THE

PLAYS

OF

SHAKSPEARE.

VOL. XIII.

Far from the sun and summer gale,

In thy green lap was Nature's darling laid,
What time, where lucid Avon stray'd,
To him the mighty mother did unveil
Her awful face: the dauntless child

Stretch'd forth its little arms, and smiled.

This pencil take,' she said, whose colors clear Richly paint the vernal year;

Thine too these golden keys, immortal boy!

This can unlock the gates of joy ;
Of horror that, and thrilling fears,

Or ope the sacred source of sympathetic tears.'

GRAY..

PLAYS

of

SHAKSPEARE.

IN FOURTEEN VOLUMES,

VOL. XIII.

KING LEAR.

ROMEO AND JULIET.

LONDON:

L. A. LEWIS, 125, FLEET STREET.

MDCCCXLI.

LONDON:

Printed by Maurice and Co., Howford Buildings,

Fenchurch Street.