...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 ! Juliet. Ay me! Romeo. She speaks : O speak again, bright angel ! for thou art As glorious to this...

...piece I How did you like the garden scene, Edward ? ' See how she leans her cheek upon that hand ! O that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek 1' And tell me, Edward," she continued with great emotion, " did you not weep ?" " Oh, bitterly !"...

...position, which calls forth from Romeo the well-known gallant See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand ! O that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek ! At length Juliet, seeing no end to her perplexity, exclaims in despair, " Ah me !" on which Romeo...

...That birds 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 ! Jul. Ah me ! Rom. She speaks. — 0, speak again, bright angel ! for thou art As glorious to this...

...That birds would sing, and think it were the morn. See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand ; Oh, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek ! Jul ( Reclining with her head on her hand in the R. corner of the Balcony. ) Ah, me ! liom. (R. c....

...scene, where Romeo, bending bis frame in a sort of curve above his Juliet's window, exclaims, "Oh! that I were a glove upon that hand, that I might touch that cheek, &c.," Pat, no longer able to resist the impulse of his angry feelings, and enraged at seeing the lover's...

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

...bright, That birds would sing, and think it were nut 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 ! Ju. Ah me ! Ro. 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 cheek7. Jul. Ah me ! Rom. She speaks : O, 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 ! Jul. Ah me ! Rom. She speaks : — O, speak again, bright angel ! for thou art As glorious to this...