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there's a French salutation, to your French slop. Is three long hours, yet she is not come. Good prudence; smatter with your gossips, go. Why, how now, kinsman! I doubt it not; and all these woes shall serve. In all respects by me; nay, more, I doubt it not. Here are the beetle brows shall blush for me. (Romeo—2.2.2), O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo? I pray you, tell my lord and father, madam. (Juliet—2.2.36), That which we call a roseBy any other word would smell as sweet. Maud Granger and Lawrence Atkins as Romeo and Juliet [graphic]. I gave thee mine before thou didst request it: Wouldst thou withdraw it? he was not born to shame: For 'tis a throne where honour may be crown'd. O me! With tears augmenting the fresh morning dew. Romeo is a Montague, and Juliet a Capulet. 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. and, lips, O you, The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss. My dreams presage some joyful news at hand: My bosom's lord sits lightly in his throne; Lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts. why, lady! Romeo, doff thy name, And for that name which is no part of thee. Pray you, sir, a word: and as I told you, my young lady bade me inquire you. the time is very short. Sups the fair Rosaline whom thou so lovest. Within three hours will fair Juliet wake: Poor living corse, closed in a dead man's tomb! Therefore be patient, take no note of him: It is my will, the which if thou respect. Send for the county; go tell him of this: I'll have this knot knit up to-morrow morning. to the goose, proves thee far and wide a broad goose. Thou counterfeit'st a bark, a sea, a wind; For still thy eyes, which I may call the sea. Thy old groans ring yet in my ancient ears; Lo, here upon thy cheek the stain doth sit. Turn to another, this shall slay them both: Therefore, out of thy long-experienced time. Banish'd the new-made bridegroom from the city. Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still. James Northcote. Give me a torch: I am not for this ambling; Nay, gentle Romeo, we must have you dance. Unless good counsel may the cause remove. 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. Without his roe, like a dried herring: flesh, flesh, how art thou fishified! On Thursday, sir? Sailing in this salt flood; the winds, thy sighs; Who, raging with thy tears, and they with them. This dagger hath mista'en--for, lo, his house. such a case as mine a man may strain courtesy. Yes, madam: yet I cannot choose but laugh, To think it should leave crying and say 'Ay.'. On Thursday next be married to this county. Written by W. Shake-speare. They are all forth. What, dress'd! Nay, he will answer the letter's master, how he, Alas poor Romeo! Thy head is as fun of quarrels as an egg is full of, meat, and yet thy head hath been beaten as addle as, an egg for quarrelling: thou hast quarrelled with a, man for coughing in the street, because he hath. Well, peace be with you, sir: here comes my man. the punto reverso! My blood for your rude brawls doth lie a-bleeding; But I'll amerce you with so strong a fine. Become a member of the Folger Shakespeare Library and receive access to special member events. I'll tell thee, ere thou ask it me again. I thank you, honest gentlemen; good night. Hist! All forsworn, all naught, all dissemblers. That may convey my greetings, love, to thee. So worthy a gentleman to be her bridegroom? Bliss be upon you! Not proud, you have; but thankful, that you have: But thankful even for hate, that is meant love. Find thou the means, and I'll find such a man. Is it e'en so? For whose dear sake thou wast but lately dead; There art thou happy: Tybalt would kill thee. My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself, My ears have not yet drunk a hundred words. ROMEO She speaks: O, speak again, bright angel! In man as well as herbs, grace and rude will; Full soon the canker death eats up that plant. what a head have I! Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much. The tragedy of Romeo and Juliet in four beautiful duetsMatthew Shilvock of San Francisco Opera writes about the Charles Gounod opera based on Shakespeare's love story. On this fair corse; and, as the custom is. Thou wilt fall backward when thou comest to age; Wilt thou not, Jule?' What should it be, that they so shriek abroad? Hadst thou no poison mix'd, no sharp-ground knife. Which once untangled, much misfortune bodes: This is the hag, when maids lie on their backs. To avoid this marriage, Juliet takes a potion, given her by the friar, which makes her appear dead. Where is she? ladies that have their toes. Gentlemen, good den: a word with one of you. Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged. And I am nothing slow to slack his haste. O that deceit should dwell. Turning his face to the dew-dropping south. Is thy news good, or bad? Sir Paris, I will make a desperate tender, Of my child's love: I think she will be ruled. My leisure serves me, pensive daughter, now. [Romeo and Juliet] An excellent conceited tragedie of Romeo and Iuliet. That you shall all repent the loss of mine: Nor tears nor prayers shall purchase out abuses: Therefore use none: let Romeo hence in haste. Susan and she--God rest all Christian souls!--. But let them measure us by what they will; We'll measure them a measure, and be gone. There is thy gold, worse poison to men's souls. Cruikshank, George, fl. That calls our person from our morning's rest? 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. O life! And pluck the mangled Tybalt from his shroud? Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks. Or in my cell there would she kill herself. 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. We'll keep no great ado,--a friend or two; For, hark you, Tybalt being slain so late. ART File M349.5 no.86 copy 2 PHOTO (size M). To season love, that of it doth not taste! Against to-morrow: my heart is wondrous light. [Bottom and Titania, Romeo at the apothecary] [graphic] / Geo. why 'music with her silver. He spends that night with Juliet and then leaves for Mantua. Peace, ho, for shame! 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. I'll tell thee as we pass; but this I pray. and, by my holidame, The pretty wretch left crying and said 'Ay.'. Take thou that: Live, and be prosperous: and farewell, good fellow. Oil on canvas, ca. Where are the vile beginners of this fray? Thou know'st my daughter's of a pretty age. The clock struck nine when I did send the nurse; Perchance she cannot meet him: that's not so. Revive, look up, or I will die with thee! 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. A friar secretly marries them, hoping to end the feud. how is it with her? Tickle the senseless rushes with their heels. The fact that Romeo and Juliet even met was a major coincidence. My lord, I'll tell my lady you will come. What says he of our marriage? Thy fault our law calls death; but the kind prince. Which, but their children's end, nought could remove. Anon, good nurse! Each quote is followed by the character who's speaking and the act, scene, and line number. Some means to come to shrift this afternoon; And there she shall at Friar Laurence' cell. Stay awhile! What I have spoke: but farewell compliment! the second cock hath crow'd. [Aside] I would I knew not why it should be slow'd. What, wilt thou wash him from his grave with tears? Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self. Ah, sirrah, this unlook'd-for sport comes well. Is death mis-term'd: calling death banishment. Through lovers' brains, and then they dream of love; O'er courtiers' knees, that dream on court'sies straight. Faith, we may put up our pipes, and be gone. God knows when we shall meet again. Have I thought long to see this morning's face. Being the time the potion's force should cease. But one, poor one, one poor and loving child. And all things shall be well, I warrant thee, wife: I'll play the housewife for this once. perdona-mi's, who stand so much on the new form, that they cannot at ease on the old bench? To hear true shrift. 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!' Sweet, good night! Now old desire doth in his death-bed lie. you'll be the man! For such a wish! Lest in this marriage he should be dishonour'd. This afternoon, sir? No, madam; we have cull'd such necessaries. And steal immortal blessing from her lips. This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath. Had she affections and warm youthful blood. And is it not well served in to a sweet goose? [Aside] For all this same, I'll hide me hereabout: His looks I fear, and his intents I doubt. Well, think of marriage now; younger than you. Ties up my tongue, and will not let me speak. O friar, the damned use that word in hell; Howlings attend it: how hast thou the heart. You shall have none ill, sir; for I'll try if they, Marry, sir, 'tis an ill cook that cannot lick his, own fingers: therefore he that cannot lick his. Then have my lips the sin that they have took. The vaulty heaven so high above our heads: I have more care to stay than will to go: Come, death, and welcome! But love from love, toward school with heavy looks. why, then, I thank you all. O, teach me how I should forget to think. How stands your disposition to be married? Gorged with the dearest morsel of the earth. And, touching hers, make blessed my rude hand. The orchard walls are high and hard to climb. The earth hath swallow'd all my hopes but she. Must climb a bird's nest soon when it is dark: I am the drudge and toil in your delight. Where I have learn'd me to repent the sin. Then will I lay the serving-creature's dagger on. There on the ground, with his own tears made drunk. That you are now a maid. To catch my death with jaunting up and down! I. and how doth she? I will bite my thumb at them; which is a disgrace to them, if they bear it. If all else fail, myself have power to die. what, ladybird! you have found him than he was when you sought him: I am the youngest of that name, for fault of a worse. forswear it, sight!

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