10 Things I Hate About You (1999)

MICHAEL "hates him with the fire of a thousand suns.
that's a direct quote."
genre - comedy, romance

Modern Adaptation of The Taming of the Shrew

starring

julia stiles kat stratford

heath ledger patrick verona

joseph gordon-levitt cameron james

larisa oleynik bianca stratford

david krumholtz michael

andrew keegan joey donner

larry miller walter stratford

director

gil junger

Sonnets by William Shakespeare

Shakespeare's Sonnets

written by William Shakespeare

[128] "How oft, when though, my music, music play'st

Upon the blessed wood whose motion sounds

With thy sweet fingers when thou gently sway'st

The wiry concord that mine ear confounds,

Do I envy those jacks that nimble leap

To kiss the tender inward of thy hand,

Whilst my poor lips, which should that harvest reap,

At the wood's boldness by the blushing stand.

To be so tickled, they would change their state

And situation with those dancing chips

O'er whom thy fingers walk with gentle gait,

Making dead wood more blessed than living lips.

Since saucy jacks so happy are in this,

Give me thy fingers, me thy lips to kiss.

Sonnets and Poems by William Shakespeare

Shakespeare's Sonnets and Poems

written by William Shakespeare

"Beauty is but a vain and doubtful good,

A shining gloss that fadeth suddenly,

A flower that dies when first it 'gins to bud,

A brittle glass that's broken presently.

A doubtful good, a gloss, a glass, a flower,

Lost, faded, broken, dead within an hour.
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And as goods lost are seld or never found,

As faded gloss no rubbing will refresh,

As flowers dead lie withered on the ground,

As broken glass no cement can redress,

So beauty blemished once, forever lost,

Inspite of physic, painting, pain, and cost."

Poem from The Passionate Pilgrim

Henry IV Part 1 by William Shakespeare

The History of Henry the Fourth

written by William Shakespeare

HENRY "My blood hath been too cold and temperate,

Unapt to stir at these indignities,

And you have found me, for accordingly

You tread upon my patience; but be sure

I will from henceforth rarther be myself,

Mighty and to be feared, than my condition,

Which hath been smooth as oil, soft as young down,

And therefore lost that title of respect

Which the proud soul ne'er prays but to the proud."

Act I Scene III

Henry IV Part 2 by William Shakespeare

The Second Part of Henry the Fourth

written by William Shakespeare

HENRY "And wherefore should these good news make mw sick?

Will fortune never come with both hans full,

But write her fair words still in foulest letters?

She either gives a stomach and no food_

Such are the poor in health_or else a feast,

And take away the stomach_such are the rich,

That have abundance and enjoy it not.

I should rejoice now at this happy news,

And now my sight fails, and my brain is giddy.

O me! Come near me now; I am much ill."

Act IV Scene III

Henry V by William Shakespeare

The Life of Henry the Fifth

written by William Shakespeare

HENRY "'Tis good for men to love their present pains

Upon example. So the spirit is erased,

And when the mind is quickened, out of doubt

The organs, though defunct and dead before,

Break up their drowsy grave and newly move

With casted slough and fresh legerity."

Act IV Scene I

Henry VI Part 1 by William Shakespeare

The First Part of Henry the Sixth

written by William Shakespeare

HENRY "Good Lord, what madness rules in brainsick men

When for so slight and frivolous a cause

Such factious emulations shall arise?

Good cousins both of York and Sommerset,

Quiet yourselves, and pray, and be at peace."

Act IV Scene I

Henry VI Part 2 by William Shakespeare

The First Part of the Contention

of the Two Famous Houses of York and Lancaster

written by William Shakespeare

HENRY "Why, Warwick, hath thy knee forgot to bow?

Old Sailsbury, shame to thy silver hair,

Thou mad misleader of thy brainsick son!

What, wilt thou on thy deathbed play the ruffian,

And seek for sorrow with thy spectacles?

O, where is faith? O, where is loyalty?

If it be banished from the frosty head,

Where shall it find a harbour in the earth?

Wilt thou go dig a grave to find out war,

And shame thy honourable age with nlood?

Why, art thou old and want'st experience?

Or wherefore dost abust it if thou hast it?

For shame in duty bend thy knee to me,

That bows unto the grave with mickle age."

Act V Scene I

Henry VI Part 3 by William Shakespeare

The True Tragedy of Richard Duke of York

and the Good King Henry the Sixth

written by William Shakespeare

HENRY "My lords, look where the sturdy rebel sits_

Even in the chair of state! Belike he means,

Backed by the power of Warwick, that false peer,

To aspire unto the crown, and reign as king.

Earl of Northumberland, he slew thy father_

And thine, Lord Clifford_and you both have vowed revenge

On him, his sons, his favourites, and his friends."

Act I Scene I

Henry VIII by William Shakespeare

Henry VIII, All Is True

written by William Shakespeare

KATHRINE "Sir, I desire you do mr right and justice,

And to bestow your pity on me: for

I am a most poor woman, and a stranger,

Born out of your dominions', having here

No judge indifferent, nor no more assurance

Of equal friendship and proceeding. Alas, sir,

In what have I offended you? what cause

Hath my behaviour given to your displeasure

That thus you should proceed to put me off,

And take your good grace from me? Heaven witness,

I have been to you a true and humble wife,

At all times to your will comfortable,

Ever in fear to kindle your dislike,

Yea, subject to your countenance, glad or sorry

As I saw it inclined. When was the hour

I ever contradicted your desire,

Or made it not mine too?"

Act II Scene IV

King John by William Shakespeare

The Life and Death of King john

written by William Shakespeare

PEMBROKE "Then I, as one that am the tongue of these

To sound the purpoded of all their hearts,

Both for myself and them, but chief of all

Your safety, for the which myself and them

Bend their best studies, heartily request

Th'enfranchisement of Arthur, whose restraint

Doth move the murmuring lips of discontent

To break into this dangerous arguement:

If what in rest you have, in right you hold,

When then your fears_which, as they say, attend

The steps of wrong_should move you to mew up

Your tender kinsman, and to choke his days

With barbarous ignorance, and deny his youth

The rich advantage of good excercise?

That the time's emeny may not have this

To grace occasions, let it be our suit

That you have bid us ask, his liberty;

Which for our goods we do no further ask

Then whereupon our weal, on your depending,

Counts it your weal he have his liberty."

Act IV Scene II

Timon of Athens by William Shakespeare

The Life of Timon of Athens

by William Shakespeare

TIMON "Rogue, rogue, rogue!

I am sick of this false world, and will love naught

But even the mere necessities upon't.

Then, Timon, presently prepare thy grave.

Lie where the light foam of the sea may beat

Thy gravestone daily. Make thine epitaph,

That death in me at others' lives may laugh.

O, thou sweet king-killer, and dear divorce

'Twixt natural son and sire; thou bright defiler

Of Hymen's purest bed; thou valliant Mars;

Thou ever young, fresh, loved, and delicate wooer,

Whose blush doth thaw the consecrated snow

That lies on Dian's lap; thou visible god,

That sold'rest close imposibilities

And mak'st them kiss, that speak'st with every tongue

To every purpose: O, thou touch of hearts:

Think thy slave man rebels, and by thy virtue

Set them into confounding odds, that beasts

May have the world in empire."

Act IV Scene III

Richard II by William Shakespeare

The Tragedy of King Richard the Second

written by William Shakespeare

BOLINGBROKE "O, who can hold a fire in his hand

By thinking on the frosty Caucasus'

Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite

By bare imagination of a feast,

Or wollow naked in December snow

By thinking on fantastic summer's heat?

O no, the apprehension of the good

Gives but the greater feeling to the worse.

Fell sorrow's tooth doth never rankle more

Than when he bites, but lanceth not the sore."

Act I Scene III

Richard III by William Shakespeare

The Tragedy of King Richard the Third

written by William Shakespeare

RICHARD GLOUCESTER "I would they were, that I might die at once,

For now they kill me with a living death.

Those eyes of thine from mine have drawn salt tears,

Shamed their aspects with store of childish drops.

I never sued to friend nor enemy;

My tongue could never learn sweet smoothing word;

But now thy beauty is proposed my fee,

My proud heart sues and prompts my tongue to speak.

Teach not thy lip such scorn, for it was made

For kissing, lady, not such contempt.

If thy revengeful heart cannot forgive,

Lo, here I lend thee this sharp-pointed sword,

Which if thou please to hide in this true breast

And let the soul forth that adoreth thee,

I lay it naked to the deadly stroke

And humbly beg the death upon my knee.

Nay, do not pause, for I did kill King Henry;

But 'twas thy beauty that provoked me.

Nay, now dispatch: 'twas I that stabbed young Edward;

But 'twas thy heavenly face that set me on.

Take up the sword again, or take up me."

Act I Scene II

Titus Andronicus by William Shakespeare

The Most Lamentable Roman Tragedy of Titus Andronicus

written by William Shakespeare

TITUS "Who doth molest my contemplation?

Is it your trick to make me ope the door,

that so mad sad decrees may fly away

And all my study be to no effect

You are decieved; for what I mean to do,

See here, in bloody lines i have set down,

And what is written shall be excecuted."

Act V Scene II

Cymbeline by William Shakespeare

Cymbeline, King of Britain

written by William Shakespeare

JUPITER "No more, you pretty spirits of region low,

Offend our hearing. Hush! How dare you ghosts

Accuse the thunder, whose bolt, you know,

Sky-planted, batters all rebeling coasts?

Poor shadows of Elysium, hence, and rest

Upon your mid-withering banks of flowers.

Be not with mortal accidents opressed;

No care of your it is; you know 'tis ours.

Whom best I love, I cross, to make my gift,

The more delayed, delighted. Be content.

Your low-laid son our godhead will uplift.

His comforts thrive, his trials well are spent.

Our jovial star reigned at his birth, and in

Our temple was he married. Rise, and fade.

He shall be lord of Lady Innogen,

And happier much by his affliction made.

This tablet lay upon his breast, wherein

Our pleasure his full fortune doth confine.

And so away. No farther with your din

Express impatience, lest you stir up mine.

Mount, eagle, to my palace crystalline."

Act V Scene V

Troilus and Cressida by William Shakespeare

Troilus and Cressida

written by William Shakespeare

CRESSIDA "Hard to seem won; but I was won, my lord,

With the first glance that ever_pardon me:

If I confess much, you will plat the tyrant.

I love you now, but till now not so much

But I might master it. In faith, I lie:

My thoughts were like unbridled children, grown

Too headstrong for their mother. See, we fools!

Why have I blabbed? Who shall be true to us,

When we are so unsecret to ourselves?

But though I loved you well, I wooed you not_

And yet, good faith, I wish myself a man,

Or that we women had men's privilege

Of speaking first. Sweet, bid me hold my tongue,

For in this rapture I shall surely speak

The thing I shall repent. See, see, your silence,

Cunning in dumbness, in my weakness draws

My soul of council from me. Stop my mouth."

Act III Scene II

Pericles by William Shakespeare

Pericles, Price of Tyre

written by William Shakespeare

PERICLES "Prithee, speak:

Falseness cannot come from thee: for thou look'st

Modest as justice, and thou seem'st a palace

For the crowned truth to dwell in: I will believe thee,

And make thy senses credit thy relation

To points that seem impossible. Thou show'st

Like one I loved indeed. What were thy friends?

Dist thou not say, when I did push the back_

Which was when I percieved thee_that thou cam'st

From good descending?"

Act V Scene I

Coriolanus by William Shakespeare

The Tragedy of Coriolanus

written by William Shakespeare

CORIOLANUS "This last old man,

Whom with a cracked heart I have sent to Rome,

Loved me above the measure of a father,

Nay, godded me indeed. Their last refuge,

Was to send him, for whose old love I have_

Though I showed sourly to him_once more offered

The first conditions, which thet did refuse

That thought he could do more. A very littl

I have yielded to. Fresh embassies and suits,

Nor from the state nor private friends, hereafter

Will I lend ear to."

Act V Scene III

The Merry Wives of Windsor by William Shakespeare

The Merry Wives of Windsor

written by William Shakespeare

MISTRESS PAIGE "That likewise have we thought upon, and thus.

Nan Page my daughter, and my little son,

And three or four more of their growth, we'll dress

Like urchins, oafs, and fairies, green and white,

With rounds of waxen tapers on their heads,

And rattle in their hands. Upon a sudden,

As Falstaff, she, and I newly met,

Let them from forth a saw-pit rush at once,

With some defussed song. Upon their sight

We too in great amazedness will fly.

Then let them all encircle him about,

And, fairy-like, to pinch the unclean knight,

And ask him why, that hour of fairy revel,

In their so sacred paths he dares to tread

In shape profane."

Act IV Scene IV