266 Blood will have blood
Macbeth
276 Age cannot wither her,
nor custom stale her
infinite variety
Antony and Cleopatra
286 The web of our life is of
a mingled yarn, good and
ill together
All’s Well That Ends Well
294 This world to me is but a
ceaseless storm whirring
me from my friends
Pericles, Prince of Tyre
300 What is the city but
the people?
Coriolanus
308 Thou metst with things
dying, I with things
new-born
The Winter’s Tale316 Hang there like fruit, my
soul, till the tree die
Cymbeline324 We are such stuff as
dreams are made on
The Tempest332 Farewell, a long
farewell, to all my
greatness!
Henry VIII338 Is there record of any
two that loved better
than we do, Arcite?
The Two Noble Kinsmen344 INDEX
352 ACKNOWLEDGMENTS