The Plays of William Shakespeare: With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators, Том 12 |
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Then hie you hence to friar Laurence ' cell , There stays a husband to make you a
wife : Now comes the wanton blood up in your cheeks , They ' ll be in scarlet
straight at any news . Hie you to church ; I must another way , To fetch a ladder ,
by ...
Then hie you hence to friar Laurence ' cell , There stays a husband to make you a
wife : Now comes the wanton blood up in your cheeks , They ' ll be in scarlet
straight at any news . Hie you to church ; I must another way , To fetch a ladder ,
by ...
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With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators William
Shakespeare Isaac Reed. I come from lady Juliet . Fri. Welcome then . Enter
Nurse . Nurse . O holy friar , O , teil me , holy friar , Where is my lady's lord , where
' s Romeo ?
With the Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators William
Shakespeare Isaac Reed. I come from lady Juliet . Fri. Welcome then . Enter
Nurse . Nurse . O holy friar , O , teil me , holy friar , Where is my lady's lord , where
' s Romeo ?
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... Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators William Shakespeare
Isaac Reed. Murder'd her kinsman . - O tell me , friar , tell me , In what vile part of
this anatomy Doth my name lodge ? tell me , that I may sack The hateful mansion
.
... Corrections and Illustrations of Various Commentators William Shakespeare
Isaac Reed. Murder'd her kinsman . - O tell me , friar , tell me , In what vile part of
this anatomy Doth my name lodge ? tell me , that I may sack The hateful mansion
.
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Friar Laurence's Cell . Enter Friar John . John . Holy Franciscan friar ! brother , ho
! Enter Friar LAURENCE . Lau . This same should be the voice of friar John.
Welcome from Mantua : What says Romeo ? Or , if his mind be writ , give me his
letter ...
Friar Laurence's Cell . Enter Friar John . John . Holy Franciscan friar ! brother , ho
! Enter Friar LAURENCE . Lau . This same should be the voice of friar John.
Welcome from Mantua : What says Romeo ? Or , if his mind be writ , give me his
letter ...
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Enter another Watchman , with Friar LAURENCE . 3 Watch . Here is a friar , that
trembles , sighs , and weeps : We took this mattock and this spade from him , As
he was coming from this churchyard side . I Watch . A great suspicion ; Stay the ...
Enter another Watchman , with Friar LAURENCE . 3 Watch . Here is a friar , that
trembles , sighs , and weeps : We took this mattock and this spade from him , As
he was coming from this churchyard side . I Watch . A great suspicion ; Stay the ...
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