William Shakespeare

Good Margaret, run thee to the parlor.
There shalt thou find my cousin Beatrice
Proposing with the read more

Good Margaret, run thee to the parlor.
There shalt thou find my cousin Beatrice
Proposing with the Prince and Claudio.
Whisper her ear and tell her, I and Ursley
Walk in the orchard, and our whole discourse
Is all of her. Say that thou overheard'st us;
And bid her steal into the pleached bower,
Where honeysuckles, ripened by the sun,
Forbid the sun to enter--like favorites,
Made proud by princes, that advance their pride
Against that power that bred it. There will she hide her
To listen our propose. This is thy office.
Bear thee well in it and leave us alone.

I would that I were low laid in my grave.
I am not worth this coil that's made for read more

I would that I were low laid in my grave.
I am not worth this coil that's made for me.

See where she comes, apparelled like the spring,
Graces her subjects, and her thoughts the king
Of read more

See where she comes, apparelled like the spring,
Graces her subjects, and her thoughts the king
Of every virtue gives renown to men!

I found not Cassio's kisses on her lips.

I found not Cassio's kisses on her lips.

Present fears
Are less than horrible imaginings.

Present fears
Are less than horrible imaginings.