The Personal Shakespeare, Volume 2Doubleday, Page, 1904 |
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Alarum art thou Benvolio blood Brother Cade Capulet Cardinall Clarence Clif Clifford Crowne dead death doth Duke of Yorke Earle Edward Elianor England Enter Exeter Exeunt Exit eyes Father feare fight flye France Friends Frier give Glost Gloster Grace hand hath heart heaven heere hence HENRY THE SIXT Highnesse House of Lancaster House of Yorke Humfrey Jacke Cade Juliet King Henry Lady live Lord Lord Protector Love Madam Mantua Margaret Mercutio Mountague ne're night Noble Nurse peace Plantagenet Prince Protector Pucell Puzel Queene Reignier Rich Richard Richard Plantagenet Romeo Salisbury Scene slaine Somerset Sonne sorrow Souldiers soule Soveraigne speake stay Suff Suffolke Sunne sweet Sword Talb Talbot teares tell thee thine thinke thou art thou hast thou shalt thou wilt thy selfe Traitor Tybalt Unckle unto Warre Warw Warwicke wee'le words yeeld
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Pagina 32 - 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...
Pagina 83 - I thank you, good people: there shall be no money; all shall eat and drink on my score; and I will apparel them all in one livery, that they may agree like brothers and worship me their lord.
Pagina 36 - I'll believe thee. Rom. If my heart's dear love Jul. Well, do not swear: although I joy in thee, I have no joy of this contract to-night : It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden ; Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be, Ere one can say — It lightens.
Pagina 108 - And so I was, which plainly signified That I should snarl, and bite, and play the dog. Then, since the heavens have shap'd my body so, Let hell make crook'd my mind to answer it. I have no brother, I am like no brother; And this word 'love,' which greybeards call divine, Be resident in men like one another, And not in me!
Pagina 62 - 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.
Pagina xiv - I am as sorry as if the original fault had been my fault, because myself have seen his demeanour no less civil than he excellent in the quality he professes: besides, divers of worship have reported his uprightness of dealing which argues his honesty, and his facetious grace in writing, that approves his art.
Pagina 5 - Hung be the heavens with black, yield day to night! Comets, importing change of times and states, Brandish your crystal tresses in the sky, And with them scourge the bad revolting stars That have consented unto Henry's death!
Pagina 33 - O Romeo, Romeo ! wherefore art thou Romeo ? Deny thy father and refuse thy name : Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, And I'll no longer be a Capulet.
Pagina 61 - Content" to that which grieves my heart, And wet my cheeks with artificial tears, And frame my face to all occasions.
Pagina 43 - Pass'd over to the end they were created, Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave. Ah, what a life were this ! how sweet ! how lovely ! Gives not the hawthorn bush a sweeter shade To shepherds, looking on their silly sheep, Than doth a rich embroider'd canopy To kings, that fear their subjects