The Works of Shakespeare in Seven Volumes, 7 tomasA. Bettesworth and C. Hitch, 1733 |
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... Mother , nay , or both ? But with a rear - ward following Tyball's death , Romeo is banished - to speak that word , Is , father , mother , Tybalt , Romeo , Juliet , All flain , all dead ! Romeo is banished ! There is no end , no limit ...
... Mother , nay , or both ? But with a rear - ward following Tyball's death , Romeo is banished - to speak that word , Is , father , mother , Tybalt , Romeo , Juliet , All flain , all dead ! Romeo is banished ! There is no end , no limit ...
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... mother's coming to your chamber : The day is broke , be wary , look about . [ Exit Nurse . Jul . Then , Window , let Day in , and let Life out . Rom . Farewell , farewell ; one Kifs , and I'll defcend . [ Romeo defcends . ful . Art thou ...
... mother's coming to your chamber : The day is broke , be wary , look about . [ Exit Nurse . Jul . Then , Window , let Day in , and let Life out . Rom . Farewell , farewell ; one Kifs , and I'll defcend . [ Romeo defcends . ful . Art thou ...
191 psl.
... mother ? What unaccustom'd caufe procures her hither ? • La . Cap . Why , how now , Juliet ? Jul . Madam , I am not well . La . Cap . Evermore weeping for your coufin's death ? What , wilt thou wash him from his Grave with tears ? An if ...
... mother ? What unaccustom'd caufe procures her hither ? • La . Cap . Why , how now , Juliet ? Jul . Madam , I am not well . La . Cap . Evermore weeping for your coufin's death ? What , wilt thou wash him from his Grave with tears ? An if ...
194 psl.
... mother , caft me not away , Delay this marriage for a month , a week ; Or , if you do not , make the bridal bed [ Exit . In that dim monument where Tybalt lies . La . In 194 ROMEO and JULIET But now I fee this One is one too much...
... mother , caft me not away , Delay this marriage for a month , a week ; Or , if you do not , make the bridal bed [ Exit . In that dim monument where Tybalt lies . La . In 194 ROMEO and JULIET But now I fee this One is one too much...
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... Mother to Hamlet . Ophelia , Daughter to Polonius , belov❜d by Hamlet . Ladies attending on the Queen . Players , Grave - makers , Sailors , Messengers , and other At- tendants . SCENE , ELSINOOR . HAMLET , Prince of DENMARK . ( 1 ) ...
... Mother to Hamlet . Ophelia , Daughter to Polonius , belov❜d by Hamlet . Ladies attending on the Queen . Players , Grave - makers , Sailors , Messengers , and other At- tendants . SCENE , ELSINOOR . HAMLET , Prince of DENMARK . ( 1 ) ...
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443 psl. - Never, lago. Like to the Pontic sea, Whose icy current and compulsive course Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on To the Propontic and the Hellespont ; Even so my bloody thoughts, with violent pace, Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love. Till that a capable and wide revenge Swallow them up. — Now, by yond marble heaven, In the due reverence of a sacred vow {Kneels, I here engage my words.
247 psl. - The king doth wake to-night, and takes his rouse, Keeps wassail, and the swaggering up-spring reels ; And, as he drains his draughts of Rhenish down, The kettle-drum and trumpet thus bray out The triumph of his pledge.
154 psl. - What's in a name? that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet; So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd, Retain that dear perfection which he owes Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name, And for thy. name, which is no part of thee, Take all myself.
274 psl. - In form and moving how express and admirable ! In action how like an angel! In apprehension how like a god! The beauty of the world! The paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust? Man delights not me, — no, nor woman neither, though by your smiling you seem to say so.