Romeo and Juliet. Hamlet. Othello. AppendixesC. Bathurst, 1773 |
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... Lady Montague , Wife to Montague . Lady Capulet , Wife to Capulet . Juliet , Daughter to Capulet , in love with Romeo . Nurfe to Juliet . CHORUS - Page , Boy to Paris , an Officer , an Apothecary . Citizens of Verona , feveral Men and ...
... Lady Montague , Wife to Montague . Lady Capulet , Wife to Capulet . Juliet , Daughter to Capulet , in love with Romeo . Nurfe to Juliet . CHORUS - Page , Boy to Paris , an Officer , an Apothecary . Citizens of Verona , feveral Men and ...
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... lady Capulet . Cap . What noise is this ? -7 Give me my long fword , ho ! La . Cap . A crutch , a crutch ! -Why call you for a fword ? Cap . My fword , I fay ! old Montague is come , And flourishes his blade in fpight of me . Enter old ...
... lady Capulet . Cap . What noise is this ? -7 Give me my long fword , ho ! La . Cap . A crutch , a crutch ! -Why call you for a fword ? Cap . My fword , I fay ! old Montague is come , And flourishes his blade in fpight of me . Enter old ...
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... lady of my earth . ] This line is not in the firft edition . POPE . The lady of his earth is an expreffion not very intelligible , unless he means that she is heir to his eftate , and I fuppofe no man ever called his lands his earth . I ...
... lady of my earth . ] This line is not in the firft edition . POPE . The lady of his earth is an expreffion not very intelligible , unless he means that she is heir to his eftate , and I fuppofe no man ever called his lands his earth . I ...
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... lady widow of Vitruvio ; Signior Placentio , and his lovely neices ; Mer- cutio , and his brother Valentine ; mine uncle Capulet , bis wife and daughters ; my fair neice Rofaline ; Livia ; Signior Valentio , and his coufin Tybalt ...
... lady widow of Vitruvio ; Signior Placentio , and his lovely neices ; Mer- cutio , and his brother Valentine ; mine uncle Capulet , bis wife and daughters ; my fair neice Rofaline ; Livia ; Signior Valentio , and his coufin Tybalt ...
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... lady's love against fome other maid That I will fhew you , fhining at this feaft , And the fhall fhew fcant well , that now fhews best . I'H go along , no fuch fight to be fhewn ; ice in fplendor of mine own . be weigh'd [ Excunt . Your ...
... lady's love against fome other maid That I will fhew you , fhining at this feaft , And the fhall fhew fcant well , that now fhews best . I'H go along , no fuch fight to be fhewn ; ice in fplendor of mine own . be weigh'd [ Excunt . Your ...
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