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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