 | William Shakespeare - 1839 - 536 pages
...hop a little from her hand, Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves, And with a silk thread plucks it back again, So loving-jealous of his liberty. Rom....would I ; Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing. 1 The tassel, or tiercel (for so it should be spelled), is the male of the (fomthnwk, and is said to... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1841 - 312 pages
...it back again, So loving-jealous of his liberty. Ro. I would, I were thy bird. Ju. Romeo ! • Ju. Sweet, so would I : Yet I should kill thee with much...shall say — good night, till it be morrow. [Exit. Ro. Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest ! Hence... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1842 - 608 pages
...hop a little from her hand, Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves, And with a silk thread plucks it back again, So loving-jealous of his liberty. Rom....sweet sorrow, That I shall say good night, till it be morrowi. [Exit. Rom. Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast2! — * Like softest music to... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1842 - 340 pages
...silk thread plucks it back again, So loving-jealous of his liberty. Ro. I would, I were thy bird. Ju. Sweet, so would I : Yet I should kill thee with much...shall say — good night, till it be morrow. [Exit. Ro. Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast ! — Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to... | |
 | William Shakespeare, John Payne Collier - 1842 - 606 pages
...thread plucks it back again, So loving-jealous of his liberty. Rom. I would, I were thy bird. Jvl. Sweet, so would I : Yet I should kill thee with much...sweet sorrow, That I shall say good night, till it be morrow1. \_Exit. Rom. Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast 2 ! — * Like softest music... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 582 pages
...hop a little from her hand, Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves, And with a silk thread plucks it back again, So loving-jealous of his liberty. Rom....— 'Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest ! Hence will I to my ghostly friar's close cell ; His help to crave, and my dear hap to tell. [Exit.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 364 pages
...hop a little from her hand, Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves, And with a silk thread plucks it back again, So loving-jealous of his liberty. Rom....— 'Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest ! Hence will I to my ghostly friar's close cell ; His help to crave, and my dear hap to tell. [Exit.... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 594 pages
...hop a little from her hand, Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves, And with a silk thread plucks it back again, So loving-jealous of his liberty. Rom....parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say " Good ir'ght," till it be morrow. [Exit. Rum. Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast ! — 'Would... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1843 - 450 pages
...a little from her hand , Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves , And with a silk thread plucks it back again , So loving-jealous of his liberty....I would, I were thy bird. Jul. Sweet, so would I: Vet I should kill thee with much cherishing. Goodnight, goodnight: parting is such sweet sorrow, That... | |
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Sweet, so would I : Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing. Good night, good night ! parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say — good night, till it be morrow. 
