Romeo and JulietCassell's, 1892 - 192 pages |
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Page 35
... dear ! So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows , As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows . The measure done , I'll watch her place of stand , And , touching hers , make blessed my rude hand . Did my heart love till now ? forswear it ...
... dear ! So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows , As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows . The measure done , I'll watch her place of stand , And , touching hers , make blessed my rude hand . Did my heart love till now ? forswear it ...
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... dear saint , let lips do what hands do ; They pray , grant thou , lest faith turn to despair . JULIET . Saints do not move , though grant for prayers ' sake . ROMEO . Then move not , while my prayer's effect I take . Thus from my lips ...
... dear saint , let lips do what hands do ; They pray , grant thou , lest faith turn to despair . JULIET . Saints do not move , though grant for prayers ' sake . ROMEO . Then move not , while my prayer's effect I take . Thus from my lips ...
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... dear account ! my life is my foe's debt . BENVOLIO . Away , be gone ; the sport is at the best . ROMEO . Ay , so I fear ; the more is my unrest . CAPULET . Nay , gentlemen , prepare not to be gone ; We have a trifling foolish banquet ...
... dear account ! my life is my foe's debt . BENVOLIO . Away , be gone ; the sport is at the best . ROMEO . Ay , so I fear ; the more is my unrest . CAPULET . Nay , gentlemen , prepare not to be gone ; We have a trifling foolish banquet ...
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... 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 . ROMEO . I take thee at thy word : Call me but love , and I'll be new baptiz'd ; Henceforth I never ...
... 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 . ROMEO . I take thee at thy word : Call me but love , and I'll be new baptiz'd ; Henceforth I never ...
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William Shakespeare. My name , dear saint , is hateful to myself , Because it is an enemy to thee ; Had I it written , I would tear the word . JULIET . My ears have not yet drunk a hundred words Of that tongue's utterance , yet I know ...
William Shakespeare. My name , dear saint , is hateful to myself , Because it is an enemy to thee ; Had I it written , I would tear the word . JULIET . My ears have not yet drunk a hundred words Of that tongue's utterance , yet I know ...
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Alack APOTHECARY art thou BALTHASAR Bandello banished BENVOLIO blood breath CAPULET'S HOUSE cell County Paris cousin dead dear death dost doth earth Enter CAPULET Enter JULIET Enter ROMEO Exeunt Exit eyes fair fair Verona faith Farewell father fear FRIAR JOHN gentleman give Gleek gone grave GREGORY grief hand hate hath heart heaven hence HERO AND LEANDER hither holy kinsman kiss LADY CAPULET LADY MONTAGUE lips live look lord love's lovers Madam maid maidenhead Mantua marriage married MERCUTIO Montague MUSICIAN ne'er night NURSE o'er PETER play poem pray PRINCE quarrel quarto Romeo and Juliet Romeus Rosaline Saint Peter's Church SAMPSON SCENE SERVANT SERVINGMAN Shakespeare slain speak stay sweet tears tell thee thine thou art thou hast thou shalt thou wilt Thursday to-morrow to-night tomb Tybalt Verona vex'd villain WATCH weep wife word Zounds
Popular passages
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.
Page 55 - Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say— good night, till it be morrow.