mourners, and stay dinner. Exeunt. ACT V. Scene I. Mantua. A street. Enter Romeo. Rom. If I may...
2011-12-10
By heaven, I love thee better than myself, For I come hither arm'd against myself. Stay not, be go...
As I intended, for it wrought on her The form of death. Meantime I writ to Romeo That he should hi...
Why railest thou on thy birth, the heaven, and earth? Since birth and heaven and earth, all three d...
That he shall soon keep Tybalt company; And then I hope thou wilt be satisfied. Jul. Indeed I neve...
Are you at leisure, holy father, now, Or shall I come to you at evening mass Friar. My leisure ser...
So early waking- what with loathsome smells, And shrieks like mandrakes torn out of the earth, Tha...
But he, his own affections' counsellor, Is to himself- I will not say how true- But to himself so ...
2011-12-06
Ben. What, art thou hurt? Mer. Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch. Marry, 'tis enough. Where is my page?...
Ben. Tut! you saw her fair, none else being by, Herself pois'd with herself in either eye; But in ...
Dove-feather'd raven! wolvish-ravening lamb! Despised substance of divinest show! Just opposite to...
Through lovers' brains, and then they dream of love; O'er courtiers' knees, that dream on cursies s...
That I must love a loathed enemy. Nurse. What's this? what's this? Jul. A rhyme I learnt even now ...
I have no joy of this contract to-night. It is too rash, too unadvis'd, too sudden; Too like the l...
Ben. Nay, he will answer the letter's master, how he dares, being dared. Mer. Alas, poor Romeo, he...