Romeo and JulietNew Shakespere society, 1875 - 141 страници |
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Страница 29 - What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot, Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part Belonging to a man. O, be some other name! What's in a name? that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet; So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd, Retain that dear perfection which he owes Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name, And for that name which is no part of thee Take all myself.
Страница 114 - For nought so vile that on the earth doth live, But to the earth some special good doth give...
Страница 29 - As is a winged meflenger of heauen Vnto the white vpturned wondring eyes, Of mortalls that fall backe to gaze on him...
Страница 114 - Fri. The grey-eyed morne smiles on the frowning night, Checking the Easterne clowdes with streaks of light : And fleckeld darknesse like a drunkard reeles, From forth daies path, and Titans burning wheeles : Now ere jfec.
Страница 33 - That lets it hop a litle from his hand, Like a poore prifoner in his twifted giues, And with a filken threed, plucks it backe againe.
Страница 140 - Heer's to thy health, where ere thou tombest in. O true Appothecarie! Thy drugs are quicke. Thus with a kisse I die. Depart againe, here, here, will I remaine, With wormes that are thy Chamber-maides...