What are your favourites by him? >Tragedy: Macbeth/Antony

>>9871118
>Othello\Lear
>As you like it
>Richard ii

>Macbeth
>Twelfth Night
>Richard ii

>King Lear
>As You Like It
>Henry V

top 5 personal:

>Hamlet
>Henry IV 1 and 2
>As you Like it
>Tempest
>Lear

genre:

Comedies
>Tempest
>As You Like It
>Twelfth Night
>Much Ado
>Midsummer
>Merchant
>Shrew
>Winter's Tale
>Haven't sufficiently read the rest enough to rank

Histories
>Henry IV 1 and 2
>Henry V
>Richard III
>haven't read the rest enough to rank

Tragedies
>Hamlet
>Lear
>Macbeth
>Othello
>Coriolanus
>Romeo and Juliet
>Troilus
>Julius Ceasar
>Antony & Cleopatra
>Titus

>>9871118
>Comedy: Two Gentlemen of Verona
Why tho. It was his beginners work.

>>9871200
its funny and enjoyable

>>9871118
>Hamlet
>Much Ado About Nothing
>Henry V

I feel very typical.

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Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow!
You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout
Till you have drench'd our steeples, drown'd the cocks!
You sulph'rous and thought-executing fires,
Vaunt-couriers to oak-cleaving thunderbolts,
Singe my white head! And thou, all-shaking thunder,
Strike flat the thick rotundity o' th' world,
Crack Nature's moulds, all germains spill at once,
That makes ingrateful man! Rumble thy bellyful! Spit, fire! spout, rain!
Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire are my daughters.
I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness.
I never gave you kingdom, call'd you children,
You owe me no subscription. Then let fall
Your horrible pleasure. Here I stand your slave,
A poor, infirm, weak, and despis'd old man.
But yet I call you servile ministers,
That will with two pernicious daughters join
Your high-engender'd battles 'gainst a head
So old and white as this! O! O! 'tis fou

>>9871229
Yes, King Lear is the best work.


Lear.
If thou wilt weep my fortunes, take my eyes.
I know thee well enough; thy name is Gloucester:
Thou must be patient; we came crying hither:
Thou know'st, the first time that we smell the air
We wawl and cry.—I will preach to thee: mark.

Glou.
Alack, alack the day!

Lear.
When we are born, we cry that we are come
To this great stage of fools—This' a good block:—
It were a delicate stratagem to shoe
A troop of horse with felt: I'll put't in proof,;
And when I have stol'n upon these sons-in-law,
Then kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill!

>>9871118
Can Henry IV Part 1 and 2 be considered Comedy due to Falstaff?

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>>9871118
Top 3:
>King Lear
>The Taming of the Shrew
>Julius Caesar

Macbeth
Richard III
A Midsummer Night's Dream

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Tired with all these, for restful death I cry,
As to behold desert a beggar born,
And needy nothing trimm’d in jollity,
And purest faith unhappily forsworn,
And gilded honour shamefully misplac’d,
And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted,
And right perfection wrongfully disgrac’d,
And strength by limping sway disabled
And art made tongue-tied by authority,
And folly—doctor-like—controlling skill,
And simple truth miscall’d simplicity,
And captive good attending captain ill:
Tir’d with all these, from these would I be gone,
Save that, to die, I leave my love alone.

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Her father loved me; oft invited me;
Still question'd me the story of my life,
From year to year, the battles, sieges, fortunes,
That I have passed.
I ran it through, even from my boyish days,
To the very moment that he bade me tell it;
Wherein I spake of most disastrous chances,
Of moving accidents by flood and field
Of hair-breadth scapes i' the imminent deadly breach,
Of being taken by the insolent foe
And sold to slavery, of my redemption thence
And portance in my travels' history:
Wherein of antres vast and deserts idle,
Rough quarries, rocks and hills whose heads touch heaven
It was my hint to speak,--such was the process;
And of the Cannibals that each other eat,
The Anthropophagi and men whose heads
Do grow beneath their shoulders. This to hear
Would Desdemona seriously incline:
But still the house-affairs would draw her thence:
Which ever as she could with haste dispatch,
She'ld come again, and with a greedy ear
Devour up my discourse: which I observing,
Took once a pliant hour, and found good means
To draw from her a prayer of earnest heart
That I would all my pilgrimage dilate,
Whereof by parcels she had something heard,
But not intentively: I did consent,
And often did beguile her of her tears,
When I did speak of some distressful stroke
That my youth suffer'd. My story being done,
She gave me for my pains a world of sighs:
She swore, in faith, twas strange, 'twas passing strange,
'Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful:
She wish'd she had not heard it, yet she wish'd
That heaven had made her such a man: she thank'd me,
And bade me, if I had a friend that loved her,
I should but teach him how to tell my story.
And that would woo her. Upon this hint I spake:
She loved me for the dangers I had pass'd,
And I loved her that she did pity them.
This only is the witchcraft I have used:
Here comes the lady; let her witness it.

>>9871289
thats like asking if macbeth can be considered a comedy because of the porter

Tragedy: Hamlet, King Lear
Comedy: A Midsummer Night's Dream, As You Like It, Measure for Measure
History: Richard II, Henry V