S1 E8: First Folio and Emotive Formatting
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Modern Formatting: 1 Henry IV, William Shakespeare (Act V, Scene 3)
HOTSPUR.
O Harry, thou hast robbed me of my youth.
I better brook the loss of brittle life
Than those proud titles thou hast won of me.
They wound my thoughts worse than thy sword my flesh.
But thoughts (the slaves of life) and life (time’s fool)
And time, that takes survey of all the world,
Must have a stop.
O Harry, thou hast robbed me of my youth.
I better brook the loss of brittle life
Than those proud titles thou hast won of me.
They wound my thoughts worse than thy sword my flesh.
But thoughts (the slaves of life) and life (time’s fool)
And time, that takes survey of all the world,
Must have a stop.
First Folio Formatting: 1 Henry IV, William Shakespeare (Act V, Scene 3)
HOTSPUR.
Oh Harry, thou hast rob’d me of my youth:
I better brooke the losse of brittle life,
Then those proud Titles thou hast wonne of me,
They wound my thoghts worse, then the sword my flesh:
But thought’s the slave of Life, and Life, Time’s foole;
And Time, that takes survey of all the world,
Must have a stop.
Oh Harry, thou hast rob’d me of my youth:
I better brooke the losse of brittle life,
Then those proud Titles thou hast wonne of me,
They wound my thoghts worse, then the sword my flesh:
But thought’s the slave of Life, and Life, Time’s foole;
And Time, that takes survey of all the world,
Must have a stop.
Modern Formatting: The Tempest, William Shakespeare (Act II, Scene 1)
ANTONIO.
Here lies your brother,
No better than the earth he lies upon.
If he were that which now he’s like (that’s dead)
Whom I with this obedient steel – three inches of it –
Can lay to bed forever (whiles you, doing thus,
To the perpetual wink for aye might put
This ancient morsel, this Sir Prudence, who
Should not upbraid our course) – for all the rest
They’ll take suggestion as a cat laps milk;
They’ll tell the clock to any business that
We say befits the hour.
Here lies your brother,
No better than the earth he lies upon.
If he were that which now he’s like (that’s dead)
Whom I with this obedient steel – three inches of it –
Can lay to bed forever (whiles you, doing thus,
To the perpetual wink for aye might put
This ancient morsel, this Sir Prudence, who
Should not upbraid our course) – for all the rest
They’ll take suggestion as a cat laps milk;
They’ll tell the clock to any business that
We say befits the hour.
First Folio Formatting: The Tempest, William Shakespeare (Act II, Scene 1)
ANTONIO.
Heere lies your Brother,
No better then the earth he lies upon,
If he were that which now hee’s like (that’s dead)
Whom I with this obedient steel (three inches of it)
Can lay to bed for ever: whiles you doing thus,
To the perpetuall winke for aye might put
This ancient morsell: this Sir Prudence, who
Should not upbraid our course: for all the rest
They’l take suggestion, as a Cat laps milke,
They’l tell the clocke, to any businesse that
We say befits the houre.
Heere lies your Brother,
No better then the earth he lies upon,
If he were that which now hee’s like (that’s dead)
Whom I with this obedient steel (three inches of it)
Can lay to bed for ever: whiles you doing thus,
To the perpetuall winke for aye might put
This ancient morsell: this Sir Prudence, who
Should not upbraid our course: for all the rest
They’l take suggestion, as a Cat laps milke,
They’l tell the clocke, to any businesse that
We say befits the houre.
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William Shakespeare
First Folio
Instant Shakespeare
The Shakespeare Forum
Taffety Punk
Turn to Flesh Productions
BUY H2H A SCHOLARLY BOOK!