The Shakspere reading book, being seventeen of Shakspere's plays abridged for the use of schools and public readings by H.C. Bowen |
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... wife to Capulet . JULIET , daughter to Capulet . Nurse to Juliet . SCENE : Verona : Mantua . ACT I. Verona . A public place . Enter SAMPSON and GREGORY , of the house of Capulet , armed with swords and bucklers . Sam . A dog of the ...
... wife to Capulet . JULIET , daughter to Capulet . Nurse to Juliet . SCENE : Verona : Mantua . ACT I. Verona . A public place . Enter SAMPSON and GREGORY , of the house of Capulet , armed with swords and bucklers . Sam . A dog of the ...
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... wife . Nurse . Then hie you hence to Friar Laurence ' cell ; 330 Go ; I'll to dinner ; hie you to the cell . Jul . Hie to high fortune ! Honest nurse , farewell . [ Exeunt . Friar Laurence's cell . Enter FRIAR LAURENCE and ROMEO . Fri ...
... wife . Nurse . Then hie you hence to Friar Laurence ' cell ; 330 Go ; I'll to dinner ; hie you to the cell . Jul . Hie to high fortune ! Honest nurse , farewell . [ Exeunt . Friar Laurence's cell . Enter FRIAR LAURENCE and ROMEO . Fri ...
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... wife , have mangled it ? Back , foolish tears , back to your native spring . My husband lives , that Tybalt would have slain ; And Tybalt's dead , that would have slain my husband : All this is comfort ; wherefore weep I then ? Some ...
... wife , have mangled it ? Back , foolish tears , back to your native spring . My husband lives , that Tybalt would have slain ; And Tybalt's dead , that would have slain my husband : All this is comfort ; wherefore weep I then ? Some ...
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... Nurse . Cap . How now ! a conduit girl ? what , still in tears ? Evermore showering ? Why , how now , wife ! Have you deliver'd to her our decree ? 280 290 La . Cap . Ay , sir ; but she ACT III . ] 47 ROMEO AND JULIET .
... Nurse . Cap . How now ! a conduit girl ? what , still in tears ? Evermore showering ? Why , how now , wife ! Have you deliver'd to her our decree ? 280 290 La . Cap . Ay , sir ; but she ACT III . ] 47 ROMEO AND JULIET .
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... wife , it makes me màd : At home , abroad , it still my care hath been To have her match'd : and having now provided A gentleman of noble parentage , Proportion'd as one's thought would wish a mau ; — And then to have a wretched puling ...
... wife , it makes me màd : At home , abroad , it still my care hath been To have her match'd : and having now provided A gentleman of noble parentage , Proportion'd as one's thought would wish a mau ; — And then to have a wretched puling ...
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The Shakspere Reading Book, Being Seventeen of Shakspere's Plays Abridged ... William Shakespeare No preview available - 2015 |
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Antonio arms art thou Arth Bass Bassanio Bast BENVOLIO blood Boling Bolingbroke Buck Buckingham canst Capulet Cassell's Cate Catesby cloth cousin dead dear death dost doth Drawing ducats Duch Duke Duke of Hereford Duke of Norfolk Duke of York Eliz England Enter KING Exeunt Exit eyes fair fairy farewell father Faulconbridge fear France friends Gaunt gentle gentleman give Glou Gloucester gone grace gracious Gratiano hand hath hear heart heaven hither holy honour Hubert Juliet KING RICHARD lady liege lion live look lord Lord Hastings Madam majesty Mercutio mother night noble Nurse Oberon PANDULPH peace pray prince Puck Pyramus queen Quin Rich Richmond Romeo Shylock sleep sorrow soul speak stand swear sweet tell thee Theseus thine Thisby thou art thou shalt Tita Titania to-night tongue Tybalt uncle unto Venice word York young
Popular passages
Page 46 - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale ; look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops; I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
Page 85 - I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion. Cheated of feature by dissembling nature, Deform'd, unfinish'd, sent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me, as I halt by them...
Page 33 - O gentle Romeo ! If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully: Or if thou think'st I am too quickly won, 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 151 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Page 72 - And nothing can we call our own but death, And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.
Page 28 - a lies asleep, Then dreams he of another benefice : Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck, And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats, Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades, Of healths five fathom deep; and then anon Drums in his ear : at which he starts, and wakes ; And, being thus frighted, swears a prayer or two, And sleeps again.
Page 6 - Fetch me that flower ; the herb I shew'd thee once : The juice of it on sleeping eye-lids laid Will make or man or woman madly dote Upon the next live creature that it sees.
Page 162 - I am a Jew: hath not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by' the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is?
Page 28 - O, then, I see, Queen Mab hath been with you. She is the fairies' midwife; and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the forefinger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep : Her wagon-spokes made of long spinners...
Page 3 - Swifter than the moon's sphere ; And I serve the fairy queen, To dew her orbs upon the green. The cowslips tall her pensioners be : In their gold coats spots you see ; Those be rubies, fairy favours...