Romeo and JulietJ. Pattie, 1839 Performed all over the world, and constantly adapted and reinterpreted in a variety of mediums, Shakespeare’s 1597 tale about the doomed “star-crossed lovers” from enemy families whose tumultuous affair ends in tragedy is one of his best known and most beloved plays. The story of the feuding Montague and Capulet families features the famous balcony scene where the lovers first realize their mutual affection, setting off a series of duels, secret plots, and misunderstandings that eventually leads to one of the most tragic death scenes in all of theater. |
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... covert , under key Of cautionary silence , with his arms Threaded , like these cross boughs , in sorrow's knot ? Re - enter ROMEO R. Ben . ( C . ) Good - morrow , cousin . Rom . ( R. C . ) Is the day ACT I. 11 ROMEO AND JULIET .
... covert , under key Of cautionary silence , with his arms Threaded , like these cross boughs , in sorrow's knot ? Re - enter ROMEO R. Ben . ( C . ) Good - morrow , cousin . Rom . ( R. C . ) Is the day ACT I. 11 ROMEO AND JULIET .
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... arm . Rom . I thought all for the best . Mer . Help me into some house , Benvolio , or I shall faint . - A plague o ' both your houses ! —They have made worms - meat of me : I have it , and soundly too . Ask for me to - morrow , and you ...
... arm . Rom . I thought all for the best . Mer . Help me into some house , Benvolio , or I shall faint . - A plague o ' both your houses ! —They have made worms - meat of me : I have it , and soundly too . Ask for me to - morrow , and you ...
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... arms , untalk'd of and unseen : — Come , night ! ( c . ) — Come , Romeo ! Come , thou day in night ! - For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night , Whiter than new snow on a raven's back .— Give me my Romeo , night ! —and , when he dies ...
... arms , untalk'd of and unseen : — Come , night ! ( c . ) — Come , Romeo ! Come , thou day in night ! - For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night , Whiter than new snow on a raven's back .— Give me my Romeo , night ! —and , when he dies ...
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... arms clinging round his neck L. Jul . ( c . ) Wilt thou be gone ? It is not yet near day ! It was the nightingale , and not the lark , That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear ; Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate - tree . Believe ...
... arms clinging round his neck L. Jul . ( c . ) Wilt thou be gone ? It is not yet near day ! It was the nightingale , and not the lark , That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear ; Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate - tree . Believe ...
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... arms c . Wife , we scarce thought us bless'd , That heaven had left us but this only child ; But now , we have a curse in having her : Out on her , hilding ! Nurse . Heaven bless her ! — [ Raises Juliet . You are to blame , my lord , to ...
... arms c . Wife , we scarce thought us bless'd , That heaven had left us but this only child ; But now , we have a curse in having her : Out on her , hilding ! Nurse . Heaven bless her ! — [ Raises Juliet . You are to blame , my lord , to ...
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Anon APOTHECARY art thou BALTHASAR banished BENVOLIO and MERCUTIO black hat CAPULET and NURSE Capulet's House Covent Garden Crosses dagger dead dear death doth dream Enter BENVOLIO Enter CAPULET Enter FRIAR LAURENCE Enter JULIET Enter LADY CAPULET Enter NURSE Enter ROMEO Exeunt CAPULET Exit eyes fair Farewell father flower gentleman give gone grief hand hate hath hear heart heaven hence holy iron crow lives look lord love's Madam Mantua marriage married Montague mother ne'er night NURSE L o'er open the monument Paris peace poison Prince quarrel R.
L. Cap Re-enter ROMEO and JULIET Room in Capulet's SCENE slain sorrow speak stay sweet sword tears tell Theatre Royal thou art thou hast Thou know'st thou shalt thou wilt Thursday thy lips to-morrow to-night Tybalt Verona villain weep wilt thou word
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22 psl. - 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 wond'ring 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.
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