...was by no means the approaches of a bold libertine, though he exclaimed, in a theatrical tone—" Oh that I were a glove upon that hand, that I might touch that cheek !" and added, while he seated himself beside her — " Lady, by yon blessed moon, I swear — " but...

...bright, That hirds would sing, and think it were not night. See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand ! O, that I were a glove upon that hand,* That I might touch that cheek!3 Jul. Ah me ! Rom. She speaks : — O, speak again, bright angel ! for thou art As glorious...

...bright, That birds would sing, and think it were not night. See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand ! O, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek! Jul. Ah me ! Rom. She speaks :— O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art As glorious to this night,...

...< That birds would sing, and think it were not night. See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand ! O, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek ! Jul. Ah me ! Rom. She speaks : — O, speak again, bright angel ! for thou art As glorious to this...

...bright, That hirds would sing, and think it were not night See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand! 0, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek ! J»l. Ah me ! Hum. She speaks : — 0, speak again, bright angel ! for thou art As glorious to this...

...bright, That birds would sing, and think it were not night. See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand! O, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek ! (1) Alluding to the old ballad of the king and the beggar. (2) This phrase in Shakspeare's time was...

...bright, That birds would sing, and think it were not night. See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand ! O, that I were a glove upon that hand. That I might touch that cheek ! Jul. Ah me ! Rom. She speaks : — O, speak again, bright angel ! for thou art As glorious to this...

...love with night, And pay no worship to the garish sun. See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand ! O, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek ! O, she, that hath a heart of that fine frame, To pay this debt of love but to a brother, How will...

...bright, That birds would sing, and think it were not night. See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand! O, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek! Jul. 'Ah, me! Rom. She speaks:— O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art As glorious to this night,...

...bright, That birds would sing, and think it were not night. See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand! O, that I were a glove upon that hand. That I might touch that check ! (1) Alluding to the old ballad of the king and the beggar. (2) This phrase in Shakspeare's...