The Tragedy of Romeo and JulietD.C. Heath & Company, 1913 - 235 oldal |
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Abbott Alack Appendix art thou banished Benvolio Brooke Brooke's called cell chamber dead dear death doth Dowden drama dream Edited editors Elizabethan emendation English Enter ROMEO Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fear Friar Laurence give Glossary grief hand hath hear heart heaven hence Henry IV holy hour Julius Cæsar Lady Capulet light live look lord Love's Love's Labour's Lost lovers Madam maid Malone Mantua marriage married means Mercutio Midsummer Night's Dream Montague N. E. Dict night Nurse Painter Paris passage Peter phrase play poem poison prince Prologue Quarto quibble reading rhyme Romeo and Juliet Romeus Rosaline scene Shakespeare slain sleep sleeping potion Sonnets sorrow speak speech Steevens story Struijs sweet syllable tears tell thee Thibout thou art thou hast thou wilt tomb Tybalt Verona wedding wife word
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40. oldal - Romeo, hist ! — O, for a falconer's voice, To lure this tassel-gentle back again ! Bondage is hoarse, and may not speak aloud ; Else would I tear the cave where echo lies, And make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine With repetition of my Romeo's name. Rom. It is my soul that calls upon my name : How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night, Like softest music to attending ears ! Jul.
37. oldal - Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face, Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night. Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny What I have spoke: but farewell compliment! Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say 'Ay,' And I will take thy word: yet, if thou swear'st, Thou mayst prove false: at lovers' perjuries, They say, Jove laughs.
35. oldal - Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Having some business, do entreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres till they return. What if her eyes were there, they in her head ; The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars, As daylight doth a lamp ; her- eyes in heaven Would through the airy region stream so bright, That birds would sing, and think it were not night. See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand ! O, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek ! Jul.
66. 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.
38. oldal - It lightens." Sweet, good night ! This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet.
79. 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.
3. oldal - Two households, both alike in dignity In fair Verona, where we lay our scene, From ancient grudge break to new mutiny, Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. From forth the fatal loins of these two foes A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life; Whose misadventur'd piteous overthrows Do with their death bury their parents
41. oldal - Tis almost morning, I would have thee gone : And yet no further than a wanton's bird ; Who lets it hop a little from her hand, Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves, And with a silk thread plucks it back again, So loving-jealous of his liberty. Rom. I would, I were thy bird. Jul. Sweet, so would I : Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing. Good night, good night ! parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say — good night, till it be morrow.
23. oldal - Her wagon-spokes made of long spinners' legs, The cover, of the wings of grasshoppers, The traces, of the smallest spider's web, The collars, of the moonshine's watery beams...
79. oldal - 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 me, love, it was the nightingale.