Maude Adams acting edition of Romeo and Juliet; . e die strangled ere my Romeo comes ? Or, if I live, is it not very like. The horrible conceit of death and night. Together with the terror of the place. Where for these many hundred years the bones Of all my buried ancestors are packd ; Where bloody Tybalt, yet but green in earth. Lies festering in his shroud ; where, as they say. At some hours in the night spirits resort ;— Alack, alack, is it not like that I, So early waking, what with loathsome smells And shrieks like mandrakes torn out of the earth. That living mortals hearing them run mad.
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Maude Adams acting edition of Romeo and Juliet; . e die strangled ere my Romeo comes ? Or, if I live, is it not very like. The horrible conceit of death and night. Together with the terror of the place. Where for these many hundred years the bones Of all my buried ancestors are packd ; Where bloody Tybalt, yet but green in earth. Lies festering in his shroud ; where, as they say. At some hours in the night spirits resort ;— Alack, alack, is it not like that I, So early waking, what with loathsome smells And shrieks like mandrakes torn out of the earth. That living mortals hearing them run mad. O, if I wake, shall I not be distraught. Environed vdth all these hideous fears. And madly play with my forefathers joints ; And pluck the mangled Tybalt from his shroud ; And, in this rage, with some great kinsmans bone. As with a club, dash out my desperate brains ? O, look ! methinks I see my cousins ghost Seeking out Romeo;—Stay, Tybalt, stay !— Goes to window, R.Romeo, I come ! This do I drink to thee. [She falls on the stage, C. 98. I