Romeo and JulietJ. Pattie, 1839 Performed all over the world, and constantly adapted and reinterpreted in a variety of mediums, Shakespeare¡¯s 1597 tale about the doomed ¡°star-crossed lovers¡± from enemy families whose tumultuous affair ends in tragedy is one of his best known and most beloved plays. The story of the feuding Montague and Capulet families features the famous balcony scene where the lovers first realize their mutual affection, setting off a series of duels, secret plots, and misunderstandings that eventually leads to one of the most tragic death scenes in all of theater. |
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... mothers made . Cap . And too soon marr'd are those so early made . The earth hath swallow'd all my hopes but her : But woo her , gentle Paris ; get her heart ; An she agree , within her scope of choice Lies my consent ; so woo her ...
... mothers made . Cap . And too soon marr'd are those so early made . The earth hath swallow'd all my hopes but her : But woo her , gentle Paris ; get her heart ; An she agree , within her scope of choice Lies my consent ; so woo her ...
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... mother . Jul . ( R. C. ) Madam , I'm here . What is your will ? L. Cap . ( R. C . ) This is the matter : —Nurse , give leave awhile ; We must talk in secret . — Nurse , come back again ; I have remember'd me ; thou shalt hear our ...
... mother . Jul . ( R. C. ) Madam , I'm here . What is your will ? L. Cap . ( R. C . ) This is the matter : —Nurse , give leave awhile ; We must talk in secret . — Nurse , come back again ; I have remember'd me ; thou shalt hear our ...
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... mothers : by my count , I was your mother much upon these years That you are now a maid . Thus , then , in brief ! — The valiant Paris seeks you for his love . Nurse . A man , young lady — lady , such a man As all the world — why , he ...
... mothers : by my count , I was your mother much upon these years That you are now a maid . Thus , then , in brief ! — The valiant Paris seeks you for his love . Nurse . A man , young lady — lady , such a man As all the world — why , he ...
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... mother ? Nurse . ( L. ) Marry , bachelor , Her mother is the lady of the house , And a good lady , and a wise and virtuous . I nursed her daughter ; heiress to Lord Capulet : I tell you , he that can lay hold on her , Shall have the ...
... mother ? Nurse . ( L. ) Marry , bachelor , Her mother is the lady of the house , And a good lady , and a wise and virtuous . I nursed her daughter ; heiress to Lord Capulet : I tell you , he that can lay hold on her , Shall have the ...
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... mother Jul . Where is my mother ? —why , she is within ; Where should she be ? How oddly thou repliest ! " Your love says like an honest gentleman— Where is your mother ? " Nurse . O , our lady dear ! [ Rises in a passion , and pushes ...
... mother Jul . Where is my mother ? —why , she is within ; Where should she be ? How oddly thou repliest ! " Your love says like an honest gentleman— Where is your mother ? " Nurse . O , our lady dear ! [ Rises in a passion , and pushes ...
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Anon APOTHECARY art thou BALTHASAR banished BENVOLIO and MERCUTIO black hat CAPULET and NURSE Capulet's House Covent Garden Crosses dagger dead dear death doth dream Enter BENVOLIO Enter CAPULET Enter FRIAR LAURENCE Enter JULIET Enter LADY CAPULET Enter NURSE Enter ROMEO Exeunt CAPULET Exit eyes fair Farewell father flower gentleman give gone grief hand hate hath hear heart heaven hence holy iron crow lives look lord love's Madam Mantua marriage married Montague mother ne'er night NURSE L o'er open the monument Paris peace poison Prince quarrel R.
L. Cap Re-enter ROMEO and JULIET Room in Capulet's SCENE slain sorrow speak stay sweet sword tears tell Theatre Royal thou art thou hast Thou know'st thou shalt thou wilt Thursday thy lips to-morrow to-night Tybalt Verona villain weep wilt thou word
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66 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
24 ÆäÀÌÁö - Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night. Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny What I have spoke : but farewell compliment ! Dost thou love me ? I know thou wilt say ' Ay,' And I will take thy word : yet, if thou swear'st, Thou mayst prove false : at lovers' perjuries, They say, Jove laughs.
14 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
14 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
27 ÆäÀÌÁö - For nought so vile that on the earth doth live But to the earth some special good doth give...
24 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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.
23 ÆäÀÌÁö - With love's light wings did I o'er-perch these walls; For stony limits cannot hold love out : And what love can do, that dares love attempt ; Therefore thy kinsmen are no let to me.
22 ÆäÀÌÁö - O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head, As is a winged messenger of heaven Unto the white-upturned wond'ring eyes Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds And sails upon the bosom of the air.
22 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
35 ÆäÀÌÁö - These violent delights have violent ends, And in their triumph die, like fire and powder, Which as they kiss consume...