|aWhen love speaks|cby William Shakespeare.|h[sound recording] /
|a[S.l.] :|bEMI/ RADA,|cp2002.
|a1 sound disc :|bdigital, stereo. ;|c4 3/4 in.
|aProduced by Michael Kamen.
|aBe not afeard, the isle is full of noises -- Live with me and be my love -- As an unperfect actor on the stage -- My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun -- Why is my verse so barren of new pride -- Who will believe my verse in time to come -- That you were once unkind befriends me now -- How oft, when thou, my music -- When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes -- Being your slave, what should I do but tend -- Tired with all these, for restful death I cry -- When I consider everything that grows -- Let those who are in favour with their stars -- They that have power to hurt and will do none -- Those lips that love's own hand did make -- Come again: sweet love doth now invite -- Th'expense of spirit in a waste of shame -- Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me -- I never saw that you did painting seed -- When to the sessions of sweet silent thought -- Is it thy will image should keep open -- Mine eye and heart are at mortal war -- No more be grieved at that which thou hast done -- O never say that I was false of heart -- Look in thy glass and tell the face thou viewest -- Some glory in their birth, some in their skill -- How heavy do I journey on the way -- Since brass, nor stone, nor earth -- Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore -- Quality of mercy is not strained -- Sweet love, renew thy force; be it not said -- Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind -- Be wise as thou art cruel; do not press -- Is it for fear to wet a widow's eye -- So is it with me as with that muse -- Devouring time, blunt thou the lion's paws -- Willow song -- When my love swears that she is made of truth -- When do I count the clock that tells the time -- What portions have I drunk of siren tears -- Not marble nor the gilged monuments -- Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye -- Let me not to the marriage of true minds -- Music to hear, why hear'st thou music sadly -- When forty winters shall besiege thy brow -- No longer mourn for me when I am dead -- In faith I do not love thee with mine eyes -- Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day -- Not from the stars do I my judgement pluck -- My love is as a fever, longing still -- Little love-god lying once asleep -- Shall I compare thee to a summer's day -- Our revels now are ended.
|aRead by various known actors and musicians
|aA selection of William Shakespeare's sonnets, read by actors together with musical settings of passages from his sonnets and plays. All text is included in the booklet. All the artists on this recording have donated their time and talent in support of the Royal Academy of Dramatic Art(RADA).