Select Plays of William Shakespeare: In Six Volumes. With the Corrections & Illustrations of Various Commentators. To which are Added, Notes, Volume 5proprietors, 1820 |
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Page 208
... Tybalt , nephew to lady Capulet . Friar Lawrence , a franciscan . Friar John , of the same order . Balthasar , servant to Romeo . Sampson , Gregory , S servants to Capulet . Abram , servant to Montague . An apothecary . Three musicians ...
... Tybalt , nephew to lady Capulet . Friar Lawrence , a franciscan . Friar John , of the same order . Balthasar , servant to Romeo . Sampson , Gregory , S servants to Capulet . Abram , servant to Montague . An apothecary . Three musicians ...
Page 213
... Tybalt , who enters immediately after Benvolio , but on a different part of the stage . The eyes of the servant may be directed the way he sees Tybalt coming , and in the mean time , Benvolio enters on the op- posite side . Steevens . 9 ...
... Tybalt , who enters immediately after Benvolio , but on a different part of the stage . The eyes of the servant may be directed the way he sees Tybalt coming , and in the mean time , Benvolio enters on the op- posite side . Steevens . 9 ...
Page 215
... Tybalt , with his sword prepar'd ; Which , as he breath'd defiance to my ears , He swung about his head , and cut the winds , Who , nothing hurt withal , hiss'd him in scorn : While we were interchanging thrusts and blows , Came more ...
... Tybalt , with his sword prepar'd ; Which , as he breath'd defiance to my ears , He swung about his head , and cut the winds , Who , nothing hurt withal , hiss'd him in scorn : While we were interchanging thrusts and blows , Came more ...
Page 252
... Tybalt my cousin ! -O my brother's child . " 66 So , in As you Like it : " Ros . Me uncle ? " Duke . You cousin ! " And Olivia , in Twelfth Night , constantly calls her uncle Toby cousin . Ritson . Shakspeare and other contemporary ...
... Tybalt my cousin ! -O my brother's child . " 66 So , in As you Like it : " Ros . Me uncle ? " Duke . You cousin ! " And Olivia , in Twelfth Night , constantly calls her uncle Toby cousin . Ritson . Shakspeare and other contemporary ...
Page 277
... Tybalt , the kinsman of old Capulet , Hath sent a letter to his father's house . 9 Mer . A challenge , on my life . Ben . Romeo will answer it . Mer . Any man , that can write , may answer a letter . and could not spell , ] Thus the ...
... Tybalt , the kinsman of old Capulet , Hath sent a letter to his father's house . 9 Mer . A challenge , on my life . Ben . Romeo will answer it . Mer . Any man , that can write , may answer a letter . and could not spell , ] Thus the ...
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Page 42 - Take but degree away, untune that string, And, hark what discord follows! each thing meets In mere oppugnancy: the bounded waters Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores And make a sop of all this solid globe: Strength should be lord of imbecility, And the rude son should strike his father dead: Force should be right; or rather, right and wrong, Between whose endless jar justice resides, Should lose their names, and so should justice too.
Page 119 - O, let not virtue seek Remuneration for the thing it was: For beauty, wit, High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service, Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all To envious and calumniating time. One touch of nature makes the whole world kin...
Page 326 - 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.
Page 263 - 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 207 - 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
Page 263 - tis not to me she speaks : Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Having some business, do entreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres till they return.
Page 40 - The heavens themselves, the planets, and this centre, Observe degree, priority, and place, Insisture, course, proportion, season, form, Office, and custom, in all line of order...
Page 310 - 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 269 - 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.
Page 268 - Thou mayst prove false: at lovers' perjuries, They say, Jove laughs. O gentle Romeo ! If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully: Or if thou think'st I am too quickly won, I'll frown and be perverse and say thee nay, So thou wilt woo; but else, not for the world. In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond; And therefore thou mayst think my 'haviour light: But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true Than those that have more cunning to be strange.