O here's a wit of cheveril, that stretches from an, I stretch it out for that word 'broad;' which added. I warrant thee, my man's as true as steel. I will dry-beat you, with an iron wit, and put up my iron dagger. That I will show you shining at this feast. And it mis-sheathed in my daughter's bosom! Is three long hours, yet she is not come. whore!' Will now deny to dance? To move is to stir; and to be valiant is to stand: therefore, if thou art moved, thou runn'st away. Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take. Call this a lightning? Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. Alack the day, she's dead, she's dead, she's dead! Yet nature's tears are reason's merriment. what, dost thou make us minstrels? Romeo & Juliet is a 2013 internationally co-produced romantic drama film adaptation of William Shakespeare's romantic tragedy of the same name written by Julian Fellowes and directed by Carlo Carlei.The film stars Douglas Booth, Hailee Steinfeld, Damian Lewis, Kodi Smit-McPhee, Ed Westwick, Stellan Skarsgård and Paul Giamatti.The film opened in the United Kingdom and the United States on … Death is my son-in-law, Death is my heir; And leave him all; life, living, all is Death's. Rather than Paris. Had she affections and warm youthful blood. Pardon, good Mercutio, my business was great; and in. May stand in number, though in reckoning none, Through fair Verona; find those persons out. >> O, how my heart abhors. O that deceit should dwell. Romeo! Here in the churchyard; yet I will adventure. I must to the learned.--In good time. By one that I'll procure to come to thee. A glooming peace this morning with it brings; The sun, for sorrow, will not show his head: Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things; Some shall be pardon'd, and some punished. Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air. Cheerly, boys; be. Who here hath lain these two days buried. Soon sleep in quiet. ways, wench; serve God. Thou desirest me to stop in my tale against the hair. O, be some other name! What, goodman boy! be-rhyme her; Dido a dowdy; Cleopatra a gipsy; Helen and Hero hildings and harlots; Thisbe a grey, eye or so, but not to the purpose. Till the prince came, who parted either part. O, tell me, friar, tell me, Doth my name lodge? Romeo is banish'd; and all the world to nothing. thy form cries out thou art: Thy tears are womanish; thy wild acts denote. Shall I speak ill of him that is my husband? PRINCE Search, seek, and know how this foul murder comes. Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck. Who nothing hurt withal hiss'd him in scorn: While we were interchanging thrusts and blows. I am none of his flirt-gills; I am, none of his skains-mates. My lord, I would that Thursday were to-morrow. It were a grief, so brief to part with thee: Farewell. couple it with, You shall find me apt enough to that, sir, an you. Mist-like, infold me from the search of eyes. Now is he for the numbers, that Petrarch flowed in: Laura to his lady was but a, kitchen-wench; marry, she had a better love to. Prepare her, wife, against this wedding-day. I dreamt my lady came and found me dead--, Strange dream, that gives a dead man leave. 10. That calls our person from our morning's rest? Doing more murders in this loathsome world. Some means to come to shrift this afternoon; And there she shall at Friar Laurence' cell. O God!--O nurse, how shall this be prevented? That birds would sing and think it were not night. what, still in tears? What I have spoke: but farewell compliment! Which, well thou know'st, is cross, and full of sin. She hath, and in that sparing makes huge waste. b. the drug is too strong. His agile arm beats down their fatal points, And 'twixt them rushes; underneath whose arm, An envious thrust from Tybalt hit the life, And to 't they go like lightning, for, ere I. These are news indeed! In faith, I will. This vault a feasting presence full of light. Since arm from arm that voice doth us affray. Well, thou hast comforted me marvellous much. And breathed such life with kisses in my lips. she that makes dainty. Then she hath sworn that she will still live chaste? Your first is dead; or 'twere as good he were. How oddly thou repliest! Lest that thy love prove likewise variable. how oft to-night. That shows thee a weak slave; for the weakest goes. As all the world--why, he's a man of wax. To twinkle in their spheres till they return. Indeed, I should have ask'd you that before. /Length 2704 What, cheerly, my hearts! sweet-heart! O, teach me how I should forget to think. Nurse! Accursed, unhappy, wretched, hateful day! fast, I warrant her, she: Why, lamb! But that thou overheard'st, ere I was ware. to any gentlewoman, and very weak dealing. ah sir! Now, nurse, what news? Enter, several of both houses, who join the fray; then enter Citizens, with clubs, Enter CAPULET in his gown, and LADY CAPULET, Exeunt all but MONTAGUE, LADY MONTAGUE, and BENVOLIO, Enter CAPULET, with JULIET and others of his house, meeting the Guests and Maskers, He climbs the wall, and leaps down within it, TYBALT under ROMEO's arm stabs MERCUTIO, and flies with his followers, Enter Prince, attended; MONTAGUE, CAPULET, their Wives, and others, She falls upon her bed, within the curtains, Enter three or four Servingmen, with spits, logs, and baskets, Enter FRIAR LAURENCE and PARIS, with Musicians, Exeunt CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, PARIS, and FRIAR LAURENCE, Enter ROMEO and BALTHASAR, with a torch, mattock, & c, Enter, at the other end of the churchyard, FRIAR LAURENCE, with a lantern, crow, and spade, Re-enter some of the Watch, with BALTHASAR, Re-enter others of the Watch, with FRIAR LAURENCE. This is the matter:--Nurse, give leave awhile. Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch; marry, 'tis enough. If I may trust the flattering truth of sleep. Saint Francis be my speed! We must talk in secret:--nurse, come back again; I have remember'd me, thou's hear our counsel. Which too untimely here did scorn the earth. For such a wish! O, tell not me of fear! Ah, poor my lord, what tongue shall smooth thy name. Be patient, for the world is broad and wide. What, dress'd! That plats the manes of horses in the night. We shall be much unfurnished for this time. Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's ensign yet. And in my temper soften'd valour's steel! Ay, madam, from the reach of these my hands: Would none but I might venge my cousin's death! Who's there? Come on then, let's to bed. I warrant, an I should live a thousand years. Since this same wayward girl is so reclaim'd. Why, how now, kinsman! Marry, my child, early next Thursday morn. See thou deliver it to my lord and father. � , ' \ �. We waste our lights in vain, like lamps by day. give me some aqua vitae: These griefs, these woes, these sorrows make me old. Thy husband in thy bosom there lies dead; And Paris too. Peter, take my fan, and go before and apace. She, I'll swear, hath corns; am I come near ye now? Be sacrificed, some hour before his time. The dashing rocks thy sea-sick weary bark! And threatened me with death, going in the vault. my wife! If you do, sir, I am for you: I serve as good a man as you. He came with flowers to strew his lady's grave; Anon comes one with light to ope the tomb; This letter doth make good the friar's words. O think'st thou we shall ever meet again? To hear him named, and cannot come to him. She wakes; and I entreated her come forth. Where is she? I will carry no crotchets: I'll re you. With thy black mantle; till strange love, grown bold. The tears have got small victory by that; For it was bad enough before their spite. Now, afore God! Thou art like one of those fellows that when he, enters the confines of a tavern claps me his sword, upon the table and says 'God send me no need of, thee!' all men call thee fickle: If thou art fickle, what dost thou with him. For then she could stand alone; nay, by the rood. 'Tis almost morning; I would have thee gone: Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves. Transparent heretics, be burnt for liars! Farewell, my lord. now art thou sociable, now art thou Romeo; now art. Hark you, sir. In tatter'd weeds, with overwhelming brows. I'll look to like, if looking liking move: Than your consent gives strength to make it fly. Well, well, thou hast a careful father, child; That thou expect'st not nor I look'd not for. What, lamb! This love feel I, that feel no love in this. Or I shall faint. whence come you? I would not for the world they saw thee here. Came more and more and fought on part and part. Alack the day! hold your tongue. doth she not give us thanks? They fight, and Tybalt is slain (III,i.). In thee at once; which thou at once wouldst lose. 'Tis but the pale reflex of Cynthia's brow; Nor that is not the lark, whose notes do beat. that is something stale and hoar ere it be spent. She hath not seen the change of fourteen years. I think you are happy in this second match. Have thrice disturb'd the quiet of our streets. What sorrow craves acquaintance at my hand. Hence-banished is banish'd from the world. Therefore do nimble-pinion'd doves draw love. God mark thee to his grace! 'Romeo is banished!'. What, ho! } � 8 [ This wind, you talk of, blows us from ourselves; Supper is done, and we shall come too late. Taking thy part, hath rush'd aside the law. What says he of our marriage? By leaving earth? Come, cords, come, nurse; I'll to my wedding-bed; And death, not Romeo, take my maidenhead! And the place death, considering who thou art. hence to wait; I beseech you, follow straight. I pray thee, good Mercutio, let's retire: And, if we meet, we shall not scape a brawl; For now, these hot days, is the mad blood stirring. (Re-enter BENVOLIO) BENVOLIO O Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio's dead! Detailed quotes explanations with page numbers for every important quote on the site. Come Lammas-eve at night shall she be fourteen. Speak briefly, can you like of Paris' love? Where shall we dine? What, wilt thou wash him from his grave with tears? Some say the lark and loathed toad change eyes. Wife! Turn thee, Benvolio, look upon thy death. Switch and spurs, switch and spurs; or I'll cry a match. Tell me not, friar, that thou hear'st of this. this reverend holy friar. When but love's shadows are so rich in joy! But one, poor one, one poor and loving child. I came to talk of. O, break, my heart! And yet, to my teeth be it spoken, I have but four--. Of fair demesnes, youthful, and nobly train'd. What, rouse thee, man! Who all as hot, turns deadly point to point, And, with a martial scorn, with one hand beats, Cold death aside, and with the other sends, 'Hold, friends! Thy drugs are quick. Ay, sir; but she will none, she gives you thanks. and down again! Since birth, and heaven, and earth, all three do meet. And thou dismember'd with thine own defence. As signal that thou hear'st something approach. Peace, ho, for shame! that's the dog's name; R is for, the--No; I know it begins with some other, letter:--and she hath the prettiest sententious of, it, of you and rosemary, that it would do you good. young men's love then lies. There is no end, no limit, measure, bound. And why, my lady wisdom? %%EOF What say you? and yet thou, An I were so apt to quarrel as thou art, any man. What's he that follows there, that would not dance? the time is very short. That gallant spirit hath aspired the clouds. Nurse, will you go with me into my closet. Come, stir, stir, stir! And, in this rage, with some great kinsman's bone. I would thou hadst my bones, and I thy news: Nay, come, I pray thee, speak; good, good nurse, speak. why 'music with her silver. They have made worms' meat of me: I have it, With Tybalt's slander,--Tybalt, that an hour. When I, thy three-hours wife, have mangled it? O Lord, they fight! Peace, I have done. well, she shall be there. Day, night, hour, tide, time, work, play, Alone, in company, still my care hath been, To have her match'd: and having now provided. What with a torch! Remnants of packthread and old cakes of roses. I'll tell thee, ere thou ask it me again. There lies the man, slain by young Romeo, O prince! Ah, sirrah, this unlook'd-for sport comes well. Now, good sweet nurse,--O Lord, why look'st thou sad? why, bride! 'tis not so much, 'tis not so much: Some five and twenty years; and then we mask'd. As he was coming from this churchyard side. 0000000595 00000 n Bear hence this body and attend our will: Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill. let me see her: out, alas! 0000004943 00000 n %PDF-1.4 My leisure serves me, pensive daughter, now. And drink it off; and, if you had the strength. Who's there? O, now I would they had changed voices too! Having displeased my father, to Laurence' cell, Or to dispraise my lord with that same tongue, Which she hath praised him with above compare. O love! I will withdraw: but this intrusion shall. To be a virtuous and well-govern'd youth: I would not for the wealth of all the town. and, by my holidame, The pretty wretch left crying and said 'Ay.'. Leave me, and do the thing I bid thee do. come, musicians, play. A plague o', both your houses! Ne'er saw her match since first the world begun. O no! And hire post-horses; I will hence to-night. Her whip of cricket's bone, the lash of film. She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes. Ah, what an unkind hour, I hear some noise. Now, by Saint Peter's Church and Peter too. O, pale! do you like this haste? Lord, how my head aches! And young affection gapes to be his heir; That fair for which love groan'd for and would die. And turns it to exile; there art thou happy: A pack of blessings lights up upon thy back; Thou pout'st upon thy fortune and thy love: Take heed, take heed, for such die miserable. Fetch me my rapier, boy. /Prev 326201 Five times in that ere once in our five wits. Turning his face to the dew-dropping south. Shall give him such an unaccustom'd dram. I must needs wake her. I bade her come. For shame, bring Juliet forth; her lord is come. Thou wrong'st it, more than tears, with that report. I. My dear-loved cousin, and my dearer lord? He swung about his head and cut the winds. For, by my soul, I'll ne'er acknowledge thee. where have you been gadding? Ah, where's my man? So stakes me to the ground I cannot move. But what say you to Thursday? Your looks are pale and wild, and do import. [Aside] Villain and he be many miles asunder.--. Death, lie thou there, by a dead man interr'd. Who else? endobj Have you got leave to go to shrift to-day? person hath here writ. /T 326214 Then love-devouring death do what he dare; And in their triumph die, like fire and powder, Which as they kiss consume: the sweetest honey. Which with sweet water nightly I will dew. Thou know'st my daughter's of a pretty age. Contempt and beggary hangs upon thy back; The world is not thy friend nor the world's law; The world affords no law to make thee rich; Then be not poor, but break it, and take this. Then have my lips the sin that they have took. It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden; Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be. This precious book of love, this unbound lover, The fish lives in the sea, and 'tis much pride. Now old desire doth in his death-bed lie. Look, sir, here comes the lady towards my cell. Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east: Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day. With tears augmenting the fresh morning dew. Go, villain, fetch a surgeon. /Names << /Dests 154 0 R>> I will, and know her mind early to-morrow; To-night she is mew'd up to her heaviness. No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a, church-door; but 'tis enough,'twill serve: ask for, me to-morrow, and you shall find me a grave man. That one short minute gives me in her sight: Do thou but close our hands with holy words. And not impute this yielding to light love, That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops--. Come, civil night. << the porter let in Susan Grindstone and Nell. I gave thee mine before thou didst request it: Wouldst thou withdraw it? And with a silk thread plucks it back again. Thou fond mad man, hear me but speak a word. As much to him, else is his thanks too much. Belonging to a man. To the dead bodies: I will apprehend him. Well, he may chance to do some good on her: See where she comes from shrift with merry look. Be shrived and married. Not I; unless the breath of heartsick groans. Though news be sad, yet tell them merrily; If good, thou shamest the music of sweet news. [Aside] Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this? Any man that can write may answer a letter. here lies the county slain. O, she says nothing, sir, but weeps and weeps; And now falls on her bed; and then starts up. A grave? You, to remove that siege of grief from her, Betroth'd and would have married her perforce, And, with wild looks, bid me devise some mean. O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees. O single-soled jest, solely singular for the. why. which their keepers call. Have I thought long to see this morning's face. Ay, the heads of the maids, or their maidenheads; Me they shall feel while I am able to stand: and, 'Tis well thou art not fish; if thou hadst, thou, hadst been poor John. Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops. What less than dooms-day is the prince's doom? Is Rosaline, whom thou didst love so dear, So soon forsaken? She would be as swift in motion as a ball; My words would bandy her to my sweet love. Enough of this; I pray thee, hold thy peace. Take up those cords: poor ropes, you are beguiled. That I shall say good night till it be morrow. Whate'er thou hear'st or seest, stand all aloof, But chiefly to take thence from her dead finger. I will not fail: 'tis twenty years till then. Away from the light steals home my heavy son, Shuts up his windows, locks far daylight out. I aim'd so near, when I supposed you loved. I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins. Could draw to part them, was stout Tybalt slain. Play'd for a pair of stainless maidenhoods: Hood my unmann'd blood, bating in my cheeks. Give me those flowers. why, lady! For, well you know, this is a pitiful case. Be fickle, fortune; For then, I hope, thou wilt not keep him long. Culling of simples; meagre were his looks, Of ill-shaped fishes; and about his shelves. Stay awhile! Come weep with me; past hope, past cure, past help! PARIS, a young Count, kinsman to the Prince. I'll frown and be perverse an say thee nay. Bliss be upon you! what of that? How now, my headstrong! of Montagues, I pray, come and crush a cup of wine. Hold, take this letter; early in the morning. To call hers exquisite, in question more: These happy masks that kiss fair ladies' brows. fie, you slug-a-bed! Come, gentle night, come, loving, black-brow'd night. me quivers. Is she not proud? Tut, dun's the mouse, the constable's own word: If thou art dun, we'll draw thee from the mire, Of this sir-reverence love, wherein thou stick'st. Tybalt, the reason that I have to love thee. How stands your disposition to be married? As that the villain lives which slaughter'd him. What, have you dined at home? shall I believe. perdona-mi's, who stand so much on the new form, that they cannot at ease on the old bench? No, not till Thursday; there is time enough. Despite the play’s persistence, cultural saturation, and popular appeal, Romeo and Juliet has fared less well with scholars and critics, who have generally judged it inferior to the great tragedies that followed. Let me peruse this face. O Romeo, Romeo! Hold, then; go home, be merry, give consent. The ship, sir, the slip; can you not conceive? Being loose, unfirm, with digging up of graves. And the continuance of their parents' rage. Once more, on pain of death, all men depart. And pluck the mangled Tybalt from his shroud? Could we but learn from whence his sorrows grow. O, look! thou wilt quarrel with a man that hath a hair more, or a hair less, in his beard, than thou hast: thou, wilt quarrel with a man for cracking nuts, having no, other reason but because thou hast hazel eyes: what. That God had lent us but this only child; You are to blame, my lord, to rate her so. 'By Jesu, a very good blade! Clubs, bills, and partisans! %���� Till she had laid it and conjured it down; Is fair and honest, and in his mistres s' name. It may be thought we held him carelessly. 0000024847 00000 n Which ten times faster glide than the sun's beams. To fetch a ladder, by the which your love. For sweet discourses in our time to come. You are looked for and called for, asked for and, We cannot be here and there too. Good thou, save, me a piece of marchpane; and, as thou lovest me, let. 324 0 obj let's talk; it is not day. Have lost a brace of kinsmen: all are punish'd. See, where he comes: so please you, step aside; I'll know his grievance, or be much denied. As maids call medlars, when they laugh alone. A plague o' both your houses! God join'd my heart and Romeo's, thou our hands; And ere this hand, by thee to Romeo seal'd. Soft! what light through yonder window breaks? What, is my daughter gone to Friar Laurence? My true love's passion: therefore pardon me. Where are the vile beginners of this fray? O wife, look how our daughter bleeds! What, shall this speech be spoke for our excuse? I fear it is: and yet, methinks, it should not. Tickling a parson's nose as a' lies asleep. [Aside to GREGORY] Is the law of our side, if I say, No, sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, sir, but I. Art thou so bare and full of wretchedness. Our solemn hymns to sullen dirges change. Is death mis-term'd: calling death banishment. Or, if his mind be writ, give me his letter. Nay, he will answer the letter's master, how he, Alas poor Romeo! Things for the cook, sir; but I know not what. And gladly shunn'd who gladly fled from me. Ere one can say 'It lightens.' This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this: My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand. thou what thou art, by art as well as by nature: for this drivelling love is like a great natural. Than those that have more cunning to be strange. For whose dear sake thou wast but lately dead; There art thou happy: Tybalt would kill thee. Then hie you hence to Friar Laurence' cell; There stays a husband to make you a wife: Now comes the wanton blood up in your cheeks. 'Proud,' and 'I thank you,' and 'I thank you not;'. O, in this love, you love your child so ill. That you run mad, seeing that she is well: She's not well married that lives married long; But she's best married that dies married young. You are a princox; go: Be quiet, or--More light, more light! Therefore love moderately; long love doth so; Will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint: Romeo shall thank thee, daughter, for us both. for what purpose, love? Yon light is not day-light, I know it, I: Therefore stay yet; thou need'st not to be gone. A fair. Pray you, sir, a word: and as I told you, my young lady bade me inquire you. And like her most whose merit most shall be: Which on more view, of many mine being one. If love be rough with you, be rough with love; Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down. Stand not amazed: the prince will doom thee death. My lord, I'll tell my lady you will come. Ay, those attires are best: but, gentle nurse. Come between us, good Benvolio; my wits faint. Thou hast the strength of will to slay thyself. and when thou hast done so. And smilest upon the stroke that murders me. To enter in the thoughts of desperate men! Thou! O, she is lame! Give me that mattock and the wrenching iron. So early waking, what with loathsome smells. Here's one, a friend, and one that knows you well. Wisely and slow; they stumble that run fast. But, as it seems, did violence on herself. To move the heavens to smile upon my state. And there die strangled ere my Romeo comes? Lady, come from that nest. Men's eyes were made to look, and let them gaze; I will not budge for no man's pleasure, I. To cross my obsequies and true love's rite? That after hours with sorrow chide us not! O loving hate! Now seeming sweet convert to bitter gall. 0000004739 00000 n /E 39152 And steep'd in blood? I'll make you quiet. There she lies. For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night. /P 0 JULIET O Romeo, Romeo! O shut the door! the all-seeing sun. Unplagued with corns will have a bout with you. He jests at scars that never felt a wound. Juliet! Well, I will walk myself. Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer. Thy purpose marriage, send me word to-morrow. Go, girl, seek happy nights to happy days. That may convey my greetings, love, to thee. Why, is not this better now than groaning for love? I should have been more strange, I must confess. For it excels your first: or if it did not. God forbid! To soar with his light feathers, and so bound. Tickle the senseless rushes with their heels. One nick-name for her purblind son and heir. To grubs and eyeless skulls? Thou villain Capulet,--Hold me not, let me go. A torch for me: let wantons light of heart. I pray you, sir, what saucy. More light and light; more dark and dark our woes! to the goose, proves thee far and wide a broad goose. Jacks; and if I cannot, I'll find those that shall. Sups the fair Rosaline whom thou so lovest. pronounce but 'love' and 'dove;'. That when she dies with beauty dies her store. How is't, my soul? thy wits than, I am sure, I have in my whole five: Thou wast never with me for any thing when thou wast. JULIET Ay me! My love as deep; the more I give to thee. Of that tongue's utterance, yet I know the sound: Neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike. 0000000701 00000 n Nay, if thy wits run the wild-goose chase, I have, done, for thou hast more of the wild-goose in one of. I know thou wilt say 'Ay,'. then have at thee, boy! God knows when we shall meet again. That murder'd me: I would forget it fain; Like damned guilty deeds to sinners' minds: That 'banished,' that one word 'banished,', Hath slain ten thousand Tybalts. out, you baggage! 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