Romeo and JulietGinn Brothers, 1873 - 93 pages |
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... sound of despair in the wild effusions of their hope , and the madness of grief is mingled with the intoxication of their joy . And hence it is that , notwith- standing its many blemishes , we all read and witness this tragedy with ...
... sound of despair in the wild effusions of their hope , and the madness of grief is mingled with the intoxication of their joy . And hence it is that , notwith- standing its many blemishes , we all read and witness this tragedy with ...
Page 240
... sound of despair in the wild effusions of their hope , and the madness of grief is mingled with the intoxication of their joy . And hence it is that , notwith- standing its many blemishes , we all read and witness this tragedy with ...
... sound of despair in the wild effusions of their hope , and the madness of grief is mingled with the intoxication of their joy . And hence it is that , notwith- standing its many blemishes , we all read and witness this tragedy with ...
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... sound : Art thou not Romeo and a Montague ? Rom . Neither , fair saint , if either thee dislike . Jul . How cam'st thou hither , tell me , and wherefore ? 12 So the quarto of 1597 ; the other old copies , " lazy - puffing clouds ...
... sound : Art thou not Romeo and a Montague ? Rom . Neither , fair saint , if either thee dislike . Jul . How cam'st thou hither , tell me , and wherefore ? 12 So the quarto of 1597 ; the other old copies , " lazy - puffing clouds ...
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... sound lovers ' tongues by night , Like softest music to attending ears ! Jul . Romeo ! Rom . My dear ! 22 The tercel is the male of the gosshawk , and had the epithet gentle , from the ease with which it was tamed , and its attachment ...
... sound lovers ' tongues by night , Like softest music to attending ears ! Jul . Romeo ! Rom . My dear ! 22 The tercel is the male of the gosshawk , and had the epithet gentle , from the ease with which it was tamed , and its attachment ...
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... sound . - Where is my father , and my mother , Nurse ? Nurse . Weeping and wailing over Tybalt's corse : Will you go to them ? I will bring you thither . Jul . Wash they his wounds with tears : mine shall be spent , When theirs are dry ...
... sound . - Where is my father , and my mother , Nurse ? Nurse . Weeping and wailing over Tybalt's corse : Will you go to them ? I will bring you thither . Jul . Wash they his wounds with tears : mine shall be spent , When theirs are dry ...
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Alack ancient art thou Bandello banished beauty BENVOLIO breath County dagger dead dear death dost doth ears earth Enter CAPULET Enter JULIET Enter ROMEO Exeunt Exit eyes fair faith Farewell father fear flower Friar LAURENCE gentle give gleek gone grave grief hand hath hear heart Heaven hence heroine holy JULIUS CÆSAR KING LEAR kinsman kiss Lady CAPULET live look lord love's lovers Madam Mantua marriage married means Merchant of Venice Mercutio Montague night Nurse o'er old copies Paris play Poet's Prince quarrel quarto quibble ROMEO AND JULIET Rosaline SCENE sense Servant Shakespeare shalt slain sleep speak stay sweet sword tale tears tell thee thine thing thou art thou hast thou wilt to-night tragedy Tybalt Verona vex'd villain weep William Paynter word
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Page 255 - Rom. He jests at scars, that never felt a wound. — (But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the East, and Juliet is the Sun ! — Arise, fair Sun, and kill the envious Moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she: Be not her maid,
Page 247 - And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers' brains, and then they dream of love; O'er courtiers' knees, that dream on curtsies straight; O'er ladies' lips, who straight on kisses dream, — O'er lawyer's fingers, who straight dream on fees; Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues,
Page 258 - Which is the god of my idolatry, And I'll believe thee. Rom. If my heart's dear love — Jul. Well, do not swear: although I joy in thee, I have no joy of this contract to-night: It is too rash, too unadvis'd, too sudden; Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be Ere one can say It lightens.' 1
Page 256 - What's Montague ? it is nor hand, nor foot, Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part Belonging to a man. O, be some other name I What's in a name ? that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet: So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd, Retain that dear perfection which he owes,
Page 261 - but for some, and yet all different. ;"/ O, mickle is the powerful grace that lies ' In herbs, plants, stones, and their true qualities! For nought so vile that on the Earth doth live, Nor aught so good, but, strain'd from that fair use, But to the Earth some special good doth give;
Page 244 - within to hide: /That book in many's eyes doth share the glory, (That in gold clasps locks in the golden story; So shall you share all that he doth possess, . By having him, making yourself no less. Speak briefly, can you like of Paris' love ? 1 Jul. I'll look to like, if looking liking move:
Page 246 - tis no wit to go. Mer. Why, may one ask ? Rom. I dreamt a dream to-night. Mer. And so did I. Rom. Well, what was yours ? Mer. That dreamers often lie. Mer. 0, then, I see, Queen Mab hath been with you. She is the fairies
Page 267 - and will speak more in a minute than he will stand to in a month. Nurse. An 'a speak any thing against me, I'll take him down, an 'a were lustier than he is, and twenty such Jacks; and if I cannot, I'll find those that shall. Scurvy knave! I am none of his flirt-gills;
Page 261 - cheers each part; Being tasted, slays all senses with the heart. Two such opposed kings encamp them still In man as well as herbs, — Grace and rude Will; And, where the worser is predominant, Full soon the canker death eats up that plant. Enter ROMEO. Rom. Good morrow, Father! Fri.
Page 248 - This, this is she — Bom. Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace! Thou talk'st of nothing. Mer. True, I talk of dreams; Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy; Which is as thin of substance as the air;