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A torch for me: let wantons light of heart. Till the prince came, who parted either part. 'Your love says, like an honest gentleman. Death is my son-in-law, Death is my heir; And leave him all; life, living, all is Death's. She wakes; and I entreated her come forth. O shut the door! Wife, we scarce thought us blest. poor bankrupt, break at once! come, musicians, play. In all respects by me; nay, more, I doubt it not. Art thou gone so? Ah, well-a-day! ah sir! O life! As maids call medlars, when they laugh alone. Scurvy knave! More light and light; more dark and dark our woes! What hast thou there? why 'music with her silver. No, madam; we have cull'd such necessaries. If what thou speak'st speak not of remedy. Is Romeo slaughter'd, and is Tybalt dead? Ties up my tongue, and will not let me speak. Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine, That all the world will be in love with night. Romeo, there dead, was husband to that Juliet; And she, there dead, that Romeo's faithful wife: I married them; and their stol'n marriage-day, Was Tybalt's dooms-day, whose untimely death. Where bloody Tybalt, yet but green in earth. /Pages 310 0 R That I shall say good night till it be morrow. To hear good counsel: O, what learning is! We shall be much unfurnished for this time. I' faith, I am sorry that thou art not well. To whose foul mouth no healthsome air breathes in. Here is a friar, and slaughter'd Romeo's man; O heavens! 'By Jesu, a very good blade! Once more, on pain of death, all men depart. To call hers exquisite, in question more: These happy masks that kiss fair ladies' brows. To go with Paris to Saint Peter's Church. ROMEO This gentleman, the prince's near ally, My very friend, hath got his mortal hurt In my behalf; my reputation stain'd With Tybalt's slander,--Tybalt, that an hour Hath been my kinsman! How is't, my soul? %���� And I will make thee think thy swan a crow. How camest thou hither, tell me, and wherefore? By heaven, I love thee better than myself; Stay not, be gone; live, and hereafter say. And hear the sentence of your moved prince. Blind is his love and best befits the dark. Hold, then; go home, be merry, give consent. But woo her, gentle Paris, get her heart. 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. Sups the fair Rosaline whom thou so lovest. << Sir Paris, I will make a desperate tender, Of my child's love: I think she will be ruled. Hast thou no letters to me from the friar? O, break, my heart! Which modern lamentations might have moved? Which with sweet water nightly I will dew. can you love the gentleman? And, in this rage, with some great kinsman's bone. Love give me strength! Thy fault our law calls death; but the kind prince. Shall keep his native progress, but surcease: No warmth, no breath, shall testify thou livest; The roses in thy lips and cheeks shall fade. Torments him so, that he will sure run mad. And is it not well served in to a sweet goose? Despised, distressed, hated, martyr'd, kill'd! beat them down! Well, sir; my mistress is the sweetest lady--Lord, Lord! Soft! A crutch, a crutch! And I am nothing slow to slack his haste. With purple fountains issuing from your veins, On pain of torture, from those bloody hands. Thou, wretched boy, that didst consort him here. Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face, Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek, For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night, Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny. Hath wash'd thy sallow cheeks for Rosaline! And with this knife I'll help it presently. But love thee better than thou canst devise. [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. To lie discolour'd by this place of peace? my wife! But not possess'd it, and, though I am sold, To an impatient child that hath new robes. Come, let's away; the strangers all are gone. Now, Tybalt, take the villain back again, That late thou gavest me; for Mercutio's soul. In all her best array bear her to church: For though fond nature bids us an lament. She, I'll swear, hath corns; am I come near ye now? He jests at scars that never felt a wound. how sweet is love itself possess'd. But fettle your fine joints 'gainst Thursday next. Though news be sad, yet tell them merrily; If good, thou shamest the music of sweet news. What, Juliet! They'll be in scarlet straight at any news. I have watch'd ere now. And young affection gapes to be his heir; That fair for which love groan'd for and would die. What, ho! Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is! not life, but love in death! Wash they his wounds with tears: mine shall be spent. 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. What cursed foot wanders this way to-night. what, still in tears? Nay, he's a flower; in faith, a very flower. In the prologue, Shakespeare identifies fate as the culprit responsible for Romeo and Juliet's death, calling them "star-crossed lovers." ladies that have their toes. And death's pale flag is not advanced there. the time is very short. That you shall rest but little. Have you got leave to go to shrift to-day? Well, do not swear: although I joy in thee. Being spoke behind your back, than to your face. Doth couch his limbs, there golden sleep doth reign: Thou art up-roused by some distemperature; That last is true; the sweeter rest was mine. [Aside] I am almost afraid to stand alone. O, now I would they had changed voices too! 'Tis torture, and not mercy: heaven is here, Where Juliet lives; and every cat and dog, More honourable state, more courtship lives, In carrion-flies than Romeo: they my seize, On the white wonder of dear Juliet's hand. Soon sleep in quiet. When theirs are dry, for Romeo's banishment. why. Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire. to the goose, proves thee far and wide a broad goose. 0000003480 00000 n Could you not take some occasion without giving? That westward rooteth from the city's side, Towards him I made, but he was ware of me. Go, villain, fetch a surgeon. Romeo, arise; Thou wilt be taken. Tickling a parson's nose as a' lies asleep. Faith, we may put up our pipes, and be gone. Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck. Come, we burn daylight, ho! Will they not hear? do you like this haste? [To JULIET] If I profane with my unworthiest hand. The tears have got small victory by that; For it was bad enough before their spite. O me! What say you? 'Romeo is banished!'. This wind, you talk of, blows us from ourselves; Supper is done, and we shall come too late. And cruel death hath catch'd it from my sight! On Thursday next be married to this county. 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. Down with the Capulets! and yet thou, An I were so apt to quarrel as thou art, any man. Holy Saint Francis, what a change is here! Saint Francis be my speed! then I'll be brief. The measure done, I'll watch her place of stand. too, and suffer every knave to use me at his pleasure? Well, death's the end of all. Art thou so bare and full of wretchedness. Poor soul, thy face is much abused with tears. O, she is lame! why call you for a sword? >> But Romeo's name speaks heavenly eloquence. Now, afore God! We'll keep no great ado,--a friend or two; For, hark you, Tybalt being slain so late. Ay, by my troth, the case may be amended. will she none? Come, is the bride ready to go to church? Take our good meaning, for our judgment sits. I must to the learned.--In good time. pronounce this sentence then. Black and portentous must this humour prove. Through lovers' brains, and then they dream of love; O'er courtiers' knees, that dream on court'sies straight. Farewell! Yes, madam: yet I cannot choose but laugh, To think it should leave crying and say 'Ay.'. That villain cousin would have kill'd my husband: Back, foolish tears, back to your native spring; My husband lives, that Tybalt would have slain; And Tybalt's dead, that would have slain my husband: All this is comfort; wherefore weep I then? Sweet flower, with flowers thy bridal bed I strew,--. Did my heart love till now? Or, wanting that, with tears distill'd by moans: Nightly shall be to strew thy grave and weep. The dashing rocks thy sea-sick weary bark! A thing like death to chide away this shame. Till thou shalt know the reason of my love: And so, good Capulet,--which name I tender, Good king of cats, nothing but one of your nine, lives; that I mean to make bold withal, and as you, shall use me hereafter, drybeat the rest of the, eight. What, lamb! O' Thursday let it be: o' Thursday, tell her. What, are you busy, ho? Else, when he's found, that hour is his last. 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. Hold, take these keys, and fetch more spices, nurse. O, now be gone; more light and light it grows. Literature UK: Shakespeare – Romeo and Juliet – exercises 9. My house and welcome on their pleasure stay. you men, you beasts, That quench the fire of your pernicious rage. Find thou the means, and I'll find such a man. How much salt water thrown away in waste. Why rail'st thou on thy birth, the heaven, and earth? Which once untangled, much misfortune bodes: This is the hag, when maids lie on their backs. Day, night, hour, tide, time, work, play, Alone, in company, still my care hath been, To have her match'd: and having now provided. But with a rear-ward following Tybalt's death. I will tell her, sir, that you do protest; which, as. /Prev 326201 Lest in this marriage he should be dishonour'd. Make haste; the bridegroom he is come already: Mistress! Welcome, gentlemen! To turn your households' rancour to pure love. Shall give him such an unaccustom'd dram. Your first is dead; or 'twere as good he were. But come, young waverer, come, go with me. where have you been gadding? That in gold clasps locks in the golden story; So shall you share all that he doth possess. thy wits than, I am sure, I have in my whole five: Thou wast never with me for any thing when thou wast. If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully: Or if thou think'st I am too quickly won. And steal immortal blessing from her lips. Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's ensign yet. Come weep with me; past hope, past cure, past help! Indeed, I should have ask'd you that before. Why, love, I say! Belonging to a man. Go, nurse, go with her: we'll to church to-morrow. And I'll still stay, to have thee still forget. Herself poised with herself in either eye: But in that crystal scales let there be weigh'd. Thou and these woes were all for Rosaline: And art thou changed? Nay, as they dare. Some word there was, worser than Tybalt's death. The collars of the moonshine's watery beams. Send for the county; go tell him of this: I'll have this knot knit up to-morrow morning. /S 2640 my soul, and not my child! To move the heavens to smile upon my state. 'Tis but the pale reflex of Cynthia's brow; Nor that is not the lark, whose notes do beat. Come, night; come, Romeo; come, thou day in night; For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night. Madam, good night: commend me to your daughter. Who set this ancient quarrel new abroach? What counterfeit did I give you? What is this? That heaven finds means to kill your joys with love. What fear is this which startles in our ears? and what says. To season love, that of it doth not taste! it on the drawer, when indeed there is no need. Come, cords, come, nurse; I'll to my wedding-bed; And death, not Romeo, take my maidenhead! Consort! To help to take her from her borrow'd grave. 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. Here were the servants of your adversary. Come, come, thou art as hot a Jack in thy mood as, any in Italy, and as soon moved to be moody, and as, Nay, an there were two such, we should have none. The clock struck nine when I did send the nurse; Perchance she cannot meet him: that's not so. Hence will I to my ghostly father's cell. I will not marry yet; and, when I do, I swear. With reeky shanks and yellow chapless skulls; And hide me with a dead man in his shroud; Things that, to hear them told, have made me tremble; To live an unstain'd wife to my sweet love. Let me see the county; Ay, marry, go, I say, and fetch him hither. I pray you, tell my lord and father, madam. Good faith, 'tis day: The county will be here with music straight. b. he knows he has brought shame on his family. Maintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fires; And these, who often drown'd could never die. 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. Romeo, hist! Give me my Romeo; and, when he shall die. she that makes dainty. Shall Romeo by my letters know our drift, Will watch thy waking, and that very night. To follow this fair corse unto her grave: The heavens do lour upon you for some ill; Move them no more by crossing their high will. The sun not yet thy sighs from heaven clears. Give me my long sword, ho! Stuff'd, as they say, with honourable parts. and when thou hast done so. To grubs and eyeless skulls? Who's there? Adding to clouds more clouds with his deep sighs; Should in the furthest east begin to draw. I hate the word. O wife, look how our daughter bleeds! Yea, noise? As that is desperate which we would prevent. O, tell me, friar, tell me, Doth my name lodge? Conceit, more rich in matter than in words. And find delight writ there with beauty's pen; And what obscured in this fair volume lies. And thou dismember'd with thine own defence. I'll frown and be perverse an say thee nay. he's dead, he's dead, he's dead! Here comes the furious Tybalt back again. And bear this work of heaven with patience: But then a noise did scare me from the tomb; And she, too desperate, would not go with me. Yon light is not day-light, I know it, I: Therefore stay yet; thou need'st not to be gone. 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. As much to him, else is his thanks too much. Came I to take her from her kindred's vault; But when I came, some minute ere the time. let me see her: out, alas! O, find him! and, swifter than. 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. how is it with her? Is thy news good, or bad? [Aside] Villain and he be many miles asunder.--. And, in strong proof of chastity well arm'd. Men's eyes were made to look, and let them gaze; I will not budge for no man's pleasure, I. What unaccustom'd cause procures her hither? The earth that's nature's mother is her tomb; What is her burying grave that is her womb, And from her womb children of divers kind, O, mickle is the powerful grace that lies. Tybalt, Mercutio, the prince expressly hath. She could have run and waddled all about; For even the day before, she broke her brow: And then my husband--God be with his soul! Clubs, bills, and partisans! Either thou, or I, or both, must go with him. And yet 'not proud,' mistress minion, you. wolvish-ravening lamb! To be a virtuous and well-govern'd youth: I would not for the wealth of all the town. God gi' god-den. wherefore art thou Romeo? Doth add more grief to too much of mine own. Lady, come from that nest. Scurvy knave! Come on then, let's to bed. Thou wilt fall backward when thou comest to age; Wilt thou not, Jule?' Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all. And finding him, the searchers of the town. This letter he early bid me give his father. why, bride! And threatened me with death, going in the vault. He'll fright you up, i' faith. She hath, and in that sparing makes huge waste. %PDF-1.4 Musicians, O, musicians, 'Heart's ease, Heart's, ease:' O, an you will have me live, play 'Heart's ease. The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars, As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven, Would through the airy region stream so bright. Shall I be married then to-morrow morning? It helps not, it prevails not: talk no more. I. Doth not. Why the devil came you between us? Who is't that calls? Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades, Of healths five-fathom deep; and then anon. In bed asleep, while they do dream things true. Poison hath residence and medicine power: For this, being smelt, with that part cheers each part; Being tasted, slays all senses with the heart. On Lammas-eve at night shall she be fourteen; That shall she, marry; I remember it well. This vault a feasting presence full of light. That is no slander, sir, which is a truth; Thy face is mine, and thou hast slander'd it. whence come you? Must climb a bird's nest soon when it is dark: I am the drudge and toil in your delight. Come, we'll in here; tarry for the. need you my help? To-morrow night look that thou lie alone; Let not thy nurse lie with thee in thy chamber: And this distilled liquor drink thou off; When presently through all thy veins shall run. I would the fool were married to her grave! For, well you know, this is a pitiful case. It may be thought we held him carelessly. May stand in number, though in reckoning none, Through fair Verona; find those persons out. For shame, bring Juliet forth; her lord is come. By one that I'll procure to come to thee. Send thy man away. Leave me, and do the thing I bid thee do. A right good mark-man! famine is in thy cheeks. Be plain, good son, and homely in thy drift; Riddling confession finds but riddling shrift. Against to-morrow: my heart is wondrous light. Gregory, o' my word, we'll not carry coals. Hie to high fortune! What, art thou drawn among these heartless hinds? What, ho! That we have had no time to move our daughter: Look you, she loved her kinsman Tybalt dearly. Who else? Hist! Up to the ears. I anger her, sometimes and tell her that Paris is the properer, man; but, I'll warrant you, when I say so, she looks, as pale as any clout in the versal world. Will you speak well of him that kill'd your cousin? Of twenty men, it would dispatch you straight. When but love's shadows are so rich in joy! a very tall man! For fair without the fair within to hide: That book in many's eyes doth share the glory. Gentlemen, for shame, forbear this outrage! Draw thy tool! He swung about his head and cut the winds. Give me that mattock and the wrenching iron. That when she dies with beauty dies her store. That shows thee a weak slave; for the weakest goes. And hire post-horses; I will hence to-night. couple it with, You shall find me apt enough to that, sir, an you. Do as I bid thee, go. young men's love then lies. What should it be, that they so shriek abroad? From love's weak childish bow she lives unharm'd. A plague o' both your houses! /N 77 What, cheerly, my hearts! What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours? that is something stale and hoar ere it be spent. I must indeed; and therefore came I hither. What say you, James Soundpost? And wish his mistress were that kind of fruit. Were thinly scatter'd, to make up a show. Well, well, thou hast a careful father, child; That thou expect'st not nor I look'd not for. But old folks, many feign as they were dead; Hast thou met with him? And hereabouts he dwells,--which late I noted. Proportion'd as one's thought would wish a man; A whining mammet, in her fortune's tender. Thou wouldst else have made thy tale large. It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden; Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be. Adieu, adieu! Then, dreadful trumpet, sound the general doom! Why, how now, kinsman! To say to me that thou art out of breath? And stint thou too, I pray thee, nurse, say I. come, what says Romeo? When I, thy three-hours wife, have mangled it? Turn back, dull earth, and find thy centre out. Banish'd the new-made bridegroom from the city. Not Romeo, prince, he was Mercutio's friend; His fault concludes but what the law should end. And all those twenty could but kill one life. Come to thy heart as that within my breast! I sell thee poison; thou hast sold me none. As that the villain lives which slaughter'd him. Alack the day! Patience perforce with wilful choler meeting. Thou shalt be logger-head. Will you be ready? O, thou art deceived; I would have made it short: for I was come to the whole depth of my tale; and. Came more and more and fought on part and part. O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! I think you are happy in this second match. Without that title. And this shall free thee from this present shame; Give me, give me! God save the mark!--here on his manly breast: Pale, pale as ashes, all bedaub'd in blood. Sweet, sweet, sweet nurse, tell me, what says my love? Her wagon-spokes made of long spiders' legs. Call Peter, he will show thee where they are. I. I have night's cloak to hide me from their sight; And but thou love me, let them find me here: Than death prorogued, wanting of thy love. Well, girl, thou weep'st not so much for his death. 0000006517 00000 n Then she hath sworn that she will still live chaste? Of all the days of the year, upon that day: Sitting in the sun under the dove-house wall; When it did taste the wormwood on the nipple. Any man that can write may answer a letter. Since this same wayward girl is so reclaim'd. Romeo flees to Friar Laurence’s cell. But heaven keeps his part in eternal life. They call for dates and quinces in the pastry. What, is my daughter gone to Friar Laurence? I will withdraw: but this intrusion shall. 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