He lent me counsel, and I lent him eyes. As that vast shore wash'd with the furthest sea, : Juliet. Thou knows't, the mask of night is on my face; Which the dark night hath so discovered.-Act 2, Sc. 2. Bondage is hoarse, and may not speak aloud; And make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine Romeo. It is my soul, that calls upon my name; Juliet. Romeo! Romeo. My sweet! Juliet. I would I were thy bird. Sweet, so would I; Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing. Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow, Friar Laurence. The grey-ey'd morn smiles on the frowning night, ΛΑ Checkering the eastern clouds with streaks of light; From forth day's pathway, made by Titan's wheels. ** -Sc. 3. Friar Laurence. Be plain, good son, and homely in thy drift; Riddling confession finds but riddling shrift.-Id. Friar Laurence. Violent delights have violent ends, And in their triumph die! like fire and powder, Which, as they kiss, consume:-Sc. 6. Mercutio. Men's eyes were made to look, and let them gaze.-Act 3, Sc. 1. Tybalt. Romeo, the hate I bear thee can afford To such a greeting:-Villain am I none; Therefore, farewell; I see, thou know'st me not.-Id. Romeo. Courage, man; the hurt cannot be much. Mercutio. No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church door; but 'tis enough, 'twill serve.-Id. Romeo. Hadst thou no poison mix'd, no sharp-ground knife, No sudden mean of death, though ne'er so mean, But-banished-to kill me; banished? How hast thou the heart Being a divine, a ghostly confessor, A sin-absolver, and my friend profess'd, To mangle me with that word-banishment? Friar. Thou fond, mad man, hear me but speak a word. To comfort thee, though thou art banished. Romeo. Yet banished?-Hang up philosophy! Unless philosophy can make a Juliet. Friar. Let me dispute with thee of thy estate. Romeo. Thou canst not speak of what thou dost not feel: Wert thou as young as I, Juliet thy love, An hour but married, Tybalt murdered, Doting like me, and like me banished, Then might'st thou speak, then might'st thou tear thy hair, And fall upon the ground, as I do now, Taking the measure of an unmade grave.-Sc. 3. (Juliet's chamber. Enter ROMEO and JULIET.) Juliet. Wilt thou be gone? it is not yet near day : Romeo. It was the lark, the herald of the morn, Let me be ta'en, let me be put to death; Nurse. Madam! Juliet. Nurse? Nurse. Your lady mother's coming to your chamber: The day is broke; be wary, look about. (Exit Nurse.) Juliet. Then, window, let day in, and let life out. Juliet. Art thou gone so? my (ROMEO descends.) love! my lord! my friend! I must hear from thee every day i' the hour, O! think'st thou, we shall ever meet again? Romeo. I doubt it not; and all these woes shall serve For sweet discourses in our time to come. I have an ill-divining soul: Juliet. Either my eyesight fails, or thou look'st pale. Romeo. And trust me, love, in my eyes so do you: Dry sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu! Adieu! (Exit ROMEO.) -Sc. 5. Juliet. O bid me leap, rather than marry Paris, From off the battlements of yonder tower; Or walk in thievish ways; or bid me lurk Where serpents are; chain me with roaring bears; Or shut me nightly in a charnel-house, And hide me with a dead man in his shroud; Things that, to hear them told, have made me tremble; To live an unstain'd wife to my sweet love.-Act 4, Sc. 1. My dreams presage some joyful news at hand: My bosom's lord sits lightly in his throne; And, all this day, an unaccustom'd spirit Lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts.-Act 5, Romeo. Sc. 1. O! my love, my wife, Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, Eyes, look your last! Arms, take your last embrace! lips, O! you Here's to my love! (Drinks)-O! true apothecary, Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die. (Dies.)-Sc. 3. HAMLET. Hamlet. O! that this too, too solid flesh would melt, Fye on't! O! fye: 'tis an unweeded garden That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature, Hyperion to a satyr.-Act 1, Sc. 2. Horatio. My lord, I came to see your father's funeral. Hamlet. I pray thee, do not mock me, fellow student; I think, it was to see my mother's wedding. Horatio. Indeed, my lord, it followed hard upon. Hamlet. Thrift, thrift, Horatio! the funeral bak'd meats Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables My father, methinks, I see my father. Horatio. My lord ? Hamlet. In my mind's eye, Horatio. Where, Horatio. I saw him once, he was a goodly king. Horatio. My lord, I think I saw him yesternight. Horatio. My lord, the king your father. Hamlet. The king my father? Horatio. Season your admiration for awhile With an attent ear; till I may deliver, Upon the witness of these gentlemen, This marvel to you. Hamlet. Let me hear. Horatio. Two nights together had these gentlemen, Marcellus and Bernardo, on their watch, In the dead waste and middle of the night, Been thus encounter'd. A figure like your father, Appears before them, and with solemn march, Within his truncheon's length; whilst they, distill'd Stand dumb, and speak not to him. This to me And I with them, the third night kept the watch; Where, as they had deliver'd, both in time, Form of the thing, each word made true and good, The apparition comes: I knew your father; These hands are not more like. Id. Polonius. Yet here, Laertes! aboard, aboard, for shame; The wind sits in the shoulder of your sail, And you are staid for: There,-my blessing with you; (Laying his hand on his head) And these few precepts in thy memory Look thou character. Give thy thoughts no tongue, |