Art thou aught else but place, degree and form,
Creating awe and fear in other men?
Wherein thou art less happy being fear’d
Than they in fearing.
What drink’st thou oft, instead of homage sweet,
But poison’d flattery? O, be sick, great greatness,
And bid thy ceremony give thee cure!
Think’st thou the fiery fever will go out
With titles blown from adulation?
Will it give place to flexure and low bending?
Canst thou, when thou command’st the beggar’s knee,
Command the health of it? No, thou proud dream,
That play’st so subtly with a king’s repose;
I am a king that find thee, and I know
‘Tis not the balm, the sceptre and the ball,
The sword, the mace, the crown imperial,
The intertissued robe of gold and pearl,
The farced title running ‘fore the king,
The throne he sits on, nor the tide of pomp
That beats upon the high shore of this world,
No, not all these, thrice-gorgeous ceremony,
Not all these, laid in bed majestical,
Can sleep so soundly as the wretched slave,
Who with a body fill’d and vacant mind
Gets him to rest, cramm’d with distressful bread;
Never sees horrid night, the child of hell,
But, like a lackey, from the rise to set
Sweats in the eye of Phoebus and all night
Sleeps in Elysium; next day after dawn,
Doth rise and help Hyperion to his horse,
And follows so the ever-running year,
With profitable labour, to his grave:
And, but for ceremony, such a wretch,
Winding up days with toil and nights with sleep,
Had the fore-hand and vantage of a king.
The slave, a member of the country’s peace,
Enjoys it; but in gross brain little wots
What watch the king keeps to maintain the peace,
Whose hours the peasant best advantages.

 

Richard Duke of Gloucester - HENRY VI PART III - Act V Scene 6

Character: Richard Duke of Gloucester (who later becomes King Richard III in the next play)

Age: 20s-40s

Play: HENRY VI PART III

Scene: Act V Scene 6

Brief Synopsis: The climax of the war of the roses, as disinheritance, battles, deaths  and captures between Yorks and Lancastrainss take place in the battle for the line of Kingship. Edward Earl of March is then declared King (King Edward IV), and the previous King, Henry, is captured (twice) as battles ensue. In this scene, Richard arrives at Henry’s prison room and kills him, then speaks this over Henry’s corpse.  

Speech:

What, will the aspiring blood of Lancaster
Sink in the ground? I thought it would have mounted.
See how my sword weeps for the poor king’s death!
O, may such purple tears be alway shed
From those that wish the downfall of our house!
If any spark of life be yet remaining,
Down, down to hell; and say I sent thee thither:
[Stabs him again]
I, that have neither pity, love, nor fear.
Indeed, ’tis true that Henry told me of;
For I have often heard my mother say
I came into the world with my legs forward:
Had I not reason, think ye, to make haste,
And seek their ruin that usurp’d our right?
The midwife wonder’d and the women cried
‘O, Jesus bless us, he is born with teeth!’
And so I was; which plainly signified
That I should snarl and bite and play the dog.
Then, since the heavens have shaped my body so,
Let hell make crook’d my mind to answer it.
I have no brother, I am like no brother;
And this word ‘love,’ which graybeards call divine,
Be resident in men like one another
And not in me: I am myself alone.
Clarence, beware; thou keep’st me from the light:
But I will sort a pitchy day for thee;
For I will buz abroad such prophecies
That Edward shall be fearful of his life,
And then, to purge his fear, I’ll be thy death.
King Henry and the prince his son are gone:
Clarence, thy turn is next, and then the rest,
Counting myself but bad till I be best.
I’ll throw thy body in another room
And triumph, Henry, in thy day of doom.

 

 

Timon - TIMON OF ATHENS - Act IV Scene 1

Character: Timon

Age: Any

Play: TIMON OF ATHENS

Scene: Act IV Scene 1

Brief Synopsis: Timon, a wealthy man and philanthropist, gives gifts to his friends and those in need without expecting anything in return. Yet when he finds he has no money left, he goes to his friends for help, but they turn their backs on him. In this scene, Timon, now penniless, stands outside the wall of Athens and curses the city and all those inside who treated him like this. 

Speech:

Let me look back upon thee. O thou wall,
That girdlest in those wolves, dive in the earth,
And fence not Athens! Matrons, turn incontinent!
Obedience fail in children! slaves and fools,
Pluck the grave wrinkled senate from the bench,
And minister in their steads! to general filths
Convert o’ the instant, green virginity,
Do ‘t in your parents’ eyes! bankrupts, hold fast;
Rather than render back, out with your knives,
And cut your trusters’ throats! bound servants, steal!
Large-handed robbers your grave masters are,
And pill by law. Maid, to thy master’s bed;
Thy mistress is o’ the brothel! Son of sixteen,
pluck the lined crutch from thy old limping sire,
With it beat out his brains! Piety, and fear,
Religion to the gods, peace, justice, truth,
Domestic awe, night-rest, and neighbourhood,
Instruction, manners, mysteries, and trades,
Degrees, observances, customs, and laws,
Decline to your confounding contraries,
And let confusion live! Plagues, incident to men,
Your potent and infectious fevers heap
On Athens, ripe for stroke! Thou cold sciatica,
Cripple our senators, that their limbs may halt
As lamely as their manners. Lust and liberty
Creep in the minds and marrows of our youth,
That ‘gainst the stream of virtue they may strive,
And drown themselves in riot! Itches, blains,
Sow all the Athenian bosoms; and their crop
Be general leprosy! Breath infect breath,
at their society, as their friendship, may
merely poison! Nothing I’ll bear from thee,
But nakedness, thou detestable town!
Take thou that too, with multiplying bans!
Timon will to the woods; where he shall find
The unkindest beast more kinder than mankind.
The gods confound—hear me, you good gods all—
The Athenians both within and out that wall!
And grant, as Timon grows, his hate may grow
To the whole race of mankind, high and low! Amen.

 

Edmund - Play: KING LEAR - Act I Scene 2

Character: Edmund

Age: 20s-30s

Play: KING LEAR

Scene: Act I Scene 2

Brief Synopsis: Edmund is the Earl of Gloucester’s illegitimate son, who plots to usurp Gloucester’s title and possessions from Edgar (Gloucester’s older, legitimate son). He deceives Gloucester into disinheriting Edgar.

Speech:

Thou, Nature, art my goddess; to thy law
My services are bound. Wherefore should I
Stand in the plague of custom, and permit
The curiosity of nations to deprive me,
For that I am some twelve or fourteen moonshines
Lag of a brother? Why bastard? wherefore base?
When my dimensions are as well compact,
My mind as generous, and my shape as true,
As honest madam’s issue? Why brand they us
With base? with baseness? bastardy? base, base?
Who, in the lusty stealth of nature, take
More composition and fierce quality
Than doth, within a dull, stale, tired bed,
Go to th’ creating a whole tribe of fops
Got ‘tween asleep and wake? Well then,
Legitimate Edgar, I must have your land.
Our father’s love is to the bastard Edmund
As to th’ legitimate. Fine word- ‘legitimate’!
Well, my legitimate, if this letter speed,
And my invention thrive, Edmund the base
Shall top th’ legitimate. I grow; I prosper.
Now, gods, stand up for bastards!

Horatio - HAMLET - Act I Scene 1

Character: Horatio (hamlet’s closest friend from University)

Age: 20s-30s

Play: HAMLET

Scene: Act I Scene 1

Brief Synopsis: Outside Elsinore Castle in Denmark, watchmen believe they have seen a ghost of the former King (Hamlet’s Father). Horatio, skeptical of this, comes to join the watchmen to see if this is true. 

Speech:

A mote it is to trouble the mind’s eye.
In the most high and palmy state of Rome,
A little ere the mightiest Julius fell,
The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead
Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets;
As stars with trains of fire, and dews of blood,
Disasters in the sun; and the moist star
Upon whose influence Neptune’s empire stands
Was sick almost to doomsday with eclipse.
And even the like precurse of fierce events,
As harbingers preceding still the fates
And prologue to the omen coming on,
Have heaven and earth together demonstrated
Unto our climature and countrymen.
[Enter Ghost again.]
But soft! behold! Lo, where it comes again!
I’ll cross it, though it blast me.- Stay illusion!
[Spreads his arms.]
If thou hast any sound, or use of voice,
Speak to me.
If there be any good thing to be done,
That may to thee do ease, and, grace to me,
Speak to me.
If thou art privy to thy country’s fate,
Which happily foreknowing may avoid,
O, speak!
Or if thou hast uphoarded in thy life
Extorted treasure in the womb of earth
(For which, they say, you spirits oft walk in death),
[The cock crows.]
Speak of it! Stay, and speak!- Stop it, Marcellus!

 

Hamlet - HAMLET - Act I Scene 2

Character: Hamlet

Age: 20s-30s

Play:  HAMLET

Scene: Act I Scene 2

Brief Synopsis: At the beginning of this play, the ghost of the previous King of Denmark (Hamlet’s father) appears and tells Hamlet to avenge his untimely death due to his brother (Claudius, Hamlet’s Uncle) poisoning him to take his crown and wife. In this scene, Hamlet has just seen his Uncle, Claudius, giving speeches as the king and his mother happily supporting Claudius as his new wife. Yet it has only been two months since the king (his father) died.

Speech:

O that this too too solid flesh would melt,
Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew!
Or that the Everlasting had not fix’d
His canon ‘gainst self-slaughter! O God! God!
How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable
Seem to me all the uses of this world!
Fie on’t! ah, fie! ‘Tis an unweeded garden
That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature
Possess it merely. That it should come to this!
But two months dead! Nay, not so much, not two.
So excellent a king, that was to this
Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother
That he might not beteem the winds of heaven
Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth!
Must I remember? Why, she would hang on him
As if increase of appetite had grown
By what it fed on; and yet, within a month-
Let me not think on’t! Frailty, thy name is woman!-
A little month, or ere those shoes were old
With which she followed my poor father’s body
Like Niobe, all tears- why she, even she
(O God! a beast that wants discourse of reason
Would have mourn’d longer) married with my uncle;
My father’s brother, but no more like my father
Than I to Hercules. Within a month,
Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears
Had left the flushing in her galled eyes,
She married. O, most wicked speed, to post
With such dexterity to incestuous sheets!
It is not, nor it cannot come to good.
But break my heart, for I must hold my tongue!

 

Iago - OTHELLO: THE MOOR OF VENICE - Act II Scene 1

Character: Iago

Age: 28

Play: OTHELLO: THE MOOR OF VENICE

Scene: Act II Scene 1

Brief Synopsis: Othello, a Christain Moor, has been promoted to general and sent to Cyprus to command the armies there. His second-in-command, Iago, is jealous of this promotion and works out a cunning revenge throughout the play. Before leaving for Cyprus, Othello had won the heart of Desdemona, the beautiful daughter of a Venetian senator, and married her. Both she and her attendant- Iago’s wife (Emilia), come with Othello and Iago to Cyprus. Iago then plans ways to plant jealous suspicion in the mind of Othello, making him believe Desdemona is an adulteress, leading Othello to kill his own wife.

Speech:
That Cassio loves her, I do well believe it;
That she loves him, ’tis apt and of great credit:
The Moor, howbeit that I endure him not,
Is of a constant, loving, noble nature,
And I dare think he’ll prove to Desdemona
A most dear husband. Now, I do love her too;
Not out of absolute lust, though peradventure
I stand accountant for as great a sin,
But partly led to diet my revenge,
For that I do suspect the lusty Moor
Hath leap’d into my seat; the thought whereof
Doth, like a poisonous mineral, gnaw my inwards;
And nothing can or shall content my soul
Till I am even’d with him, wife for wife,
Or failing so, yet that I put the Moor
At least into a jealousy so strong
That judgment cannot cure. Which thing to do,
If this poor trash of Venice, whom I trash
For his quick hunting, stand the putting on,
I’ll have our Michael Cassio on the hip,
Abuse him to the Moor in the rank garb—
For I fear Cassio with my night-cap too—
Make the Moor thank me, love me and reward me.
For making him egregiously an ass
And practising upon his peace and quiet
Even to madness. ‘Tis here, but yet confused:
Knavery’s plain face is never seen till us’d.