Romeo and Juliet. With alterations, and an additional scene: by D. Garrick, as it is performed at the Theatre-Royal in Drury-laneJ. & R. Tonson and S. Draper, 1753 - 12 páginas |
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... some other fair , And she will shew fcant well . Rom . I will along , Mercutio . Mer . ' Tis well . Look to behold at this high feaft , Earth - treading ftars , that make dim heaven's lights . Hear all , all fee , try all ; and like her ...
... some other fair , And she will shew fcant well . Rom . I will along , Mercutio . Mer . ' Tis well . Look to behold at this high feaft , Earth - treading ftars , that make dim heaven's lights . Hear all , all fee , try all ; and like her ...
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... Some confequence , yet hanging in the stars , From this night's revels - lead , gallant friends ; Let come what may , once more I will behold My Juliet's eyes , drink deeper of affliction ; I'll watch the time , and mask'd from ...
... Some confequence , yet hanging in the stars , From this night's revels - lead , gallant friends ; Let come what may , once more I will behold My Juliet's eyes , drink deeper of affliction ; I'll watch the time , and mask'd from ...
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... Some five and twenty years , and then we mask'd . 2 Cap . ' Tis more , ' tis more ; his fon is elder , Sir : His fon is thirty . Cap . Will you tell me that ? His fon was but a ward two years ago . Rom . Coufin Benvolio , do you mark ...
... Some five and twenty years , and then we mask'd . 2 Cap . ' Tis more , ' tis more ; his fon is elder , Sir : His fon is thirty . Cap . Will you tell me that ? His fon was but a ward two years ago . Rom . Coufin Benvolio , do you mark ...
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... Some word there was worfer than Tibalt's death That murder'd me ; I would forget it fain , But oh it preffes to my memory , Like damned guilty deeds to finners ' minds ; Tibalt is dead , and Romeo banished : That banished , that one ...
... Some word there was worfer than Tibalt's death That murder'd me ; I would forget it fain , But oh it preffes to my memory , Like damned guilty deeds to finners ' minds ; Tibalt is dead , and Romeo banished : That banished , that one ...
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... Some mifadventure Rom . Go , thou art deceiv'd ; Leave me , and do the thing I bid thee do : Haft thou no letters to me from the Friar ? Bal . No , good my Lord . Rom . No matter : Get thee gone , And hire those horses , I'll be with ...
... Some mifadventure Rom . Go , thou art deceiv'd ; Leave me , and do the thing I bid thee do : Haft thou no letters to me from the Friar ? Bal . No , good my Lord . Rom . No matter : Get thee gone , And hire those horses , I'll be with ...
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art thou banished Capulet's Houſe Coufin dead dear death Doft thou doth elfe Enter Benvolio Enter Capulet Enter Friar Lawrence Enter Juliet Enter Lady Capulet Enter Nurfe Enter Romeo Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewel father fend ferve fhall fight filk flain fleep fome foon forrow foul fpeak fpirit ftand ftill ftir ftraight fuch fweet fword gentleman give gone Greg hafte hate hath hear heart heav'n hence himſelf hither holy kifs kinfman laſt lips look lord Madam Mantua marriage married meaſure Mercutio moſt Moun Mountague muft muſt myſelf night Nurſe o'er Paris peace pleaſure poifon preſently Prince reft Rife Romeo and Juliet ſay SCENE ſhall ſhe ſhould ſpeak ſtay ſweet tears tell thee thefe theſe thoſe thou art thou wilt Thursday Tibalt Verona wake wife
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Página 14 - Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid : Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut, Made by the joiner squirrel, or old grub, Time out of mind the fairies' coach-makers. And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers...
Página 13 - 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...
Página 21 - Would through the airy region stream so bright, That birds would sing, and think it were not night — See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand ! O, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek ! Jul.
Página 14 - True, I talk of dreams ; Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy, Which is as thin of substance as the air, And more inconstant than the wind, who wooes Even now the frozen bosom of the north, And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, Turning his face to the dew-dropping south.
Página 14 - Tickling a parson's nose as 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.
Página 24 - My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite.
Página 38 - Give me my 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.
Página 25 - Tis almost morning; I would have thee gone: And yet no further than a wanton's bird; Who lets it 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.
Página 21 - But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks! It is the east, and Juliet is the sun ! — Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she...
Página 54 - Alack, alack, is it not like that I So early waking, what with loathsome smells And shrieks like mandrakes...