Romeo and Juliet. With alterations, and an additional scene: by D. Garrick, as it is performed at the Theatre-Royal in Drury-laneJ. & R. Tonson and S. Draper, 1753 - 12 pagini |
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Pagina 6
... Tibalt , Old Capulet . Friar Lawrence , Friar John . Balthafar , Gregory , Samplon , Abram , JULIET , Lady Capulet , Nurse , Mr. Mozeen . Mr. Blakes . Mr. Johnson . Mr. Havard . Mr. Sirafe . Mr. Ackman . Mr. W. Vaughan , Mr. Clough . Mr ...
... Tibalt , Old Capulet . Friar Lawrence , Friar John . Balthafar , Gregory , Samplon , Abram , JULIET , Lady Capulet , Nurse , Mr. Mozeen . Mr. Blakes . Mr. Johnson . Mr. Havard . Mr. Sirafe . Mr. Ackman . Mr. W. Vaughan , Mr. Clough . Mr ...
Pagina 8
... Tibalt . Tib . What , art thou drawn amongst thefe heartless hinds ? Turn thee , Benvolio , look upon thy death . Ben . I do but keep the peace ; put up thy sword , Or manage it to part these men with me . Tib . What drawn , and talk of ...
... Tibalt . Tib . What , art thou drawn amongst thefe heartless hinds ? Turn thee , Benvolio , look upon thy death . Ben . I do but keep the peace ; put up thy sword , Or manage it to part these men with me . Tib . What drawn , and talk of ...
Pagina 9
... Tibalt , with his fword prepar'd , Which as he breath'd defiance to my ears , He fwung about his head , and cut the winds , While we were interchanging thrufts and blows , Came more and more , and fought on part and part , ' Till the ...
... Tibalt , with his fword prepar'd , Which as he breath'd defiance to my ears , He fwung about his head , and cut the winds , While we were interchanging thrufts and blows , Came more and more , and fought on part and part , ' Till the ...
Pagina 27
... Tibalt , the kinfman to old Capulet , hath fent a letter to his father's houfe . Mer . A challenge , on my life ... Tibalt ? Ben . Why , what is Tibalt ? Mer . Oh he's the courageous captain of compliments ; he fights as you fing prick ...
... Tibalt , the kinfman to old Capulet , hath fent a letter to his father's houfe . Mer . A challenge , on my life ... Tibalt ? Ben . Why , what is Tibalt ? Mer . Oh he's the courageous captain of compliments ; he fights as you fing prick ...
Pagina 34
... Tibalt , Petruchio , and others . Ben . By my head , here come the Capulets . Mer . By my heel , I care not . Tib . Be near at hand , for I will speak to them : Gentlemen , good den , a word with one of you . Mer . And but one word with ...
... Tibalt , Petruchio , and others . Ben . By my head , here come the Capulets . Mer . By my heel , I care not . Tib . Be near at hand , for I will speak to them : Gentlemen , good den , a word with one of you . Mer . And but one word with ...
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Pagina 14 - Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid : Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut, Made by the joiner squirrel, or old grub, Time out of mind the fairies' coach-makers. And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers...
Pagina 13 - 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...
Pagina 21 - Would through the airy region stream so bright, That birds would sing, and think it were not night — See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand ! O, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek ! Jul.
Pagina 14 - 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, who wooes Even now the frozen bosom of the north, And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, Turning his face to the dew-dropping south.
Pagina 14 - Tickling a parson's nose as a' lies asleep, Then dreams he of another benefice; Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck, And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats, Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades, Of healths five fathom deep; and then anon Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes; And, being thus frighted, swears a prayer or two, And sleeps again.
Pagina 24 - My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite.
Pagina 38 - Give me my 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.
Pagina 25 - Tis almost morning; I would have thee gone: And yet no further than a wanton's bird; Who lets it hop a little from her hand, Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves, And with a silk thread plucks it back again, So loving-jealous of his liberty.
Pagina 21 - 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...
Pagina 54 - Alack, alack, is it not like that I So early waking, what with loathsome smells And shrieks like mandrakes...