Romeo and Juliet

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Fri, Jul 17, 2020

A glooming peace this morning with.
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:
A grave? O no, a lantern,.
A grave? O no, a lantern, slaught’red youth; For here lies Juliet, and her beauty makes This vault a feasting presence full of light.
Alack, alack, what blood is this,.
Alack, alack, what blood is this, which stains The stony entrance of this sepulchre? What mean these masterless and gory swords To lie discolor’d by this place of peace?
Arms, take your last embrace! And,.
Arms, take your last embrace! And, lips, O you The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss A dateless bargain to engrossing death! Come, bitter conduct, come, unsavory guide! Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on The dashing rocks thy sea-sick weary bark!
As rich shall Romeo’s by his.
As rich shall Romeo’s by his lady’s lie, Poor sacrifices of our enmity!
Bliss be upon you! Tell me,.
Bliss be upon you! Tell me, good my friend, What torch is yond, that vainly lends his light To grubs and eyeless skulls? As I discern, It burneth in the Capels’ monument.
But I can give thee more,.
But I can give thee more, For I will raise her statue in pure gold, That whiles Verona by that name is known, There shall no figure at such rate be set As that of true and faithful Juliet.
By heaven, I love thee better.
By heaven, I love thee better than myself, For I come hither arm’d against myself. Stay not, be gone; live, and hereafter say A madman’s mercy bid thee run away.
Death, that hath suck’d the honey.
Death, that hath suck’d the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty: Thou art not conquer’d, beauty’s ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, And death’s pale flag is not advanced there.
Mean time I writ to Romeo,.
Mean time I writ to Romeo, That he should hither come as this dire night To help to take her from her borrowed grave, Being the time the potion’s force should cease.
Seal up the mouth of outrage.
Seal up the mouth of outrage for a while, Till we can clear these ambiguities, And know their spring, their head, their true descent, And then will I be general of your woes, And lead you even to death. Mean time forbear, And let mischance be slave to patience.
The time and my intents are.
The time and my intents are savage-wild, More fierce and more inexorable far Than empty tigers or the roaring sea.
We see the ground whereon these.
We see the ground whereon these woes do lie, But the true ground of all these piteous woes We cannot without circumstance descry.
Where be these enemies? Capulet! Montague!.
Where be these enemies? Capulet! Montague! See what a scourge is laid upon your hate, That heaven finds means to kill your joys with love.

Wed, Jul 15, 2020

Ah me, how sweet is love.
Ah me, how sweet is love itself possess’d, When but love’s shadows are so rich in joy!
All things that we ordained festival,.
All things that we ordained festival, Turn from their office to black funeral: Our instruments to melancholy bells, Our wedding cheer to a sad burial feast; Our solemn hymns to sullen dirges change; Our bridal flowers serve for a buried corse;
Come, stir, stir, stir! The second.
Come, stir, stir, stir! The second cock hath crowed, The curfew-bell hath rung, ’tis three a’ clock. Look to the bak’d meats, good Angelica, Spare not for cost.
For though fond nature bids us.
For though fond nature bids us all lament, Yet nature’s tears are reason’s merriment.
Good faith, ’tis day. The County.
Good faith, ’tis day. The County will be here with music straight, For so he said he would.
How doth my Juliet? That I.
How doth my Juliet? That I ask again, For nothing can be ill if she be well.
How if, when I am laid.
How if, when I am laid into the tomb, I wake before the time that Romeo Come to redeem me? There’s a fearful point!
I do beseech you, sir, have.
I do beseech you, sir, have patience. Your looks are pale and wild, and do import Some misadventure.
I’ll have this knot knit up.
I’ll have this knot knit up tomorrow morning.
If I may trust the flattering.
If I may trust the flattering truth of sleep, My dreams presage some joyful news at hand.
Noting this penury, to myself I.
Noting this penury, to myself I said, An’ if a man did need a poison now, Whose sale is present death in Mantua, Here lives a caitiff wretch would sell it him.
O, in this love, you love.
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.
O, this same thought did but.
O, this same thought did but forerun my need, And this same needy man must sell it me.
Peace ho, for shame! Confusion’s cure.
Peace ho, for shame! Confusion’s cure lives not In these confusions. Heaven and yourself Had part in this fair maid, now heaven hath all, And all the better is it for the maid.
Pray you put up your dagger,.
Pray you put up your dagger, and put out your wit.
Put this in any liquid thing.
Put this in any liquid thing you will And drink it off, and if you had the strength Of twenty men, it would dispatch you straight.
The boy gives warning, something doth.
The boy gives warning, something doth approach. What cursed foot wanders this way tonight, To cross my obsequies and true love’s rite?
There is thy gold, worse poison.
There is thy gold, worse poison to men’s souls, Doing more murder in this loathsome world, Than these poor compounds that thou mayest not sell.
They are all forth. Well, I.
They are all forth. Well, I will walk myself To County Paris, to prepare up him Against tomorrow. My heart is wondrous light, Since this same wayward girl is so reclaim’d.
What if it be a poison.
What if it be a poison which the friar Subtly hath minist’red to have me dead, Lest in this marriage he should be dishonor’d Because he married me before to Romeo?
What, not a word? You take.
What, not a word? You take your pennyworths now; Sleep for a week, for the next night, I warrant, The County Paris hath set up his rest That you shall rest but little. God forgive me!
Where I have learnt me to.
Where I have learnt me to repent the sin Of disobedient opposition To you and your behests, and am enjoin’d By holy Lawrence to fall prostrate here To beg your pardon.

Sun, Jul 12, 2020

Ay, madam, from the reach of.
Ay, madam, from the reach of these my hands. Would none but I might venge my cousin’s death!
Hold, daughter! I do spy a.
Hold, daughter! I do spy a kind of hope, Which craves as desperate an execution As that is desperate which we would prevent.
I doubt it not, and all.
I doubt it not, and all these woes shall serve For sweet discourses in our times to come.
I must hear from thee every.
I must hear from thee every day in the hour, For in a minute there are many days. O, by this count I shall be much in years Ere I again behold my Romeo!
In the mean time, against thou.
In the mean time, against thou shalt awake, Shall Romeo by my letters know our drift, And hither shall he come, an’ he and I Will watch thy waking, and that very night Shall Romeo bear thee hence to Mantua.
Is she not down so late,.
Is she not down so late, or up so early? What unaccustom’d cause procures her hither?
LA. CAP. Find thou the means,.
LA. CAP. Find thou the means, and I’ll find such a man. But now I’ll tell thee joyful tidings, girl. JUL. And joy comes well in such a needy time. What are they, beseech your ladyship?
Not proud you have, but thankful.
Not proud you have, but thankful that you have. Proud can I never be of what I hate, But thankful even for hate that is meant love.
O Juliet, I already know thy.
O Juliet, I already know thy grief, It strains me past the compass of my wits. I hear thou must, and nothing may prorogue it, On Thursday next be married to this County.
O now I would they had.
O now I would they had chang’d voices too, Since arm from arm that voice doth us affray, Hunting thee hence with hunt’s-up to the day. O now be gone, more light and light it grows.
When the sun sets, the earth.
When the sun sets, the earth doth drizzle dew, But for the sunset of my brother’s son It rains downright.

Wed, Jul 8, 2020

I have more care to stay.
I have more care to stay than will to go. Come, death, and welcome! Juliet wills it so. How is’t, my soul? Let’s talk, it is not day.
It was the lark, the herald.
It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale. Look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. Night’s candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops.
Well, get you gone, a’ Thursday.
Well, get you gone, a’ Thursday be it then.— Go you to Juliet ere you go to bed, Prepare her, wife, against this wedding-day.

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A glooming peace this morning with.
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:
A grave? O no, a lantern,.
A grave? O no, a lantern, slaught’red youth; For here lies Juliet, and her beauty makes This vault a feasting presence full of light.
A torch for me. Let wantons.
A torch for me. Let wantons light of heart Tickle the senseless rushes with their heels. For I am proverb’d with a grandsire phrase, I’ll be a candle-holder and look on: The game was ne’er so fair, and I am done.
Ah me, how sweet is love.
Ah me, how sweet is love itself possess’d, When but love’s shadows are so rich in joy!
Alack, alack, what blood is this,.
Alack, alack, what blood is this, which stains The stony entrance of this sepulchre? What mean these masterless and gory swords To lie discolor’d by this place of peace?
All things that we ordained festival,.
All things that we ordained festival, Turn from their office to black funeral: Our instruments to melancholy bells, Our wedding cheer to a sad burial feast; Our solemn hymns to sullen dirges change; Our bridal flowers serve for a buried corse;
And like her most whose merit.
And like her most whose merit most shall be; Which on more view of many, mine, being one, May stand in number, though in reck’ning none.
And stay, good nurse—behind the abbey.
And stay, good nurse—behind the abbey wall Within this hour my man shall be with thee, And bring thee cords made like a tackled stair, Which to the high top-gallant of my joy Must be my convoy in the secret night.
Arms, take your last embrace! And,.
Arms, take your last embrace! And, lips, O you The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss A dateless bargain to engrossing death! Come, bitter conduct, come, unsavory guide! Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on The dashing rocks thy sea-sick weary bark!
Art thou a man? Thy form.
Art thou a man? Thy form cries out thou art; Thy tears are womanish, thy wild acts denote The unreasonable fury of a beast. Unseemly woman in a seeming man, And ill-beseeming beast in seeming both,
As rich shall Romeo’s by his.
As rich shall Romeo’s by his lady’s lie, Poor sacrifices of our enmity!
Ay, madam, from the reach of.
Ay, madam, from the reach of these my hands. Would none but I might venge my cousin’s death!
BEN. Come, he hath hid himself.
BEN. Come, he hath hid himself among these trees To be consorted with the humorous night. Blind is his love and best befits the dark. MER. If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark.
Bid a sick man in sadness.
Bid a sick man in sadness make his will— A word ill urg’d to one that is so ill! In sadness, cousin, I do love a woman.
Bliss be upon you! Tell me,.
Bliss be upon you! Tell me, good my friend, What torch is yond, that vainly lends his light To grubs and eyeless skulls? As I discern, It burneth in the Capels’ monument.
Blister’d be thy tongue For such.
Blister’d be thy tongue For such a wish! He was not born to shame: Upon his brow shame is asham’d to sit; For ’tis a throne where honor may be crown’d Sole monarch of the universal earth.
But I can give thee more,.
But I can give thee more, For I will raise her statue in pure gold, That whiles Verona by that name is known, There shall no figure at such rate be set As that of true and faithful Juliet.
But passion lends them power, time.
But passion lends them power, time means, to meet, Temp’ring extremities with extreme sweet.
But saying o’er what I have.
But saying o’er what I have said before: My child is yet a stranger in the world, She hath not seen the change of fourteen years; Let two more summers wither in their pride, Ere we may think her ripe to be a bride.
But soft, what light through yonder.
But soft, what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief That thou, her maid, art far more fair than she.
By heaven, I love thee better.
By heaven, I love thee better than myself, For I come hither arm’d against myself. Stay not, be gone; live, and hereafter say A madman’s mercy bid thee run away.
CAP. My sword, I say! Old.
CAP. My sword, I say! Old Montague is come, And flourishes his blade in spite of me. Enter old Montague and his wife, Lady Montague. MON. Thou villain Capulet!—Hold me not, let me go. LA. MON. Thou shalt not stir one foot to seek a foe.
Come, come, thou art as hot.
Come, come, thou art as hot a Jack in thy mood as any in Italy, and as soon mov’d to be moody, and as soon moody to be mov’d.
Come, stir, stir, stir! The second.
Come, stir, stir, stir! The second cock hath crowed, The curfew-bell hath rung, ’tis three a’ clock. Look to the bak’d meats, good Angelica, Spare not for cost.
Conceit, more rich in matter than.
Conceit, more rich in matter than in words, Brags of his substance, not of ornament; They are but beggars that can count their worth, But my true love is grown to such excess I cannot sum up sum of half my wealth.
Death, that hath suck’d the honey.
Death, that hath suck’d the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty: Thou art not conquer’d, beauty’s ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, And death’s pale flag is not advanced there.
Displant a town, reverse a prince’s.
Displant a town, reverse a prince’s doom, It helps not, it prevails not. Talk no more. FRI. L. O then I see that madmen have no ears. ROM. How should they when that wise men have no eyes?
Do thou but close our hands.
Do thou but close our hands with holy words, Then love-devouring death do what he dare, It is enough I may but call her mine.
FRI. L. Arise, one knocks. Good.
FRI. L. Arise, one knocks. Good Romeo, hide thyself. ROM. Not I, unless the breath of heart-sick groans Mist-like infold me from the search of eyes
For though fond nature bids us.
For though fond nature bids us all lament, Yet nature’s tears are reason’s merriment.
Go before, nurse; commend me to.
Go before, nurse; commend me to thy lady, And bid her hasten all the house to bed, Which heavy sorrow makes them apt unto. Romeo is coming. NURSE. O Lord, I could have sta’d here all the night To hear good counsel. O, what learning is!
Go then, for ’tis in vain.
Go then, for ’tis in vain To seek him here that means not to be found.
Go, girl, seek happy nights to.
Go, girl, seek happy nights to happy days.
Go, sirrah, trudge about Through fair.
Go, sirrah, trudge about Through fair Verona, find those persons out Whose names are written there, and to them say, My house and welcome on their pleasure stay.
Good faith, ’tis day. The County.
Good faith, ’tis day. The County will be here with music straight, For so he said he would.
Good night, good night! Parting is.
Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good night till it be morrow. Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast!
Good pilgrim, you do wrong your.
Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, Which mannerly devotion shows in this: For saints have hands that pilgrims’ hands do touch, And palm to palm is holy palmers’ kiss.
He made you for a highway.
He made you for a highway to my bed, But I, a maid, die maiden-widowed. Come, cords, come, nurse, I’ll to my wedding-bed, And death, not Romeo, take my maidenhead!
Hie you to church, I must.
Hie you to church, I must another way, To fetch a ladder, by the which your love Must climb a bird’s nest soon when it is dark. I am the drudge, and toil in your delight; But you shall bear the burden soon at night.
Hold, daughter! I do spy a.
Hold, daughter! I do spy a kind of hope, Which craves as desperate an execution As that is desperate which we would prevent.
How doth my Juliet? That I.
How doth my Juliet? That I ask again, For nothing can be ill if she be well.
How if, when I am laid.
How if, when I am laid into the tomb, I wake before the time that Romeo Come to redeem me? There’s a fearful point!
I am no pilot, yet, wert.
I am no pilot, yet, wert thou as far As that vast shore wash’d with the farthest sea, I should adventure for such merchandise.
I am not I, if there.
I am not I, if there be such an ay, Or those eyes shut, that makes thee answer ay. If he be slain, say ay, or if not, no. Brief sounds determine my weal or woe.
I do beseech you, sir, have.
I do beseech you, sir, have patience. Your looks are pale and wild, and do import Some misadventure.
I doubt it not, and all.
I doubt it not, and all these woes shall serve For sweet discourses in our times to come.
I fear, too early, for my.
I fear, too early, for my mind misgives Some consequence yet hanging in the stars Shall bitterly begin his fearful date With this night’s revels, and expire the term Of a despised life clos’d in my breast By some vile forfeit of untimely death.
I have more care to stay.
I have more care to stay than will to go. Come, death, and welcome! Juliet wills it so. How is’t, my soul? Let’s talk, it is not day.
I must hear from thee every.
I must hear from thee every day in the hour, For in a minute there are many days. O, by this count I shall be much in years Ere I again behold my Romeo!
I pray thee chide me not..
I pray thee chide me not. Her I love now Doth grace for grace and love for love allow;
I saw no man use you.
I saw no man use you at his pleasure; if I had, my weapon should quickly have been out. I warrant you, I dare draw as soon as another man, if I see occasion in a good quarrel, and the law on my side.
I will be deaf to pleading.
I will be deaf to pleading and excuses, Nor tears nor prayers shall purchase out abuses; Therefore use none. Let Romeo hence in haste, Else, when he is found, that hour is his last.
I, measuring his affections by my.
I, measuring his affections by my own, Which then most sought where most might not be found, Being one too many by my weary self, Pursued my humor not pursuing his, And gladly shunn’d who gladly fled from me.
If I may trust the flattering.
If I may trust the flattering truth of sleep, My dreams presage some joyful news at hand.
If I profane with my unworthiest.
If I profane with my unworthiest hand This holy shrine, the gentle sin is this, My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.
If that thy bent of love.
If that thy bent of love be honorable, Thy purpose marriage, send me word tomorrow, By one that I’ll procure to come to thee, Where and what time thou wilt perform the rite, And all my fortunes at thy foot I’ll lay, And follow thee my lord throughout the world.
In the mean time, against thou.
In the mean time, against thou shalt awake, Shall Romeo by my letters know our drift, And hither shall he come, an’ he and I Will watch thy waking, and that very night Shall Romeo bear thee hence to Mantua.
In truth, fair Montague, I am.
In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond, And therefore thou mayest think my behavior light, But trust me, gentleman, I’ll prove more true Than those that have more coying to be strange.
Is she not down so late,.
Is she not down so late, or up so early? What unaccustom’d cause procures her hither?
It is my soul that calls.
It is my soul that calls upon my name. How silver-sweet sound lovers’ tongues by night, Like softest music to attending ears!
It is my will, the which.
It is my will, the which if thou respect, Show a fair presence and put off these frowns, An ill-beseeming semblance for a feast.
It was the lark, the herald.
It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale. Look, love, what envious streaks Do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. Night’s candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops.
I’ll have this knot knit up.
I’ll have this knot knit up tomorrow morning.
I’ll look to like, if looking.
I’ll look to like, if looking liking move; But no more deep will I endart mine eye Than your consent gives strength to make it fly.
LA. CAP. Find thou the means,.
LA. CAP. Find thou the means, and I’ll find such a man. But now I’ll tell thee joyful tidings, girl. JUL. And joy comes well in such a needy time. What are they, beseech your ladyship?
Love is a smoke made with.
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs, Being purg’d, a fire sparkling in lovers’ eyes, Being vex’d, a sea nourish’d with loving tears. What is it else? A madness most discreet, A choking gall, and a preserving sweet.
Lovers can see to do their.
Lovers can see to do their amorous rites By their own beauties, or, if love be blind, It best agrees with night.
Mean time I writ to Romeo,.
Mean time I writ to Romeo, That he should hither come as this dire night To help to take her from her borrowed grave, Being the time the potion’s force should cease.
My only love sprung from my.
My only love sprung from my only hate! Too early seen unknown, and known too late! Prodigious birth of love it is to me That I must love a loathed enemy.
Nay, sit, nay, sit, good cousin.
Nay, sit, nay, sit, good cousin Capulet, For you and I are past our dancing days. How long is’t now since last yourself and I Were in a mask?
Not proud you have, but thankful.
Not proud you have, but thankful that you have. Proud can I never be of what I hate, But thankful even for hate that is meant love.
Noting this penury, to myself I.
Noting this penury, to myself I said, An’ if a man did need a poison now, Whose sale is present death in Mantua, Here lives a caitiff wretch would sell it him.
Now I’ll tell you without asking..
Now I’ll tell you without asking. My master is the great rich Capulet, and if you be not of the house of Montagues, I pray come and crush a cup of wine. Rest you merry!
Now, by the stock and honor.
Now, by the stock and honor of my kin, To strike him dead I hold it not a sin.
O Juliet, I already know thy.
O Juliet, I already know thy grief, It strains me past the compass of my wits. I hear thou must, and nothing may prorogue it, On Thursday next be married to this County.
O now I would they had.
O now I would they had chang’d voices too, Since arm from arm that voice doth us affray, Hunting thee hence with hunt’s-up to the day. O now be gone, more light and light it grows.
O, in this love, you love.
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.
O, this same thought did but.
O, this same thought did but forerun my need, And this same needy man must sell it me.
O, where is Romeo? Saw you.
O, where is Romeo? Saw you him today? Right glad I am he was not at this fray.
Peace ho, for shame! Confusion’s cure.
Peace ho, for shame! Confusion’s cure lives not In these confusions. Heaven and yourself Had part in this fair maid, now heaven hath all, And all the better is it for the maid.
Piteous predicament! Even so lies she,.
Piteous predicament! Even so lies she, Blubb’ring and weeping, weeping and blubb’ring. Stand up, stand up, stand, and you be a man. For Juliet’s sake, for her sake, rise and stand;
Pray you put up your dagger,.
Pray you put up your dagger, and put out your wit.
Put this in any liquid thing.
Put this in any liquid thing you will And drink it off, and if you had the strength Of twenty men, it would dispatch you straight.
SAM. ’Tis all one; I will.
SAM. ’Tis all one; I will show myself a tyrant: when I have fought with the men, I will be civil with the maids; I will cut off their heads. GRE. The heads of the maids? SAM. Ay, the heads of the maids, or their maidenheads, take it in what sense thou wilt.
Seal up the mouth of outrage.
Seal up the mouth of outrage for a while, Till we can clear these ambiguities, And know their spring, their head, their true descent, And then will I be general of your woes, And lead you even to death. Mean time forbear, And let mischance be slave to patience.
She is too fair, too wise,.
She is too fair, too wise, wisely too fair, To merit bliss by making me despair. She hath forsworn to love, and in that vow Do I live dead that live to tell it now.
Show me a mistress that is.
Show me a mistress that is passing fair, What doth her beauty serve but as a note Where I may read who pass’d that passing fair? Farewell, thou canst not teach me to forget. BEN. I’ll pay that doctrine, or else die in debt.
Sojourn in Mantua. I’ll find out.
Sojourn in Mantua. I’ll find out your man, And he shall signify from time to time Every good hap to you that chances here. Give me thy hand. ’Tis late; farewell, good night.
Spread thy close curtain, love-performing night,.
Spread thy close curtain, love-performing night, That th’ runaway’s eyes may wink, and Romeo Leap to these arms untalk’d of and unseen!
The boy gives warning, something doth.
The boy gives warning, something doth approach. What cursed foot wanders this way tonight, To cross my obsequies and true love’s rite?
The brightness of her cheek would.
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 That birds would sing and think it were not night.
The grey-ey’d morn smiles on the.
The grey-ey’d morn smiles on the frowning night, Check’ring the Eastern clouds with streaks of light, And fleckled darkness like a drunkard reels From forth day’s path and Titan’s fiery wheels.
The measure done, I’ll watch her.
The measure done, I’ll watch her place of stand, And touching hers, make blessed my rude hand. Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight! For I ne’er saw true beauty till this night.
The time and my intents are.
The time and my intents are savage-wild, More fierce and more inexorable far Than empty tigers or the roaring sea.
There is no end, no limit,.
There is no end, no limit, measure, bound, In that word’s death, no words can that woe sound.
There is thy gold, worse poison.
There is thy gold, worse poison to men’s souls, Doing more murder in this loathsome world, Than these poor compounds that thou mayest not sell.
They are all forth. Well, I.
They are all forth. Well, I will walk myself To County Paris, to prepare up him Against tomorrow. My heart is wondrous light, Since this same wayward girl is so reclaim’d.
This bud of love, by summer’s.
This bud of love, by summer’s ripening breath, May prove a beauteous flow’r when next we meet.
This day’s black fate on more.
This day’s black fate on more days doth depend, This but begins the woe others must end.
This night I hold an old.
This night I hold an old accustom’d feast, Whereto I have invited many a guest, Such as I love, and you, among the store One more, most welcome, makes my number more.
Though news be sad, yet tell.
Though news be sad, yet tell them merrily; If good, thou shamest the music of sweet news By playing it to me with so sour a face.
We see the ground whereon these.
We see the ground whereon these woes do lie, But the true ground of all these piteous woes We cannot without circumstance descry.
Well, get you gone, a’ Thursday.
Well, get you gone, a’ Thursday be it then.— Go you to Juliet ere you go to bed, Prepare her, wife, against this wedding-day.
Wert thou as young as I,.
Wert thou as young as I, Juliet thy love, An hour but married, Tybalt murdered, Doting like me, and like me banished, Then mightst thou speak, then mightst thou tear thy hair, And fall upon the ground, as I do now, Taking the measure of an unmade grave.
What if it be a poison.
What if it be a poison which the friar Subtly hath minist’red to have me dead, Lest in this marriage he should be dishonor’d Because he married me before to Romeo?
What, not a word? You take.
What, not a word? You take your pennyworths now; Sleep for a week, for the next night, I warrant, The County Paris hath set up his rest That you shall rest but little. God forgive me!
What’s Montague? It is nor hand.
What’s Montague? It is nor hand nor foot, Nor arm nor face, nor any other part Belonging to a man. O, be some other name! What’s in a name? That which we call a rose By any other word would smell as sweet;
When the sun sets, the earth.
When the sun sets, the earth doth drizzle dew, But for the sunset of my brother’s son It rains downright.
Where I have learnt me to.
Where I have learnt me to repent the sin Of disobedient opposition To you and your behests, and am enjoin’d By holy Lawrence to fall prostrate here To beg your pardon.
Where be these enemies? Capulet! Montague!.
Where be these enemies? Capulet! Montague! See what a scourge is laid upon your hate, That heaven finds means to kill your joys with love.
Which, but their children’s end, nought.
Which, but their children’s end, nought could remove, Is now the two hours’ traffic of our stage; The which if you with patient ears attend, What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend.
Who set this ancient quarrel new.
Who set this ancient quarrel new abroach? Speak, nephew, were you by when it began?
Within the infant rind of this.
Within the infant rind of this weak flower Poison hath residence and medicine power; For this, being smelt, with that part cheers each part, Being tasted, stays all senses with the heart.
You are look’d for and call’d.
You are look’d for and call’d for, ask’d for and sought for, in the great chamber. POT. We cannot be here and there too. Cheerly, boys, be brisk a while, and the longer liver take all.