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But Romeo's name speaks heavenly eloquence. 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! ways, wench; serve God. Nor what is mine shall never do thee good: Trust to't, bethink you; I'll not be forsworn. Nay, he's a flower; in faith, a very flower. you take your pennyworths now; Sleep for a week; for the next night, I warrant. Let me peruse this face. Now I'll tell you without asking: my master is the, great rich Capulet; and if you be not of the house. she that makes dainty. make haste, lest mine be about your. Let me see the county; Ay, marry, go, I say, and fetch him hither. Have you ever listened to a recording of Romeo and Juliet and thought "I really wish I knew what they were saying"? Unplagued with corns will have a bout with you. Not I, believe me: you have dancing shoes. love, lord, ay, husband, friend! He told me Paris should have married Juliet: One writ with me in sour misfortune's book! 'Tis but the pale reflex of Cynthia's brow; Nor that is not the lark, whose notes do beat. thy wits than, I am sure, I have in my whole five: Thou wast never with me for any thing when thou wast. I'll make you quiet. the porter let in Susan Grindstone and Nell. Of an old tear that is not wash'd off yet: If e'er thou wast thyself and these woes thine. wherefore storm you so? In Romeo and Juliet, Shakespeare creates a violent world, in which two young people fall in love. Is three long hours, yet she is not come. Their course of love, the tidings of her death: And here he writes that he did buy a poison. Shake quoth the dove-house: 'twas no need, I trow. Did my heart love till now? The exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine. We waste our lights in vain, like lamps by day. And like her most whose merit most shall be: Which on more view, of many mine being one. But to the earth some special good doth give, Nor aught so good but strain'd from that fair use. And yet 'not proud,' mistress minion, you. Yet nature's tears are reason's merriment. rosemary and Romeo begin both with a letter? Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs; Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; Being vex'd a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears: What is it else? O life! To hear him named, and cannot come to him. Because their breaths with sweetmeats tainted are: Sometime she gallops o'er a courtier's nose. Than the death-darting eye of cockatrice: Or those eyes shut, that make thee answer 'I.'. And hire post-horses; I will hence to-night. But that thou overheard'st, ere I was ware. 'Proud,' and 'I thank you,' and 'I thank you not;'. why, lady! and, swifter than. Upon a rapier's point: stay, Tybalt, stay! Farewell: thou canst not teach me to forget. Being the time the potion's force should cease. Wilt thou be gone? Who's there? Just opposite to what thou justly seem'st, When thou didst bower the spirit of a fiend, Was ever book containing such vile matter, So fairly bound? Thus with a kiss I die. And in this state she gallops night by night. Hold him in safety, till the prince come hither. O, the blood is spilt. On Thursday, sir? Murder'd her kinsman. Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof! 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? He heareth not, he stirreth not, he moveth not; I conjure thee by Rosaline's bright eyes. Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse: Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied; Within the infant rind of this small flower. Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest! Come, stir, stir, stir! His help to crave, and my dear hap to tell. In herbs, plants, stones, and their true qualities: For nought so vile that on the earth doth live. Not proud, you have; but thankful, that you have: But thankful even for hate, that is meant love. And so did I:--Well, we were born to die. But what say you to Thursday? True; and therefore women, being the weaker vessels, are ever thrust to the wall: therefore I will push, Montague's men from the wall, and thrust his maids. Evermore weeping for your cousin's death? What, art thou drawn among these heartless hinds? Not having that, which, having, makes them short. We have a trifling foolish banquet towards. That he dares ne'er come back to challenge you; Or, if he do, it needs must be by stealth. To Juliet's grave; for there must I use thee. And yet, to my teeth be it spoken, I have but four--. Nay, he will answer the letter's master, how he, Alas poor Romeo! Doth grace for grace and love for love allow; Thy love did read by rote and could not spell. What, lamb! Here lives a caitiff wretch would sell it him.'. A right good mark-man! Where is my father, and my mother, nurse? Was that my father that went hence so fast? Then mightst thou speak, then mightst thou tear thy hair. Either my eyesight fails, or thou look'st pale. I'll frown and be perverse an say thee nay. For who is living, if those two are gone? methinks I see my cousin's ghost, Seeking out Romeo, that did spit his body. Some say the lark and loathed toad change eyes. Nurse, will you go with me into my closet. All acts & scenes are listed on the Romeo & Juliet original text page, or linked to from the bottom of this page. 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. Thy husband in thy bosom there lies dead; And Paris too. Came I to take her from her kindred's vault; But when I came, some minute ere the time. Can vengeance be pursued further than death? Roméo et Juliette (Romeo and Juliet) est une tragédie de William Shakespeare. I must be gone and live, or stay and die. Is this the poultice for my aching bones? what's your will? And stint thou too, I pray thee, nurse, say I. answer to that; Say either, and I'll stay the circumstance: Well, you have made a simple choice; you know not, how to choose a man: Romeo! the all-seeing sun. Herself poised with herself in either eye: But in that crystal scales let there be weigh'd. How much salt water thrown away in waste. a lantern, slaughter'd youth, For here lies Juliet, and her beauty makes. It is the lark that sings so out of tune. What sorrow craves acquaintance at my hand. And cruel death hath catch'd it from my sight! Then have at you with my wit! Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing. Well, think of marriage now; younger than you. that is something stale and hoar ere it be spent. Why, is not this a lamentable thing, grandsire, that we should be thus afflicted with, these strange flies, these fashion-mongers, these. Our solemn hymns to sullen dirges change. Bear hence this body and attend our will: Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill. But heaven keeps his part in eternal life. That when she dies with beauty dies her store. Enter Servingmen with napkins], [Enter CAPULET, with JULIET and others of his house, meeting the Guests and Maskers], [He climbs the wall, and leaps down within it], [Enter MERCUTIO, BENVOLIO, Page, and Servants], [TYBALT under ROMEO's arm stabs MERCUTIO, and flies with his followers], [Enter ROMEO and JULIET above, at the window], [Enter CAPULET, LADY CAPULET, Nurse, and two Servingmen], [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]. Tickle the senseless rushes with their heels. Ay, while you live, draw your neck out o' the collar. Make haste; the bridegroom he is come already: Mistress! What say you, James Soundpost? Be heap'd like mine and that thy skill be more, To blazon it, then sweeten with thy breath, This neighbour air, and let rich music's tongue. With love's light wings did I o'er-perch these walls; And what love can do that dares love attempt; If they do see thee, they will murder thee. Women may fall, when there's no strength in men. She, I'll swear, hath corns; am I come near ye now? Accursed, unhappy, wretched, hateful day! Good gentle youth, tempt not a desperate man; Fly hence, and leave me: think upon these gone; Let them affright thee. Down with the Capulets! What, is my daughter gone to Friar Laurence? Then she is well, and nothing can be ill: I saw her laid low in her kindred's vault. Lesson 4 . I shall forget, to have thee still stand there. On this fair corse; and, as the custom is. Speak briefly, can you like of Paris' love? The dashing rocks thy sea-sick weary bark! ACT I PROLOGUE Two households, both alike in dignity, In fair Verona, where we lay our scene, From ancient grudge break to new mutiny, Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. And Tybalt calls; and then on Romeo cries, Did murder her; as that name's cursed hand. And then dreams he of smelling out a suit; And sometime comes she with a tithe-pig's tail. 3. We will have vengeance for it, fear thou not: Then weep no more. I should have been more strange, I must confess. And yet no man like he doth grieve my heart. famine is in thy cheeks. How oft when men are at the point of death, Have they been merry! Which too untimely here did scorn the earth. Belonging to a man. Romeo. And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats. What is yond gentleman? To call hers exquisite, in question more: These happy masks that kiss fair ladies' brows. But fettle your fine joints 'gainst Thursday next. Gorged with the dearest morsel of the earth. My husband is on earth, my faith in heaven; How shall that faith return again to earth, Unless that husband send it me from heaven. And learn me how to lose a winning match. She speaks yet she says nothing: what of that? Take our good meaning, for our judgment sits. Then say at once what thou dost know in this. Here is a friar, and slaughter'd Romeo's man; O heavens! For fear of that, I still will stay with thee; With worms that are thy chamber-maids; O, here. We must talk in secret:--nurse, come back again; I have remember'd me, thou's hear our counsel. you have found him than he was when you sought him: I am the youngest of that name, for fault of a worse. All in gore-blood; I swounded at the sight. O my dear kinsman! O, for a falconer's voice. Go hence; good night; and here stands all your state: Or by the break of day disguised from hence: Sojourn in Mantua; I'll find out your man. This is my daughter's jointure, for no more. what light through yonder window breaks? Which, well thou know'st, is cross, and full of sin. Perhaps you have learned it without book: but, I. Ay, if I know the letters and the language. Tell me in sadness, who is that you love. Lesson 1. '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. From forth the fatal loins of these two foes. Who is't that calls? And finding him, the searchers of the town. O loving hate! What happens when Romeo and Juliet fall in love? Jesu, what haste? Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks. With gentle breath, calm look, knees humbly bow'd, Could not take truce with the unruly spleen, Of Tybalt deaf to peace, but that he tilts. The text you requested is loading. With tears augmenting the fresh morning dew. Else, when he's found, that hour is his last. If I may trust the flattering truth of sleep. I take thee at thy word: Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized; Henceforth I never will be Romeo. I could not send it,--here it is again,--, The letter was not nice but full of charge. a braggart, a, rogue, a villain, that fights by the book of, arithmetic! doth she not count her blest. Ere he, that should be husband, comes to woo. Gentlemen, can any of you tell me where I, I can tell you; but young Romeo will be older when. Shall Romeo by my letters know our drift, Will watch thy waking, and that very night. Than twenty of their swords: look thou but sweet. Hunting thee hence with hunt's-up to the day. Till the prince came, who parted either part. For 'twas your heaven she should be advanced: Above the clouds, as high as heaven itself? The sun not yet thy sighs from heaven clears. Thy fault our law calls death; but the kind prince. To move is to stir; and to be valiant is to stand: therefore, if thou art moved, thou runn'st away. Come to thy heart as that within my breast! And death's pale flag is not advanced there. I see that thou art poor: A dram of poison, such soon-speeding gear, As will disperse itself through all the veins, And that the trunk may be discharged of breath, Such mortal drugs I have; but Mantua's law. What cursed foot wanders this way to-night. Soft! And steal immortal blessing from her lips. And hereabouts he dwells,--which late I noted. I must needs wake her. what a head have I! How now, my headstrong! It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden; Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be. A churchyard; in it a tomb belonging to the Capulets. To fetch a ladder, by the which your love. In man as well as herbs, grace and rude will; Full soon the canker death eats up that plant. Ah, what an unkind hour, I hear some noise. give room! For it excels your first: or if it did not. Write a comment and tell us what you think. She wakes; and I entreated her come forth. Hast thou slain Tybalt? Must climb a bird's nest soon when it is dark: I am the drudge and toil in your delight. Cerita Cinta Narrative Text Romeo dan Juliet. And find delight writ there with beauty's pen; And what obscured in this fair volume lies. why call you for a sword? Thy wit is a very bitter sweeting; it is a most. O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! A torch for me: let wantons light of heart. Be fickle, fortune; For then, I hope, thou wilt not keep him long. Death is my son-in-law, Death is my heir; And leave him all; life, living, all is Death's. They are but beggars that can count their worth; Come, come with me, and we will make short work; For, by your leaves, you shall not stay alone. Give me thy torch, boy: hence, and stand aloof: Holding thine ear close to the hollow ground; So shall no foot upon the churchyard tread. 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!' Should, without eyes, see pathways to his will! For Ine’ersawtruebeautytillthisnight. It were a grief, so brief to part with thee: Farewell. Dost thou love me? My naked weapon is out: quarrel, I will back thee. Come, is the bride ready to go to church? That one short minute gives me in her sight: Do thou but close our hands with holy words. Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. Of my dug and felt it bitter, pretty fool. One nick-name for her purblind son and heir. What if her eyes were there, they in her head? O, this same thought did but forerun my need; Being holiday, the beggar's shop is shut. But I'll be hanged, sir, if he wear your livery: Marry, go before to field, he'll be your follower; Your worship in that sense may call him 'man.'. Friar John, go hence; Get me an iron crow, and bring it straight. What say you? I, am peppered, I warrant, for this world. we'll, Marry, farewell! I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins. there's a French salutation, to your French slop. me quivers. Advanced Search    Well, I will walk myself. A churchyard; in it a tomb belonging to the Capulets. What I have spoke: but farewell compliment! Give me my Romeo; and, when he shall die. Here comes the furious Tybalt back again. Introducing Romeo. out, you baggage! To twinkle in their spheres till they return. come, what says Romeo? O, let us hence; I stand on sudden haste. 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. Your first is dead; or 'twere as good he were. Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet: The Prologue. And, in this rage, with some great kinsman's bone. Ships from and sold by Amazon.com. Romeo, hist! They call for dates and quinces in the pastry. And with a silk thread plucks it back again. person hath here writ. A hall, a hall! This afternoon, sir? for thou art, As glorious to this night, being o'er my head. I doubt it not; and all these woes shall serve. I do but keep the peace: put up thy sword. Ay, sir; but she will none, she gives you thanks. We'll keep no great ado,--a friend or two; For, hark you, Tybalt being slain so late. For then she could stand alone; nay, by the rood. Well, he may chance to do some good on her: See where she comes from shrift with merry look. And where care lodges, sleep will never lie; But where unbruised youth with unstuff'd brain. as sweet repose and rest. But it is largely Juliet who makes the play come alive. You gave us the counterfeit. And hire those horses; I'll be with thee straight. For shame! And therefore thou mayst think my 'havior light: But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true. Will now deny to dance? Sups the fair Rosaline whom thou so lovest. give this ring to my true knight. Say 'better:' here comes one of my master's kinsmen. The text numbers the lines, including those … Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too? Come, we'll in here; tarry for the. Thou cutt'st my head off with a golden axe. Tempering extremities with extreme sweet. I'll go and chat with Paris: hie, make haste. Thou know'st my lodging: get me ink and paper. I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks: Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Having some business, do entreat her eyes. There on the ground, with his own tears made drunk. What storm is this that blows so contrary? That shows thee a weak slave; for the weakest goes. past compare: he is not the flower of courtesy, but, I'll warrant him, as gentle as a lamb. Will you be ready? [Within] Let me come in, and you shall know. And see how he will take it at your hands. I. Lest in this marriage he should be dishonour'd. And she shall scant show well that now shows best. All night for lesser cause, and ne'er been sick. How is't, my soul? that which we call a rose. What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend. What says he of our marriage? To be a virtuous and well-govern'd youth: I would not for the wealth of all the town. Act 1, Prologue and Scene 1: Verona. Black and portentous must this humour prove. And breathed such life with kisses in my lips. Why, how now, kinsman! But to his foe supposed he must complain. Being black put us in mind they hide the fair; The precious treasure of his eyesight lost: What doth her beauty serve, but as a note. For, by my soul, I'll ne'er acknowledge thee. Alack, alack, that heaven should practise stratagems. I say, he shall: go to; You'll not endure him! Stand up; Who knocks so hard? What satisfaction canst thou have to-night? Up to the ears. Her nurse is privy: and, if aught in this. For such a wish! Lady, come from that nest. Who set this ancient quarrel new abroach? The collars of the moonshine's watery beams. Who's there? Wife! To turn your households' rancour to pure love. he was not born to shame: For 'tis a throne where honour may be crown'd. O, find him! take me with you, take me with you, wife. let's talk; it is not day. Doth make against me of this direful murder; And here I stand, both to impeach and purge. In turn this marks their forbidden love as something that is good and lawful rather than sinful. And all things change them to the contrary. So stakes me to the ground I cannot move. To blaze your marriage, reconcile your friends, Beg pardon of the prince, and call thee back, With twenty hundred thousand times more joy. How stands your disposition to be married? Day, night, hour, tide, time, work, play, Alone, in company, still my care hath been, To have her match'd: and having now provided. Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes, And being thus frighted swears a prayer or two. Yea, noise? Whate'er thou hear'st or seest, stand all aloof, But chiefly to take thence from her dead finger. 'Tis more, 'tis more, his son is elder, sir; [To a Servingman] What lady is that, which doth. The lovers meet. O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees. Welcome, gentlemen! Preparation. [To JULIET] If I profane with my unworthiest hand. Turn back, dull earth, and find thy centre out. Lesson 5. What, ho! Some Juliet, and some Paris; and all run. Not Romeo, prince, he was Mercutio's friend; His fault concludes but what the law should end. Tybalt's death. [Aside] Villain and he be many miles asunder.--. For sweet discourses in our time to come. Nurse, where's my daughter? May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet. 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. Romeo and Juliet is a tragedy written by William Shakespeare early in his career about two young star-crossed lovers whose deaths ultimately reconcile their feuding families. 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