Tragedy of Romeo & Juliet; With Preface, Glossary &C

Tragedy of Romeo & Juliet; With Preface, Glossary &C

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1905 edition. Excerpt: ... Lovers can see to do their amorous rites By their own beauties; or, if love be blind, It best agrees with night. Come, civil night, 10 Thou sober-suited matron, all in black, And learn me how to lose a winning match, Play'd for a pair of stainless maidenhoods: Hood my unmann'd blood bating in my cheeks With thy black mantle, till strange love grown bold Think true love acted simple modesty. Come, night, come, Romeo, come, thou day in night; For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night Whiter than new snow on a raven's back. Come, gentle night, come, loving, black-brow'd night, Give me my Romeo; and, when he shall die, 21 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. O, I have bought the mansion of a love, But not possess'd it, and, though I am sold, Not yet enjoy'd; so tedious is this day As is the night before some festival To an impatient child that hath new robes 30 And may not wear them. O, here comes my nurse, And she brings news, and every tongue that speaks But Romeo's name speaks heavenly eloquence. Enter Nurse, with cords. Now, nurse, what news? What hast thou there? the cords That Romeo bid thee fetch? Nurse. Ay, ay, the cords. Throws them down. Jul. Ay me! what news? why dost thou wring thy hands? Nurse. Ah, well-a-day! he's dead, he's dead, he's dead. We are undone, lady, we are undone. Alack the day! he's gone, he's kill'd, he's dead. Jul. Can heaven be so envious? Nurse. Romeo can, 40 Though heaven cannot. O Romeo, Romeo! Who ever would have thought it? Romeo! Jul. What devil art thou that dost torment me thus? This torture should be roar'd in dismal hell. Hath Romeo slain himself? say thou but ' I, ' And more

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  • Paperback | 40 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 2mm | 91g
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • Illustrations, black and white
  • 1236556135
  • 9781236556134