Alma Haddock:O, I have sufferedWith those that I saw suffer: a brave vessel,Who had, no doubt, some noble creature in her,Dash'd all to pieces. O, the cry did knockAgainst my very heart. Poor souls, they perish'd.Tempest Katie Thomas:Make me a willow cabin at your gate,And call upon my soul within the houseWrite loyal canton of contemed loveTwelfth Night

Meredith Curtis:Ay, marry, sir, now looks he like a king! Ay, this is he that took King Henry's chair, And this is he was his adopted heir. Henry VIII

Janna Kozloski:Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face,Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek For that which thou hast heard me speak to-nightRomeo and Juliet

Briar-Rose Murphy:Unhappy that I am, I cannot heaveMy heart into my mouth. I love your MajestyAccording to my bond; no more nor less.King Lear

Abby Prem:Where think'st thou he is now? Stands he, or sits he?Or does he walk? or is he on his horse? O happy horse, to bear the weight of Antony!Anthony and Cleopatra

Erin Griffin:Foul devil, for God's sake, hence, and trouble us not; For thou hast made the happy earth thy hell, Fill'd it with cursing cries and deep exclaims.Richard III

Katja Stevenhagen:Come, you spirits That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here,And fill me from the crown to the toe top-fullOf direst cruelty!Macbeth

Chris Peterkin:O that this too too solid flesh would melt,Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew!Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd His canon 'gainst self-slaughter!Hamlet

Jackson Mosher:O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth,That I am meek and gentle with these butchers!Thou art the ruins of the noblest man That ever lived in the tide of times.Julius Ceasar

Chris Salvaggio:Thou, Nature, art my goddess; to thy lawMy services are bound. Wherefore should I Stand in the plague of custom, and permitThe curiosity of nations to deprive me,King Lear

Justin Smith:O God of battles! steel my soldiers' hearts;Possess them not with fear; take from them now The sense of reckoning, if the opposed numbersPluck their hearts from them. Not to-day, O Lord,O, not to-dayHenry V

Demetri PayneWhere is Montjoy the herald? speed him hence:Let him greet England with our sharp defiance.Up, princes! and, with spirit of honour edgedMore sharper than your swords, hie to the field:Henry V

Mike Schuetz:Is this a dagger which I see before me,The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee.I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight?Macbeth

Joey Cantatore:Mercutio. O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you. She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the fore-finger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep;Romeo and Juliet