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Title: Maude Adams acting edition of Romeo and Juliet;
Year: 1899 (1890s)
Authors: Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616 Adams, Maude, 1872-1953
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Publisher: New York, R. H. Russell
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
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one too much. And that we have a curse in having her ; Out on her hilding ! ^Crosses to R. and up C. 85 ROMEO and JULIET Nurse. \^Meeting him.) God in heaven bless her ! You are to blame, my lord, to rate her so. C A PU L ET. And why, my lady wisdom ? hold your tongue, ( Up stage C.Good prudence ; smatter with your gossips, go. (^Down C. Nurse. I speak no treason. C A P U L E T.O, God ye—god-den ! Nurse. May not one speak ? C A PU LET.Peace, you mumbling fool !^Cresses to Lady Capulet, back of table, L. C. Lady Capulet. r^/V^/.) You are too hot. Capulet. Gods bread ! it makes me mad: (^Crossesback to R. H. Day, night, hour, tide, time, work, play. Alone, in company, still my care hath been To have her matched ; and having now provided A gentleman of noble parentage. Of fair demesnes, youthful, and nobly traind. Proportiond as ones thoughts would wish a man,— And then to have a wretched puling fool, A whining mammet, in her fortunes tender. To answer I 11 not wed, I cannot love, 86
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>i ROMEO and JULIET I am too young ; I pray you pardon me ? But, an you will not wed, I 11 pardon you ; Graze where you will, you shall not house with me : Look to t, think on t, I do not use to jest, \^Moves to L. An you be mine, I 11 give you to my friend ; An you be not, hang, beg, starve, die in the streets. For, by my soul, I 11 neer acknowledge thee. ^Exit L. j E. Juliet. rC) Is there no pity sitting in the clouds.That sees into the bottom of my grief? (Lady Capulet moves to L., as if to follow Capulet.O, sweet my mother, cast me not away !Delay this marriage for a month, a week;Or, if you do not, make the bridal bedIn that dim monument where Tybalt lies. (Nurse comes slowly down R. C. Lady Capulet. Talk not to me, for I 11 not speak a word j Do as thou wilt, for I have done with thee. \Exit. Juliet. (Sinking Jown.) O God ! (Nurse ^^^j to her.) O nurse,how shall this be prevented ? Comfort me, counsel mc. (Nurse belj>s her to couch. Alack, alack, that heaven should practic

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