Romeo and Juliet. With alterations, and an additional scene: by D. Garrick, as it is performed at the Theatre-Royal in Drury-laneJ. & R. Tonson and S. Draper, 1753 - 12 pages |
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... peace . For this time all the reft depart away , You , Capulet , fhall go along with me ; And Mountague , come you this afternoon , To know our further pleasure in this cafe . Once more , on pain of death , all men depart . Moun ...
... peace . For this time all the reft depart away , You , Capulet , fhall go along with me ; And Mountague , come you this afternoon , To know our further pleasure in this cafe . Once more , on pain of death , all men depart . Moun ...
Page 14
... Peace , peace , Thou talk'ft of nothing . Mer . True , I talk of dreams ; Which are the children of an idle brain , Begot of nothing , but vain phantafy , Which is as thin of fubftance as the air , And more unconftant than the wind ...
... Peace , peace , Thou talk'ft of nothing . Mer . True , I talk of dreams ; Which are the children of an idle brain , Begot of nothing , but vain phantafy , Which is as thin of fubftance as the air , And more unconftant than the wind ...
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... peace . Nurfe . Peace , I have done ; God mark thee to his grace . Thou waft the prettiest babe that e'er I nurst : And I might live to see thee married once , I have my wish . La . Cap . And that fame marriage is the very theme I came ...
... peace . Nurfe . Peace , I have done ; God mark thee to his grace . Thou waft the prettiest babe that e'er I nurst : And I might live to see thee married once , I have my wish . La . Cap . And that fame marriage is the very theme I came ...
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... peace in thy breaft ; Would I were fleep and peace , fo fweet to reft ! Hence will I to my ghoftly father's cell , His help to crave , and my dear hap to tell . SCENE III A Monaftery . [ Exit . Enter Friar Lawrence with a basket . HE ...
... peace in thy breaft ; Would I were fleep and peace , fo fweet to reft ! Hence will I to my ghoftly father's cell , His help to crave , and my dear hap to tell . SCENE III A Monaftery . [ Exit . Enter Friar Lawrence with a basket . HE ...
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... peace be with you , Sir , here comes my man . Mer . But I'll be hang'd , Sir , if he wear your livery . Tib . Romeo , the love I bear thee can afford No better term than this ; thou art a villain . Rom . Tibalt , the reason that I have ...
... peace be with you , Sir , here comes my man . Mer . But I'll be hang'd , Sir , if he wear your livery . Tib . Romeo , the love I bear thee can afford No better term than this ; thou art a villain . Rom . Tibalt , the reason that I have ...
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art thou banished Capulet's Houſe Coufin dead dear death Doft thou doth elfe Enter Benvolio Enter Capulet Enter Friar Lawrence Enter Juliet Enter Lady Capulet Enter Nurfe Enter Romeo Exeunt Exit eyes fair Farewel father fend ferve fhall fight filk flain fleep fome foon forrow foul fpeak fpirit ftand ftill ftir ftraight fuch fweet fword gentleman give gone Greg hafte hate hath hear heart heav'n hence himſelf hither holy kifs kinfman laſt lips look lord Madam Mantua marriage married meaſure Mercutio moſt Moun Mountague muft muſt myſelf night Nurſe o'er Paris peace pleaſure poifon preſently Prince reft Rife Romeo and Juliet ſay SCENE ſhall ſhe ſhould ſpeak ſtay ſweet tears tell thee thefe theſe thoſe thou art thou wilt Thursday Tibalt Verona wake wife
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Page 14 - Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid : Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut, Made by the joiner squirrel, or old grub, Time out of mind the fairies' coach-makers. And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers...
Page 13 - She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the forefinger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep : Her waggon-spokes made of long spinners...
Page 21 - 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.
Page 14 - 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, who wooes Even now the frozen bosom of the north, And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, Turning his face to the dew-dropping south.
Page 14 - 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; And, being thus frighted, swears a prayer or two, And sleeps again.
Page 24 - My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite.
Page 38 - Give me my 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.
Page 25 - 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.
Page 21 - 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...
Page 54 - Alack, alack, is it not like that I So early waking, what with loathsome smells And shrieks like mandrakes...