There is no end, no limit, measure, bound. I sell thee poison; thou hast sold me none. Tell me, daughter Juliet. Which, well thou know'st, is cross, and full of sin. he's gone, he's kill'd, he's dead! Thou know'st my lodging: get me ink and paper. If I may trust the flattering truth of sleep. 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. Turning his face to the dew-dropping south. But you shall bear the burden soon at night. 'Zounds, a dog, a rat, a mouse, a, cat, to scratch a man to death! call her forth to me. Lesson 3. It strains me past the compass of my wits: I hear thou must, and nothing may prorogue it. what, mistress! Farewell, farewell! I pray, sir, can you read? I must to the learned.--In good time. And all those twenty could but kill one life. Watch this story, one of our 'Shakespeare Lives' videos, and find out! To twinkle in their spheres till they return. what light through yonder window breaks? Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too? I will bite my thumb at them; which is a disgrace to them, if they bear it. 26m video. She, I'll swear, hath corns; am I come near ye now? O, how my heart abhors. SERVANT I know not, sir. ROMEO stands downstage awestruck and following her movements. out, you baggage! But thou shalt hear it: whistle then to me. The excuse that thou dost make in this delay. and how doth she? I hear some noise within; dear love, adieu! To rouse thee from thy bed, there art thou dead: Thou shalt be borne to that same ancient vault. Where should she be? Yea, is the worst well? That most are busied when they're most alone. They'll be in scarlet straight at any news. Have lost a brace of kinsmen: all are punish'd. And shrieks like mandrakes' torn out of the earth, That living mortals, hearing them, run mad:--. The text you requested is loading. Let me see the county; Ay, marry, go, I say, and fetch him hither. The lovers meet. Thou wilt fall backward when thou comest to age; Wilt thou not, Jule?' there's a French salutation, to your French slop. Our solemn hymns to sullen dirges change. Romeo, come forth; come forth, thou fearful man: Father, what news? And drink it off; and, if you had the strength. Shake quoth the dove-house: 'twas no need, I trow. The day to cheer and night's dank dew to dry. Things have fall'n out, sir, so unluckily. Bliss be upon you! No better term than this,--thou art a villain. He shall not make me there a joyful bride. Sonnets and foot it, girls. Come, we burn daylight, ho! Not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes. Come you to make confession to this father? As he was coming from this churchyard side. Sir Paris, I will make a desperate tender, Of my child's love: I think she will be ruled. how sweet is love itself possess'd. It is the lark that sings so out of tune. To whose foul mouth no healthsome air breathes in. it stinted and said 'Ay.'. Go, get thee to thy love, as was decreed. This afternoon, sir? Romeo and Juliet . Give me my long sword, ho! Gentlemen, good den: a word with one of you. What, have you dined at home? Read a character analysis of Juliet, plot summary, and important quotes. All acts & scenes are listed on the Romeo & Juliet original text page, or linked to from the bottom of this page. And then dreams he of smelling out a suit; And sometime comes she with a tithe-pig's tail. give this ring to my true knight. And, on my lie, hath stol'n him home to bed. Your first is dead; or 'twere as good he were. Une ballade romantique et triste, sur un amour impossible. But it is largely Juliet who makes the play come alive. That's as much as to say, such a case as yours, Well said: follow me this jest now till thou hast, worn out thy pump, that when the single sole of it. Doth add more grief to too much of mine own. Sailing in this salt flood; the winds, thy sighs; Who, raging with thy tears, and they with them. Give me my Romeo; and, when he shall die. Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt's death. Yon light is not day-light, I know it, I: Therefore stay yet; thou need'st not to be gone. Thou villain Capulet,--Hold me not, let me go. What say you, James Soundpost? To catch my death with jaunting up and down! 26m video. Doing more murders in this loathsome world. 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! as sweet repose and rest. That she doth give her sorrow so much sway. And the place death, considering who thou art. did Romeo's hand shed Tybalt's blood? How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night. Clubs, bills, and partisans! He told me Paris should have married Juliet: One writ with me in sour misfortune's book! Shall Romeo by my letters know our drift, Will watch thy waking, and that very night. [Enter SAMPSON and GREGORY, of the house of Capulet, armed with swords and bucklers], [Enter CAPULET in his gown, and LADY CAPULET], [Exeunt all but MONTAGUE, LADY MONTAGUE, and BENVOLIO], [Enter ROMEO, MERCUTIO, BENVOLIO, with five or six beat them down! Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take. From this world-wearied flesh. They have made worms' meat of me: I have it, With Tybalt's slander,--Tybalt, that an hour. Nay, he's a flower; in faith, a very flower. Saint Francis be my speed! Rather than the kiss being something sinful, the kiss becomes something that is sanctioned by "the book" or the Bible. Ah. This vault a feasting presence full of light. Pray you, sir, a word: and as I told you, my young lady bade me inquire you. a cup, closed in my true love's hand? Black and portentous must this humour prove. For, well you know, this is a pitiful case. That when she dies with beauty dies her store. why, then, I thank you all. Print an activity for the story. My lord, I'll tell my lady you will come. Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all. O wife, look how our daughter bleeds! 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. Come Lammas-eve at night shall she be fourteen. And all things change them to the contrary. then I'll be brief. For 'twas your heaven she should be advanced: Above the clouds, as high as heaven itself? hold your tongue. 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. To the left you’ll find Shakespeare’s original — and largely incomprehensible — version, with the modern version of the Balcony Scene to the right. Was that my father that went hence so fast? On Lammas-eve at night shall she be fourteen; That shall she, marry; I remember it well. And so did I:--Well, we were born to die. 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. What, not a word? Adding to clouds more clouds with his deep sighs; Should in the furthest east begin to draw. I do but keep the peace: put up thy sword. Gregory, o' my word, we'll not carry coals. And death's pale flag is not advanced there. I'll go and chat with Paris: hie, make haste. Hence will I to my ghostly father's cell. But woo her, gentle Paris, get her heart. it is nor hand, nor foot. God mark thee to his grace! A thing like death to chide away this shame. doth she not give us thanks? What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours? And yet 'not proud,' mistress minion, you. Sovereign, here lies the County Paris slain; Search, seek, and know how this foul murder comes. Therefore we'll have some half a dozen friends. And stay thy lady too that lives in thee. Romeo, good night: I'll to my truckle-bed; This field-bed is too cold for me to sleep: To seek him here that means not to be found. 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. This precious book of love, this unbound lover, The fish lives in the sea, and 'tis much pride. I nursed her daughter, that you talk'd withal; O dear account! Romeo, arise; Thou wilt be taken. Who set this ancient quarrel new abroach? And there die strangled ere my Romeo comes? Pretty too! And needly will be rank'd with other griefs, Why follow'd not, when she said 'Tybalt's dead,'. [To JULIET] If I profane with my unworthiest hand. all men call thee fickle: If thou art fickle, what dost thou with him. Scurvy knave! Through lovers' brains, and then they dream of love; O'er courtiers' knees, that dream on court'sies straight. When the sun sets, the air doth drizzle dew; How now! I would say thou hadst suck'd wisdom from thy teat. She's dead, deceased, she's dead; alack the day! ROMEO She speaks: O, speak again, bright angel! O, tell me, friar, tell me, Doth my name lodge? Juliet here references Romeo's ability to "kiss by the book" in order to erase the sin metaphors into which they had fallen. Thou shalt not stir a foot to seek a foe. Then have my lips the sin that they have took. This trick may chance to scathe you, I know what: Well said, my hearts! why call you for a sword? And is it not well served in to a sweet goose? Doth not. need you my help? For faster navigation, this Iframe is preloading the Wikiwand page for Romeo and Juliet (1968) . By leaving earth? And not impute this yielding to light love, That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops--. No, no: this shall forbid it: lie thou there. All forsworn, all naught, all dissemblers. To call hers exquisite, in question more: These happy masks that kiss fair ladies' brows. hence to wait; I beseech you, follow straight. thy wits than, I am sure, I have in my whole five: Thou wast never with me for any thing when thou wast. The collars of the moonshine's watery beams. 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. which their keepers call. And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats. Now, by Saint Peter's Church and Peter too. and what says. O no! Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized; What man art thou that thus bescreen'd in night. Is Romeo slaughter'd, and is Tybalt dead? 'Tis very late, she'll not come down to-night: These times of woe afford no time to woo. Prepare her, wife, against this wedding-day. Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer. 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. Then say at once what thou dost know in this. what is the prince's doom? I'll tell thee as we pass; but this I pray. Peace, I have done. Here comes your father; tell him so yourself. Send thy man away. That birds would sing and think it were not night. To blaze your marriage, reconcile your friends, Beg pardon of the prince, and call thee back, With twenty hundred thousand times more joy. Five times in that ere once in our five wits. what news? By love, who first did prompt me to inquire; As that vast shore wash'd with the farthest sea. Doth make against me of this direful murder; And here I stand, both to impeach and purge. Makes my flesh tremble in their different greeting. Poison hath residence and medicine power: For this, being smelt, with that part cheers each part; Being tasted, slays all senses with the heart. Where I have learn'd me to repent the sin. Tell me, good my friend, What torch is yond, that vainly lends his light. As maids call medlars, when they laugh alone. So early waking, what with loathsome smells. you have found him than he was when you sought him: I am the youngest of that name, for fault of a worse. what, dost thou make us minstrels? O my love! Whose names are written there, and to them say. That is, because the traitor murderer lives. He jests at scars that never felt a wound. Lesson 4 . Wisely and slow; they stumble that run fast. When I, thy three-hours wife, have mangled it? Therefore love moderately; long love doth so; Will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint: Romeo shall thank thee, daughter, for us both. Romeo and Juliet is een Brits-Italiaanse film uit 1968; het is een filmbewerking van het toneelstuk met dezelfde naam van William Shakespeare. Advanced Search If all else fail, myself have power to die. Here are the beetle brows shall blush for me. Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still. This is not Romeo, he's some other where. Where's Romeo's man? It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden; Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be. Poor soul, thy face is much abused with tears. Wilt thou be gone? A churchyard; in it a tomb belonging to the Capulets. to any gentlewoman, and very weak dealing. That westward rooteth from the city's side, Towards him I made, but he was ware of me. quoth he; And, pretty fool, it stinted and said 'Ay.'. Mist-like, infold me from the search of eyes. Where is she? 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. More light and light; more dark and dark our woes! comfort me, counsel me. rosemary and Romeo begin both with a letter? Spakest thou of Juliet? With thy black mantle; till strange love, grown bold. Came to this vault to die, and lie with Juliet. That is renown'd for faith? O, thou art deceived; I would have made it short: for I was come to the whole depth of my tale; and. I will dry-beat you, with an iron wit, and put up my iron dagger. For whom, and not for Tybalt, Juliet pined. If you do, sir, I am for you: I serve as good a man as you. O, tell not me of fear! In all respects by me; nay, more, I doubt it not. Tut, man, one fire burns out another's burning. I'll tell thee, ere thou ask it me again. With piercing steel at bold Mercutio's breast. couple it with, You shall find me apt enough to that, sir, an you. A churchyard; in it a tomb belonging to the Capulets. and, by my holidame, The pretty wretch left crying and said 'Ay.'. But with a rear-ward following Tybalt's death. Nay, if thy wits run the wild-goose chase, I have, done, for thou hast more of the wild-goose in one of. 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. Some consequence yet hanging in the stars, With this night's revels and expire the term. And strew this hungry churchyard with thy limbs: I will be gone, sir, and not trouble you. O, their. Art thou gone so? For sweet discourses in our time to come. O here's a wit of cheveril, that stretches from an, I stretch it out for that word 'broad;' which added. Thou hast the strength of will to slay thyself. Revive, look up, or I will die with thee! Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake. Ay, by my troth, the case may be amended. Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes, And being thus frighted swears a prayer or two. Peer'd forth the golden window of the east. Which, as he breathed defiance to my ears. I bring thee tidings of the prince's doom. What, rouse thee, man! madam! I will carry no crotchets: I'll re you. Alack, alack, that heaven should practise stratagems. Tybalt, the reason that I have to love thee. That presses them and learns them first to bear, And more inconstant than the wind, who wooes. O, now I would they had changed voices too! What, art thou drawn among these heartless hinds? Lest that thy love prove likewise variable. In the mean time, against thou shalt awake. 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. 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. The measure done, I'll watch her place of stand. Belonging to a man. And stint thou too, I pray thee, nurse, say I. And cruel death hath catch'd it from my sight! I'll say yon grey is not the morning's eye. Enough of this; I pray thee, hold thy peace. About OSS. Say 'better:' here comes one of my master's kinsmen. The exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine. Than those that have more cunning to be strange. In man as well as herbs, grace and rude will; Full soon the canker death eats up that plant. when 'twas a little prating thing:--O, there, is a nobleman in town, one Paris, that would fain, lay knife aboard; but she, good soul, had as lief, see a toad, a very toad, as see him. 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. Give me those flowers. 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. this reverend holy friar. what's your will? Thou counterfeit'st a bark, a sea, a wind; For still thy eyes, which I may call the sea. That thou hast done me; therefore turn and draw. Hark you, sir. Back in Verona, Friar John, who was supposed to deliver the letter to Romeo telling him about the plan, apologizes to Friar Laurence for his inability to complete the task. Why, how now, kinsman! 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!' Thou wilt fall backward when thou hast more wit; Wilt thou not, Jule?' Come, gentle night, come, loving, black-brow'd night. no, not he; though his, face be better than any man's, yet his leg excels. Well, he may chance to do some good on her: See where she comes from shrift with merry look. And quench the fire, the room is grown too hot. O, find him! That may be must be, love, on Thursday next. Put up your swords; you know not what you do. Compare her face with some that I shall show. hands and they unwashed too, 'tis a foul thing. should buy the fee-simple of my life for an hour and a quarter. Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast! Hang thee, young baggage! Thou fond mad man, hear me but speak a word. Tempering extremities with extreme sweet. ACT 3, SCENE 5. To Juliet's grave; for there must I use thee. When theirs are dry, for Romeo's banishment. There she lies. Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye. Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell. O Lord, they fight! You are looked for and called for, asked for and, We cannot be here and there too. To hear good counsel: O, what learning is! Thou, wretched boy, that didst consort him here. I bade her come. And hereabouts he dwells,--which late I noted. me quivers. Romeo and Juliet. O, he is, the courageous captain of compliments. He, When good manners shall lie all in one or two men's. Go, tell the prince: run to the Capulets: Raise up the Montagues: some others search: We see the ground whereon these woes do lie; But the true ground of all these piteous woes. Good morrow to you both. And there an end. Rather than Paris. Here is for thy pains. And wish his mistress were that kind of fruit. Cerita Cinta Narrative Text Romeo dan Juliet. Farewell, my lord. What, wilt thou wash him from his grave with tears? Not having that, which, having, makes them short. Nurse, will you go with me into my closet. O, she is lame! And I will take thy word: yet if thou swear'st, Thou mayst prove false; at lovers' perjuries. And I am nothing slow to slack his haste. Because their breaths with sweetmeats tainted are: Sometime she gallops o'er a courtier's nose. Let us take the law of our sides; let them begin. What, is my daughter gone to Friar Laurence? And learn me how to lose a winning match. Why, is not this a lamentable thing, grandsire, that we should be thus afflicted with, these strange flies, these fashion-mongers, these. For then she could stand alone; nay, by the rood. Introducing Juliet. 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. There on the ground, with his own tears made drunk. [Aside] Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this? But to the earth some special good doth give, Nor aught so good but strain'd from that fair use. Ah, sirrah, this unlook'd-for sport comes well. And, touching hers, make blessed my rude hand. love's heralds should be thoughts. As much to him, else is his thanks too much. O loving hate! Dry up your tears, and stick your rosemary. Her wagon-spokes made of long spiders' legs. Remnants of packthread and old cakes of roses. What if her eyes were there, they in her head? Did you like this play? Find thou the means, and I'll find such a man. to the goose, proves thee far and wide a broad goose. one kiss, and I'll descend. why dost thou wring thy hands? all men's; and for a hand, and a foot, and a body, though they be not to be talked on, yet they are. Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues. But thou art not quickly moved to strike. Like powder in a skitless soldier's flask. What happens when Romeo and Juliet fall in love? Where are the vile beginners of this fray? Murder'd her kinsman. Tell me not, friar, that thou hear'st of this. Displant a town, reverse a prince's doom. [Within] Ho, daughter! This night I hold an old accustom'd feast. Like death, when he shuts up the day of life; Each part, deprived of supple government. O trespass sweetly urged! a conduit, girl? The grey-eyed morn smiles on the frowning night. what, still in tears? Ascend her chamber, hence and comfort her: But look thou stay not till the watch be set, Where thou shalt live, till we can find a time. Adieu, adieu! Chequering the eastern clouds with streaks of light, And flecked darkness like a drunkard reels. 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. Shall I be married then to-morrow morning? Ah, what an unkind hour, I hear some noise. Find them out whose names are written here! [Aside] For all this same, I'll hide me hereabout: His looks I fear, and his intents I doubt. And Juliet bleeding, warm, and newly dead. And breathed such life with kisses in my lips. Evermore weeping for your cousin's death? To see, now, how a jest shall come about! And, to sink in it, should you burden love; Too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn. Hath Romeo slain himself? God join'd my heart and Romeo's, thou our hands; And ere this hand, by thee to Romeo seal'd. Ah, well-a-day! Unless thou tell me how I may prevent it: If, in thy wisdom, thou canst give no help. 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. Good thou, save, me a piece of marchpane; and, as thou lovest me, let. To lie discolour'd by this place of peace? And she's fair I love. that is something stale and hoar ere it be spent. a lantern, slaughter'd youth, For here lies Juliet, and her beauty makes. What, are you busy, ho? But now I'll tell thee joyful tidings, girl. 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. Lord, how my head aches! Hark, how they knock! But come, young waverer, come, go with me. mocker! And doth it give me such a sight as this? 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