The Tragedy of Romeo and JulietD.C. Heath & Company, 1913 - 235 pagina's |
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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 Farewell father fear Friar Laurence give Glossary grief hand hath hear heart heaven hence Henry IV hour Julius Cæsar Lady Capulet light lines 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 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 thou art thou hast thou wilt tomb Tybalt Verona wedding weep wife word
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Pagina 34 - 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 40 - Hist ! 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.
Pagina 25 - True, I talk of dreams ; Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy ; Which is as thin of substance as the air ; And more inconstant than the wind...
Pagina 38 - It lightens." Sweet, good night ! This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet.
Pagina 79 - 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.
Pagina 3 - 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 misadventured piteous overthrows Do. with their death, bury their parents
Pagina 36 - 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 that name which is no part of thee Take all myself.
Pagina 66 - Come, night; 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.
Pagina 11 - Here's much to do with hate, but more with love. Why, then, O brawling love ! O loving hate ! O any thing, of nothing first create ! O heavy lightness, serious vanity! Misshapen chaos of well-seeming forms ! Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health! Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is ! This love feel I, that feel no love in this.
Pagina 23 - 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...