The Works of Shakespeare: the Text Carefully Restored According to the First Editions: Romeo and Juliet. HamletEstes and Lauriat, 1883 |
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... LADY MONTAGUE , Wife to Montague . LADY CAPULET , Wife to Capulet . JULIET , Daughter to Capulet . Nurse to Juliet . Citizens of Verona ; male and female Relations to both Houses ; Maskers , Guards , Watchmen , and Attendants . SCENE ...
... LADY MONTAGUE , Wife to Montague . LADY CAPULET , Wife to Capulet . JULIET , Daughter to Capulet . Nurse to Juliet . Citizens of Verona ; male and female Relations to both Houses ; Maskers , Guards , Watchmen , and Attendants . SCENE ...
29. oldal
... cry of clubs by the citizens of Verona expressed an idea of popular movement , which could not have been conveyed half so emphatically in a foreign phrase " H. Enter CAPULET , in his Gown ; and Lady CAPULET SC . I. 29 ROMEO AND JULIET .
... cry of clubs by the citizens of Verona expressed an idea of popular movement , which could not have been conveyed half so emphatically in a foreign phrase " H. Enter CAPULET , in his Gown ; and Lady CAPULET SC . I. 29 ROMEO AND JULIET .
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... Lady C. A crutch , a crutch ! —Why call you for a sword ? Cap . My sword , I say ! -Old Montague is come , And flourishes his blade in spite of me . Enter MONTAGUE and Lady Montague . Mon. Thou villain Capulet ! - Hold me not ; let me go .
... Lady C. A crutch , a crutch ! —Why call you for a sword ? Cap . My sword , I say ! -Old Montague is come , And flourishes his blade in spite of me . Enter MONTAGUE and Lady Montague . Mon. Thou villain Capulet ! - Hold me not ; let me go .
31. oldal
... Lady MONTAGUE , and BENVOLIO . Mon. Who set this ancient quarrel new abroach ? Speak , nephew , were you by when it began . Ben . Here were the servants of your adversary , And yours , close fighting ere I did approach : I drew to part ...
... Lady MONTAGUE , and BENVOLIO . Mon. Who set this ancient quarrel new abroach ? Speak , nephew , were you by when it began . Ben . Here were the servants of your adversary , And yours , close fighting ere I did approach : I drew to part ...
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William Shakespeare Henry Norman Hudson. Lady M. O ! where is Romeo ? to - day ? saw you him Right glad I am he was not at this fray . Ben . Madam , an hour before the worshipp'd sun Peer'd forth the golden window of the east , A ...
William Shakespeare Henry Norman Hudson. Lady M. O ! where is Romeo ? to - day ? saw you him Right glad I am he was not at this fray . Ben . Madam , an hour before the worshipp'd sun Peer'd forth the golden window of the east , A ...
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art thou beauty BENVOLIO Capulet character Coleridge dead dear death dost doth Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewell father fear Fortinbras Friar Friar LAURENCE gentleman Ghost give grave grief Guil GUILDENSTERN Hamlet hand hath hear heart heaven hence honour Horatio i'the is't Juliet Julius Cæsar King Lady Laer Laertes live look lord Love's Labour's Lost madam Mantua marriage married means Mercutio mind Montague mother nature night noble Nurse old copies Ophelia Osrick Paris passage passion play players Poet Poet's poison'd POLONIUS pray Prince quarto of 1597 Queen Romeo Romeo and Juliet ROSENCRANTZ scene second folio sense Shakespeare soul speak speech spirit sweet sword tell thee There's thing thou art thou hast thought Tybalt villain word
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276. oldal - No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of ? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all ; And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, And enterprises of great pith and moment With this regard their currents turn awry, And lose the name of action.
101. oldal - 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.
354. oldal - Alas ! poor Yorick. I knew him, Horatio ; a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy ; he hath borne me on his back a thousand times ; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft.
301. oldal - I'll look up ; My fault is past. But O, what form of prayer Can serve my turn ? " Forgive me my foul murder ?" That cannot be ; since I am still possess'd Of those effects for which I did the murder, My crown, mine own ambition and my queen. May one be pardon'd and retain the offence ? In the corrupted currents of this world Offence's gilded hand may shove by justice, And oft 'tis seen the wicked prize itself Buys out the law...
282. oldal - Be not too tame neither, but let your own discretion be your tutor : suit the action to the word, the word to the action ; with this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature...
306. oldal - See, what a grace was seated on this brow : Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself; An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury, New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill; A combination, and a form, indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal, To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
116. oldal - It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale ; look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops; I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
52. oldal - 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 ; 1 And, being thus frighted, swears a prayer or two, And sleeps again.
212. oldal - That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth ! Must I remember? why, she would hang on him, As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on; and yet, within a month, Let me not think on't: Frailty, thy name is woman!
221. oldal - Bear't, that the opposed may beware of thee. Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice : Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment. Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy, But not express'd in fancy ; rich, not gaudy : For the apparel oft proclaims the man ; And they in France of the best rank and station Are most select and generous chief in that.(13) Neither a borrower nor a lender be : For loan oft loses both itself and friend ; And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry.