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Click on the verses to see them in context. Shakespeare's plays are available from the Gutenberg Projet.


What art thou, that usurp'st this time of night,

 Your state of fortune and your due of birth, O'er ladies' lips, who straight on kisses dream,-- No warmth, no breath, shall testify thou livest; To dew the sovereign flower, and drown the weeds. Good heart, and i' faith I will tell her as much: Lord, So you will not o'errule me to a peace. Black and portentous must this humour prove, Now comes the wanton blood up in your cheeks, Threaten his bloody stage: by the clock 'tis day, 
He for his father's sake so loves the prince
 Thank me no thankings, nor proud me no prouds, The tedious day with sleep. The rivals of my watch, bid them make haste. Cut short all intermission; front to front Take thy fair hour, Laertes; time be thine, Adding to clouds more clouds with his deep sighs:  Rebellious to his arm, lies where it falls, Ay, my lord; Go ask his name: if he be married, To take upon you what is yours: you may Without my stir. Ay me! sad hours seem long.