Shakespeare's Romeo and JulietMaynard, Merrill, 1893 - 157 pages |
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Alack apothecary art thou banished beauty BENVOLIO bite my thumb blank verse breath cell cheverel cockatrice cousin crystal scales daugh dead dear death dost doth earth Enter CAPULET Enter JULIET Enter ROMEO Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell father fear flower gentle gentleman give gleek gone grave grief hand hate hath heart heaven hence hither holy jests at scars kill kinsman kiss LADY CAPULET lips live look lord love's lovers Madam maid Mantua marriage married Mercutio misty mountain Montague murder ne'er night o'er Paris play poison prince quarrel Romeo and Juliet Rosaline SCENE Serv Shakespeare slain sorrow speak stand stay sweet sword tears tell thee thine thou art thou hast thou wilt to-morrow to-night Tybalt Verona vex'd villain watch weep wife word
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Page 52 - Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face, Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night. Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny What I have spoke: but farewell compliment! Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say 'Ay,' And I will take thy word: yet, if thou swear'st, Thou mayst prove false: at lovers' perjuries, They say, Jove laughs.
Page 128 - O my love! my wife! Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty: Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there.
Page 39 - 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 396 Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes, And being thus frighted swears a prayer or two, And sleeps again.
Page 56 - Good night, good night ! parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good night till it be morrow.
Page 45 - 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 39 - 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 waggon-spokes made of long spinners...
Page 81 - Romeo, and when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine, That all the world will be in love with night, And pay no worship to the garish Sun.
Page 55 - O ! for a falconer's voice, To lure this tassel-gentle back again. Bondage is hoarse, and may not speak aloud, Else would I tear the cave where Echo lies, And make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine, With repetition of my Romeo's name. Rom. It is my soul that calls upon my name : How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night, Like softest music to attending ears ! Jul.
Page 57 - And from her womb children of divers kind We sucking on her natural bosom find, Many for many virtues excellent, None but for some and yet all different. O, mickle is the powerful grace that lies In herbs, plants, stones, and their true qualities...
Page 50 - 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 wondering 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.