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Page 123
What less than death can be the prince's doom + Fri. A gentler judgment vanish'd
froin his lips , Not body's death , but body's banishment . Rom . Ha ! banishment ?
be merciful , say death ; For exile hath more terror in his look , Much more than ...
What less than death can be the prince's doom + Fri. A gentler judgment vanish'd
froin his lips , Not body's death , but body's banishment . Rom . Ha ! banishment ?
be merciful , say death ; For exile hath more terror in his look , Much more than ...
Page 138
Death has embrac'd thy wife ; see there she lies , Flower as she was , nip'd in the
bud by him . Oh Juliet , oh my child , my child ! Par . Have I thought long to see
this morning's face , And doth it give me such a sight as this ? La . Cap . Accurst ...
Death has embrac'd thy wife ; see there she lies , Flower as she was , nip'd in the
bud by him . Oh Juliet , oh my child , my child ! Par . Have I thought long to see
this morning's face , And doth it give me such a sight as this ? La . Cap . Accurst ...
Page 144
Why I descend - into this bed of death , Is partly to behold my lady's face ; But
chiefly to take thence from her dead finger , A precious ring , a ring that I must use
In dear employment ! therefore hence , be gone ; But if thou , jealous , dost return
to ...
Why I descend - into this bed of death , Is partly to behold my lady's face ; But
chiefly to take thence from her dead finger , A precious ring , a ring that I must use
In dear employment ! therefore hence , be gone ; But if thou , jealous , dost return
to ...
Page 145
Death that hath suckt the honey of my breath , Hath had no power yet upon thy
beauty ; Thou art not conquer'd , beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips , and in
thy cheeks , And death's pale flag is not advanced there . Oh Juliet , why art thou
...
Death that hath suckt the honey of my breath , Hath had no power yet upon thy
beauty ; Thou art not conquer'd , beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips , and in
thy cheeks , And death's pale flag is not advanced there . Oh Juliet , why art thou
...
Page 146
Dost thou avoid me , Romeo ? let me touch Thy hand , and taste the cordial of thy
lips You fright me - speak- let me hear some voice Besides my own in this drear
vault of death , Or I shall faint - support mem Rom . Oh I cannot , I have no ...
Dost thou avoid me , Romeo ? let me touch Thy hand , and taste the cordial of thy
lips You fright me - speak- let me hear some voice Besides my own in this drear
vault of death , Or I shall faint - support mem Rom . Oh I cannot , I have no ...
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Page 145 - O my love! my wife! Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty: Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there.
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| Title | Dramatic Works: To which is Prefixed a Life of the Author, Volume 1 Dramatic Works: To which is Prefixed a Life of the Author, David Garrick |
| Author | David Garrick |
| Edition | reprint |
| Publisher | A. Millar, 1798 |
| Original from | the University of Michigan |
| Digitized | 1 Mar 2008 |
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