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art thou BALTHASAR banished beauty BENVOLIO blood breath cell comes County cousin daughter dead dear death doth draw early ears earth Enter Exeunt Exit eyes face fair faith fall Farewell father fear flower follow FRIAR LAURENCE give gone grave GREGORY hand hast hate hath head hear heart heaven hence Hold holy hour keep kiss LADY CAPULET leave letter lies light lips live look lord lovers Madam married mean MERCUTIO Montague mother MUSICIAN never night NURSE Paris peace PETER play poor pray PRINCE quarrel rest Romeo and Juliet SAMPSON SCENE SECOND SERVANT Shakespeare slain sound speak stand stay sweet tears tell thee thing thou art thou hast thou wilt true turn Tybalt Verona WATCH weep wife young
Page 31 - Through lovers' brains, and then they dream of love: On courtiers' knees, that dream on court'sies straight: O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees: O'er ladies...
Page xv - Two households, both alike in dignity, In fair Verona, where we lay our scene, From ancient grudge break to new mutiny. Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. From forth the fatal loins of these two foes A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life ; Whose misadventured piteous overthrows Do. with their death, bury their parents
Page 137 - My dreams presage some joyful news at hand : My bosom's lord sits lightly in his throne; And, all this day, an unaccustom'd spirit Lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts.
Page 50 - I'll frown and be perverse and say thee nay, So thou wilt woo; but else, not for the world. In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond; And therefore thou mayst think my 'haviour light: But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true Than those that have more cunning to be strange.
Page 47 - O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head, As is a winged messenger of heaven Unto the white-upturned wond'ring eyes Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds And sails upon the bosom of the air.
Page 56 - 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 But to the earth some special good doth give...
Page 37 - Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, Which mannerly devotion shows in this; For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, And palm to palm is holy palmers
Page 132 - All things that we ordained festival, Turn from their office to black funeral; Our instruments to melancholy bells, Our wedding cheer to a sad burial feast, Our solemn hymns to sullen dirges change, Our bridal flowers serve for a buried corse, And all things change them to the contrary.
Page 51 - Well, do not swear: although I joy in thee, I have no joy of this contract tonight : It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden; Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be Ere one can say 'It lightens.