Romeo and JulietGinn Brothers, 1873 - 93 pages |
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... thou not laugh ? 16 Ben . No , coz , I rather weep . Rom . Good heart , at ... hast shown Doth add more grief to too much of mine own . Love is a smoke ... thee ? Ben . But sadly tell me who . Groan ! why , no ; Rom . Bid a sick man in ...
... thou not laugh ? 16 Ben . No , coz , I rather weep . Rom . Good heart , at ... hast shown Doth add more grief to too much of mine own . Love is a smoke ... thee ? Ben . But sadly tell me who . Groan ! why , no ; Rom . Bid a sick man in ...
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... thou art , kinsmen find thee here . If any of my Rom . With love's light wings did I o'er - perch these walls ; For ... hast heard me speak to - night . Fain would I dwell on form , fain , fain deny What I have spoke : but farewell compliment ...
... thou art , kinsmen find thee here . If any of my Rom . With love's light wings did I o'er - perch these walls ; For ... hast heard me speak to - night . Fain would I dwell on form , fain , fain deny What I have spoke : but farewell compliment ...
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... thee , Where and what time thou wilt perform the rite ; And all my fortunes at thy foot I'll lay , And follow thee my lord throughout the world . Nurse . [ Within . ] Madam ! Jul . I come anon : I do beseech thee ― But , if thou mean'st ...
... thee , Where and what time thou wilt perform the rite ; And all my fortunes at thy foot I'll lay , And follow thee my lord throughout the world . Nurse . [ Within . ] Madam ! Jul . I come anon : I do beseech thee ― But , if thou mean'st ...
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... hast thou been , then ? Rom . I'll tell thee , ere thou ask it me again . I have been feasting with mine enemy ; Where , on a sudden , one hath wounded me , That's by me wounded : both our remedies 4 That is , with its odour . Within ...
... hast thou been , then ? Rom . I'll tell thee , ere thou ask it me again . I have been feasting with mine enemy ; Where , on a sudden , one hath wounded me , That's by me wounded : both our remedies 4 That is , with its odour . Within ...
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... Thou hast most kindly hit it.10 Rom . A most courteous exposition . Mer . Nay , I am the very pink of courtesy . Rom . Pink for flower . Mer . Right . Rom . Why , then is my pump well flower'd . " Mer . Well said : follow me this jest ...
... Thou hast most kindly hit it.10 Rom . A most courteous exposition . Mer . Nay , I am the very pink of courtesy . Rom . Pink for flower . Mer . Right . Rom . Why , then is my pump well flower'd . " Mer . Well said : follow me this jest ...
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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;