The Plays of William Shakspeare, Volume 8F. C. and J. Rivington, 1823 - Theater |
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Page 122
... Mercutio , kinsman to the prince , and friend to Romeo . Benvolio , nephew to Montague , and friend to Romeo . Tybalt , nephew to Lady Capulet . Friar Lawrence , a Franciscan . Friar John , of the same order . Balthazar , servant to ...
... Mercutio , kinsman to the prince , and friend to Romeo . Benvolio , nephew to Montague , and friend to Romeo . Tybalt , nephew to Lady Capulet . Friar Lawrence , a Franciscan . Friar John , of the same order . Balthazar , servant to ...
Page 134
... Anselme , and his beauteous sisters ; The lady widow of Vitruvio ; Signior Placentio , and his lovely nieces ; Mercutio , and his brother Val- 134 Act 1 . ROMEO AND JULIET . * Serv. Find them out, whose names are written ...
... Anselme , and his beauteous sisters ; The lady widow of Vitruvio ; Signior Placentio , and his lovely nieces ; Mercutio , and his brother Val- 134 Act 1 . ROMEO AND JULIET . * Serv. Find them out, whose names are written ...
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William Shakespeare. his lovely nieces ; Mercutio , and his brother Val- entine : Mine uncle Capulet , his wife , and daugh- ters ; My fair niece Rosaline ; Livia ; Signior Valentio , and his cousin Tybalt ; Lucio , and the lively Helena ...
William Shakespeare. his lovely nieces ; Mercutio , and his brother Val- entine : Mine uncle Capulet , his wife , and daugh- ters ; My fair niece Rosaline ; Livia ; Signior Valentio , and his cousin Tybalt ; Lucio , and the lively Helena ...
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... Mercutio , peace ; Thou talk'st of nothing . ( 1 ) A place in court . ( 2 ) i . e . Fairy - locks , locks of hair clotted and tangled in the night . Mer . Which are the children of an idle brain 142 Act 1 . ROMEO AND JULIET .
... Mercutio , peace ; Thou talk'st of nothing . ( 1 ) A place in court . ( 2 ) i . e . Fairy - locks , locks of hair clotted and tangled in the night . Mer . Which are the children of an idle brain 142 Act 1 . ROMEO AND JULIET .
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... , when my heart is here ? Turn back , dull earth , and find thy centre out . [ He climbs the wall , and leaps down within it . ( 1 ) i . e . Himself . Enter Benvolio , and Mercutio . Ben . Romeo ! 148 Act II . ROMEO AND JULIET .
... , when my heart is here ? Turn back , dull earth , and find thy centre out . [ He climbs the wall , and leaps down within it . ( 1 ) i . e . Himself . Enter Benvolio , and Mercutio . Ben . Romeo ! 148 Act II . ROMEO AND JULIET .
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Page 341 - tis not to come ; if it be not to come, it will be now ; if it be not now, yet it will come : the readiness is all.
Page 187 - 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 230 - gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long : And then, they say, no spirit dares stir abroad; The nights are wholesome ; then no planets strike, No fairy takes, nor witch hath power to charm, So hallow'd and so gracious is the time.
Page 19 - This is the excellent foppery of the world, that, when we are sick in fortune, — often the surfeit of our own behaviour, — we make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars: as if we were villains by necessity; fools by heavenly compulsion; knaves, thieves, and treachers, by spherical predominance; drunkards, liars, and adulterers, by an enforced obedience of planetary influence; and all that we are evil in, by a divine thrusting on: an admirable evasion of whoremaster man, to...
Page 273 - I have heard, That guilty creatures, sitting at a play, Have by the very cunning of the scene Been struck so to the soul, that presently They have proclaim'd their malefactions ; For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak With most miraculous organ.
Page 281 - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.
Page 406 - Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls : Who steals my purse, steals trash ; 'tis something, nothing ; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands : But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him, And makes me poor indeed, Oth.
Page 8 - Why have my sisters husbands, if they say, They love you, all ? Haply, when I shall wed, That lord, whose hand must take my plight, shall carry Half my love with him, half my care, and duty: Sure, I shall never marry like my sisters, To love my father all.
Page 279 - Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus ; but use all gently ; for in the very torrent, tempest, and (as I may say) whirlwind of your passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance, that may give it smoothness.
Page 151 - Tis but thy name that is my enemy ; Thou art thyself, though not a Montague. What's Montague ? it is nor hand, nor foot, Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part Belonging to a man. O, be some other name ! 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.