Twenty of the Plays of Shakespeare: The most excellent tragedie of Romeo and Iuliet. 1597. The most lamentable |
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When the deuout religion of mine eye Maintaines fuch falfhood , then turne teares to fire , And these who often drownde could neuer die , Tranfparent heretiques be burnt for liers . One fairer than my loue , the all seeing sonne Nere ...
When the deuout religion of mine eye Maintaines fuch falfhood , then turne teares to fire , And these who often drownde could neuer die , Tranfparent heretiques be burnt for liers . One fairer than my loue , the all seeing sonne Nere ...
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I will be deafe to pleading and excuses , Nor teares nor prayers fhall purchase for abuses . Pittie fhall dwell and gouerne with vs still : Mercie to all but murdrers , pardoning none that kill . Enter Iuliet . Iul .
I will be deafe to pleading and excuses , Nor teares nor prayers fhall purchase for abuses . Pittie fhall dwell and gouerne with vs still : Mercie to all but murdrers , pardoning none that kill . Enter Iuliet . Iul .
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... Fr. By and by I come . Nur . One from lady Iuliet . Fr. Then come neare . Nur . Oh holy fryer , tell mee oh holy fryer , Where is my ladies lord ? Wher's Romeo ? Fr. There on the ground , with his owne teares made drunke . Nur .
... Fr. By and by I come . Nur . One from lady Iuliet . Fr. Then come neare . Nur . Oh holy fryer , tell mee oh holy fryer , Where is my ladies lord ? Wher's Romeo ? Fr. There on the ground , with his owne teares made drunke . Nur .
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What euermore weeping for your cofens death : I thinke thoult wash him from his graue with teares . Iul . I cannot chufe , hauing fo great a losse . Moth . Moth . I cannot blame thee . But it greenes THE MOST EXCELLENT TRAGEDIE.
What euermore weeping for your cofens death : I thinke thoult wash him from his graue with teares . Iul . I cannot chufe , hauing fo great a losse . Moth . Moth . I cannot blame thee . But it greenes THE MOST EXCELLENT TRAGEDIE.
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In one little bodie thou resemblest a sea , a barke , a storme : For this thy bodie which I tearme a berke , Still floating in thy euerfalling teares , And toft with fighes arifing from thy hart : Will without fuccour shipwracke ...
In one little bodie thou resemblest a sea , a barke , a storme : For this thy bodie which I tearme a berke , Still floating in thy euerfalling teares , And toft with fighes arifing from thy hart : Will without fuccour shipwracke ...
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againe againſt backe beare beauty better Caffio comes daughter dead deare death doth downe earth Enter euen euery Exeunt Exit eyes face faire fall father feare felfe fhall fight fome fortune foule fpeake fuch fweet giue gone grace Hamlet hand hath haue head heare heart heauen heere helpe hold Hora houre Iuliet keepe kind King lady leaue Leir light liue looke lord loue married matter meanes mind moft morrow moſt mother muſt nature neuer night once play poore pray queene Romeo ſhall ſhe ſhould teares tell thanke thee theſe thine thing thinke thou art thought Tibalt true vnto vpon watch whofe wife wilt