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Bellwork , April 18 v= verb n=noun adj =adjective adv=adverb prep=preposition pron =pronoun int =interjection conj=conjunction. What noise is this? Give me my long sword, ho ! Could we but learn from whence his sorrows grow, we would as willingly give cure as know.
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Bellwork, April 18v= verb n=noun adj=adjective adv=adverb prep=preposition pron=pronoun int=interjection conj=conjunction • What noise is this? Give me my long sword, ho! • Could we but learn from whence his sorrows grow, we would as willingly give cure as know. • Younger than you, here in Verona, ladies of esteem, are already mothers. • Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight! For I ne’er saw true beauty till this night. • She speaks, yet she says nothing.
Bellwork, April 19v= verb n=noun adj=adjective adv=adverb prep=preposition pron=pronoun int=interjection conj=conjunction • But trust me, gentlemen, I’ll prove more true than those that have more cunning to be strange. • Wisely and slow. They stumble that run fast. • Therefore love moderately; long love doth so; too swift arrives as tardy as too slow. • So tedious is this day as is the night before some festival to an impatient child that hath new robes and may not wear them. • Hath Romeo slain himself?
Bellwork, April 20 v= verb n=noun adj=adjective adv=adverb prep=preposition pron=pronoun int=interjection conj=conjunction • Ask for me tomorrow, and you shall find me a grave man. • It was the nightingale, and not the lark, that pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear. • Come you to make confession to this father? • Accursed, unhappy, wretched, hateful day! • Ah, Juliet, I already know thy grief; it strains me past the compass of my wits.
Bellwork, April 21v= verb n=noun adj=adjective adv=adverb prep=preposition pron=pronoun int=interjection conj=conjunction • Nurse, will you go with me into my closet to help me sort such needful ornaments as you think fit to furnish me tomorrow? • Ah me! How sweet is love itself possessed, when but love’s shadows are so rich in joy! • How fares my Juliet? That I ask again, for nothing can be ill if she be well. • Can vengeance be pursued further than death? • O true apothecary! Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die.