Romeo and Juliet, Issues 3-4New Shakespere society, 1875 - 141 pages |
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... Doth , with their death , burie their Parents ftrife . The fearfull paffage of their death - markt loue , And the continuance of their Parents rage , Which , but their childrens end , nought could remoue , Is now the two houres ...
... Doth , with their death , burie their Parents ftrife . The fearfull paffage of their death - markt loue , And the continuance of their Parents rage , Which , but their childrens end , nought could remoue , Is now the two houres ...
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... Doth ad more griefe to too much of mine owne . Loue is a smoke made with the fume of fighes ; Being purgd , a fire sparkling in louers eies ; Being vext , a fea nourisht with louing teares : 188 What is it elfe ? a madneffe most ...
... Doth ad more griefe to too much of mine owne . Loue is a smoke made with the fume of fighes ; Being purgd , a fire sparkling in louers eies ; Being vext , a fea nourisht with louing teares : 188 What is it elfe ? a madneffe most ...
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... doth her bewtie ferue , but as a note Where I may reade , who past that paffing faire ? 232 Farewel ; thou canst not teach me to forget . Ben . Ile pay that doctrine , or elfe die in debt . I. 2 . 4 [ Exeunt . Enter Capulet , Countie ...
... doth her bewtie ferue , but as a note Where I may reade , who past that paffing faire ? 232 Farewel ; thou canst not teach me to forget . Ben . Ile pay that doctrine , or elfe die in debt . I. 2 . 4 [ Exeunt . Enter Capulet , Countie ...
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... doth share the glorie , 92 That in gold clafpes locks in the golden ftorie : So fhall you share all that he doth poffeffe , By hauing him , making your felfe no leffe . Nurfe . No leffe ! nay , bigger : women grow by men . 96 Lady C ...
... doth share the glorie , 92 That in gold clafpes locks in the golden ftorie : So fhall you share all that he doth poffeffe , By hauing him , making your felfe no leffe . Nurfe . No leffe ! nay , bigger : women grow by men . 96 Lady C ...
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... doth cote deformities ! Here are the beetle browes fhall blush for me . Ben . Come , knock , and enter ; and no fooner in , But euery man betake him to his legs . Rom . A torch for me : let wantons , light of heart , 36 Tickle the ...
... doth cote deformities ! Here are the beetle browes fhall blush for me . Ben . Come , knock , and enter ; and no fooner in , But euery man betake him to his legs . Rom . A torch for me : let wantons , light of heart , 36 Tickle the ...
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adopted alteration art thou baniſhed Benuolio bewtie bloud Cambridge editors Capell Capulet Countie Paris dead death doth earth Enter Romeo euen Exeunt Exit eyes F. G. Fleay F. J. FURNIVALL faire felfe fhall flaine Fleay Folio followed fome fonne Friar Frier Lawrence fuch giue graue grones hath haue heauen heauie hees houſe Juliet Lady leaue line Q1 liue Lord loue louers Madam maide Malone Mantua married Mercutio morrow Mountague muſt neuer night Nurfe Nurſe old editions omitted original play passage Peter Pope Prince printed printer quartos Queen Mab reading revision Romeo and Juliet Samp ſay scene Shakspere Shakspere Society Shakspere's ſhall ſhe ſhould ſpeake speech stage direction ſtand ſtay Steevens ſweete teares tell thee Theobald theſe thou art thou wilt Thurſday Tybalt Verona vext vpon thy wife word
Popular passages
Page 29 - 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! 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 Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name, And for that name which is no part of thee Take all myself.
Page 114 - For nought so vile that on the earth doth live, But to the earth some special good doth give...
Page 29 - As is a winged meflenger of heauen Vnto the white vpturned wondring eyes, Of mortalls that fall backe to gaze on him...
Page 114 - Fri. The grey-eyed morne smiles on the frowning night, Checking the Easterne clowdes with streaks of light : And fleckeld darknesse like a drunkard reeles, From forth daies path, and Titans burning wheeles : Now ere jfec.
Page 33 - That lets it hop a litle from his hand, Like a poore prifoner in his twifted giues, And with a filken threed, plucks it backe againe.
Page 140 - Heer's to thy health, where ere thou tombest in. O true Appothecarie! Thy drugs are quicke. Thus with a kisse I die. Depart againe, here, here, will I remaine, With wormes that are thy Chamber-maides...