Then will I lay the serving-creature's dagger on. I must to the learned.--In good time. And yet, to my teeth be it spoken, I have but four--. a conduit, girl? Whose names are written there, and to them say. To see, now, how a jest shall come about! Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much. In the town of Verona there lived two families, the Capulets and the Montagues. out, you baggage! On Thursday, sir? I will be brief, for my short date of breath. Turn to another, this shall slay them both: Therefore, out of thy long-experienced time. Who nothing hurt withal hiss'd him in scorn: While we were interchanging thrusts and blows. There she lies. Here comes the furious Tybalt back again. Come, come away. Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. Have thrice disturb'd the quiet of our streets. What, goodman boy! In Stock. Lady, come from that nest. Friar John, go hence; Get me an iron crow, and bring it straight. That heaven finds means to kill your joys with love. Time out o' mind the fairies' coachmakers. here lies the county slain. No Fear Shakespeare – Romeo and Juliet (by SparkNotes) -1- Original Text Modern Text Prologue Enter CHORUS The CHORUS enters. Doth add more grief to too much of mine own. Lesson 6. If love be rough with you, be rough with love; Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down. I warrant, an I should live a thousand years. Wisely and slow; they stumble that run fast. I met the youthful lord at Laurence' cell; Why, I am glad on't; this is well: stand up: This is as't should be. a madness most discreet. This same should be the voice of Friar John. I have forgot that name, and that name's woe. And hire post-horses; I will hence to-night. hast thou not a word of joy? Forswear it, sight. For whose dear sake thou wast but lately dead; There art thou happy: Tybalt would kill thee. here comes. She wakes; and I entreated her come forth. Une ballade romantique et triste, sur un amour impossible. now art thou sociable, now art thou Romeo; now art. Dost thou not bring me letters from the friar? God gi' god-den. What, have you dined at home? Lest that thy love prove likewise variable. Sweet, good night! O, here comes my nurse, And she brings news; and every tongue that speaks. whore!' I will bite thee by the ear for that jest. And yet 'not proud,' mistress minion, you. O Romeo, Romeo! What, man! For 'twas your heaven she should be advanced: Above the clouds, as high as heaven itself? Farewell: thou canst not teach me to forget. Alack, alack, that heaven should practise stratagems. O, now I would they had changed voices too! Ah, word ill urged to one that is so ill! But love thee better than thou canst devise. I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins. Sir Paris, I will make a desperate tender, Of my child's love: I think she will be ruled. Welcome, gentlemen! Shall I be married then to-morrow morning? Which with sweet water nightly I will dew. So thou wilt woo; but else, not for the world. Romeo and Juliet is regarded as an early demonstration of Shakespeare’s innovative take on dramatic structure. He told me Paris should have married Juliet: One writ with me in sour misfortune's book! Well, in that hit you miss: she'll not be hit. Come, night; come, Romeo; come, thou day in night; For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night. A churchyard; in it a tomb belonging to the Capulets. Thy drugs are quick. Juliet, on Thursday early will I rouse ye: Till then, adieu; and keep this holy kiss. I'll look to like, if looking liking move: Than your consent gives strength to make it fly. me quivers. What, wilt thou wash him from his grave with tears? Give me thy hand; 'tis late: farewell; good night. Shall, stiff and stark and cold, appear like death: And in this borrow'd likeness of shrunk death, Now, when the bridegroom in the morning comes. Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks. And needly will be rank'd with other griefs, Why follow'd not, when she said 'Tybalt's dead,'. Here's one, a friend, and one that knows you well. Be fickle, fortune; For then, I hope, thou wilt not keep him long. For, well you know, this is a pitiful case. That plats the manes of horses in the night. Have I thought long to see this morning's face. To Juliet's grave; for there must I use thee. 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. Capulet's Garden. Hold; get you gone, be strong and prosperous, In this resolve: I'll send a friar with speed. And wish his mistress were that kind of fruit. This afternoon, sir? O thou untaught! 'Zounds, a dog, a rat, a mouse, a, cat, to scratch a man to death! This dagger hath mista'en--for, lo, his house. Ay, sir; but she will none, she gives you thanks. That you are now a maid. Give me the light: upon thy life, I charge thee. Things for the cook, sir; but I know not what. What satisfaction canst thou have to-night? O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do; They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair. I pray you, tell my lord and father, madam. Yea, is the worst well? And all those twenty could but kill one life. Tybalt, Mercutio, the prince expressly hath. Thou wast the prettiest babe that e'er I nursed: An I might live to see thee married once. But He, that hath the steerage of my course, Where's Potpan, that he helps not to take away? Unless good counsel may the cause remove. By their own beauties; or, if love be blind. What, ho! she's cold: Her blood is settled, and her joints are stiff; Life and these lips have long been separated: Upon the sweetest flower of all the field. Ah, well-a-day! Being spoke behind your back, than to your face. JULIET Ay me! Romeo is from the Montague family and Juliet is a Capulet, but they fall in … Shall I speak ill of him that is my husband? Either my eyesight fails, or thou look'st pale. And bakes the elflocks in foul sluttish hairs. Tempering extremities with extreme sweet. O, she says nothing, sir, but weeps and weeps; And now falls on her bed; and then starts up. Therefore love moderately; long love doth so; Will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint: Romeo shall thank thee, daughter, for us both. That one short minute gives me in her sight: Do thou but close our hands with holy words. what, ladybird! Poems    And, on my lie, hath stol'n him home to bed. O, he is, the courageous captain of compliments. That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear; Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate-tree: Believe me, love, it was the nightingale. Roméo et Juliette (Romeo and Juliet) est une tragédie de William Shakespeare. Yea, noise? Have you got leave to go to shrift to-day? Did you like this play? But now I'll tell thee joyful tidings, girl. Then have at you with my wit! It doth so, holy sir; and there's my master. In herbs, plants, stones, and their true qualities: For nought so vile that on the earth doth live. it on the drawer, when indeed there is no need. What devil art thou, that dost torment me thus? 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. Lesson 1. 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! past compare: he is not the flower of courtesy, but, I'll warrant him, as gentle as a lamb. Thou wrong'st it, more than tears, with that report. With tender Juliet match'd, is now not fair. And beg your pardon: pardon, I beseech you! as sweet repose and rest. I'll pay that doctrine, or else die in debt. And see how he will take it at your hands. In penalty alike; and 'tis not hard, I think. it is nor hand, nor foot. Because their breaths with sweetmeats tainted are: Sometime she gallops o'er a courtier's nose. Watch this story, one of our 'Shakespeare Lives' videos, and find out! Discussion. Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love. wherefore art thou Romeo? Is she not proud? But let them measure us by what they will; We'll measure them a measure, and be gone. And doth it give me such a sight as this? Shall give him such an unaccustom'd dram. And steal immortal blessing from her lips. why call you for a sword? We will explore the textual adaptation through a number of different genres of film and performance. you men, you beasts, That quench the fire of your pernicious rage. Audio recording of Act I. that runs lolling up and down to hide his bauble in a hole. Say 'better:' here comes one of my master's kinsmen. You are looked for and called for, asked for and, We cannot be here and there too. But with a rear-ward following Tybalt's death. can you love the gentleman? 'Tis but the pale reflex of Cynthia's brow; Nor that is not the lark, whose notes do beat. 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. In William Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet , a long feud between the Montague and Capulet families disrupts the city of Verona and causes tragic results for Romeo and Juliet. 'tis not so much, 'tis not so much: Some five and twenty years; and then we mask'd. [Aside] For all this same, I'll hide me hereabout: His looks I fear, and his intents I doubt. GCSE English Literature Romeo and Juliet learning resources for adults, children, parents and teachers. No, not till Thursday; there is time enough. The text you requested is loading. O my love! Here lives a caitiff wretch would sell it him.'. No, madam; we have cull'd such necessaries. Will they not hear? She's dead, deceased, she's dead; alack the day! A thing like death to chide away this shame. Tut, man, one fire burns out another's burning. 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! Our bridal flowers serve for a buried corse. Where's Romeo's man? Thou! then I'll be brief. Answer. On this fair corse; and, as the custom is. 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. O, she is lame! Hunting thee hence with hunt's-up to the day. Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues. 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. Nurse, will you go with me into my closet. What, are you busy, ho? make haste, lest mine be about your. Doing more murders in this loathsome world. To lie discolour'd by this place of peace? Well, thou hast comforted me marvellous much. Do so, and bid my sweet prepare to chide. But, as it seems, did violence on herself. God shall mend my soul! One more, most welcome, makes my number more. Now do you know the reason of this haste. And all things change them to the contrary. Lord of the Flies by William Golding Mass Market Paperback $5.99. That thou hast done me; therefore turn and draw. A right fair mark, fair coz, is soonest hit. Maintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fires; And these, who often drown'd could never die. To move is to stir; and to be valiant is to stand: therefore, if thou art moved, thou runn'st away. They engaged in a bitter feud. And steep'd in blood? She will not stay the siege of loving terms. strike! What, Juliet! and when thou hast done so. Up to the ears. No, no: this shall forbid it: lie thou there. Soft! And learn me how to lose a winning match. And, in this rage, with some great kinsman's bone. And, in strong proof of chastity well arm'd. Such as I love; and you, among the store. But one, poor one, one poor and loving child. To enter in the thoughts of desperate men! My lord, I'll tell my lady you will come. Affection makes him false; he speaks not true: Some twenty of them fought in this black strife. for thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head As is a winged messenger of heaven Unto the white-upturned wondering eyes Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds And sails upon the bosom of the air. Than the death-darting eye of cockatrice: Or those eyes shut, that make thee answer 'I.'. Hath sent a letter to his father's house. Shall Romeo by my letters know our drift, Will watch thy waking, and that very night. Give me some present counsel, or, behold, 'Twixt my extremes and me this bloody knife, Which the commission of thy years and art. Go, villain, fetch a surgeon. Hist! For whom, and not for Tybalt, Juliet pined. Then say at once what thou dost know in this. To cross my obsequies and true love's rite? Which ten times faster glide than the sun's beams. I aim'd so near, when I supposed you loved. That I shall say good night till it be morrow. 33m video. In turn this marks their forbidden love as something that is good and lawful rather than sinful. Print the answers. person hath here writ. what can he say in this? I thank you, honest gentlemen; good night. Ties up my tongue, and will not let me speak. 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. And shrieks like mandrakes' torn out of the earth, That living mortals, hearing them, run mad:--. Go thy. And is it not well served in to a sweet goose? wakened thy dog that hath lain asleep in the sun: didst thou not fall out with a tailor for wearing, his new doublet before Easter? Hast thou slain Tybalt? That gallant spirit hath aspired the clouds. you'll be the man! for what purpose, love? I would the fool were married to her grave! Juliet here references Romeo's ability to "kiss by the book" in order to erase the sin metaphors into which they had fallen. This is not Romeo, he's some other where. Hang thee, young baggage! Editors choose which version to use as their base text, and then amend that text with words, lines or speech prefixes from the other versions that, in their judgment, make for a better or more accurate text. Is Rosaline, whom thou didst love so dear, So soon forsaken? And world's exile is death: then banished. that which we call a rose. Contempt and beggary hangs upon thy back; The world is not thy friend nor the world's law; The world affords no law to make thee rich; Then be not poor, but break it, and take this. what, still in tears? What, rouse thee, man! Monday! a braggart, a, rogue, a villain, that fights by the book of, arithmetic! what manners is in this? Nay, if thy wits run the wild-goose chase, I have, done, for thou hast more of the wild-goose in one of. Nay, he will answer the letter's master, how he, Alas poor Romeo! Soon sleep in quiet. Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is! Seal up the mouth of outrage for a while. The County Paris, at Saint Peter's Church. Of that tongue's utterance, yet I know the sound: Neither, fair saint, if either thee dislike. 1. It were a grief, so brief to part with thee: Farewell. For shame! [Within] Let me come in, and you shall know. And drink it off; and, if you had the strength. That copest with death himself to scape from it: And, if thou darest, I'll give thee remedy. A gentleman, nurse, that loves to hear himself talk, and will speak more in a minute than he will stand, An a' speak any thing against me, I'll take him, down, an a' were lustier than he is, and twenty such. ROMEO O she doth teach the torches to burn bright. His help to crave, and my dear hap to tell. O, let us hence; I stand on sudden haste. Romeo and Juliet is set in Verona, Italy, where there is an ongoing feud between the Montague and Capulet families. To old Free-town, our common judgment-place. God mark thee to his grace! I would not for the world they saw thee here. Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too? Not mad, but bound more than a mad-man is; Whipp'd and tormented and--God-den, good fellow. Canker'd with peace, to part your canker'd hate: Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace. ACT 3, SCENE 5. Hold, then; go home, be merry, give consent. And, touching hers, make blessed my rude hand. Hear me with patience but to speak a word. He swung about his head and cut the winds. She hath, and in that sparing makes huge waste. Good thou, save, me a piece of marchpane; and, as thou lovest me, let. That is no slander, sir, which is a truth; Thy face is mine, and thou hast slander'd it. Or else depart; here all eyes gaze on us. Come, madam, let's away. I will not marry yet; and, when I do, I swear. Romeo and Juliet As Told in a Series of Texts by Elodie March 30, 2020 Start the slide show If we’re being honest here, Romeo and Juliet is a bit of an excessive read considering the entire plot can be boiled down to “Boy and girl fall in love, six people die, it’s a wild ride from start to finish.” I do but keep the peace: put up thy sword. But love from love, toward school with heavy looks. Displant a town, reverse a prince's doom. 'By Jesu, a very good blade! We have a trifling foolish banquet towards. Thou know'st my daughter's of a pretty age. O, the blood is spilt. Wilt thou be gone? thy Juliet is alive. How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night. Lesson 7. Where is the county's page, that raised the watch? Is thy news good, or bad? 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. O me! To turn your households' rancour to pure love. Then I will give you the serving-creature. 25m video. Brief sounds determine of my weal or woe. He stops a passing servant. 26m video. Sweet flower, with flowers thy bridal bed I strew,--. Write a comment and tell us what you think. They are all forth. For sweet discourses in our time to come. What's in a name? Farewell! That he should hither come as this dire night. Call Peter, he will show thee where they are. Écrite vers le début de sa carrière, elle raconte l'histoire de deux jeunes gens, Roméo Montaigu et Juliette Capulet, qui s'aiment malgré la haine que se vouent leurs familles et connaissent un destin funeste. He heareth not, he stirreth not, he moveth not; I conjure thee by Rosaline's bright eyes. Stand up; Who knocks so hard? Tickling a parson's nose as a' lies asleep. beat them down! What noise is this? Let two more summers wither in their pride. muffle me, night, awhile. Come, is the bride ready to go to church? O friar, the damned use that word in hell; Howlings attend it: how hast thou the heart. Switch and spurs, switch and spurs; or I'll cry a match. ROMEO Whatlady’sthat? hands and they unwashed too, 'tis a foul thing. with another, for, tying his new shoes with old riband? She hath not seen the change of fourteen years. If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully: Or if thou think'st I am too quickly won. From off the battlements of yonder tower; Where serpents are; chain me with roaring bears; O'er-cover'd quite with dead men's rattling bones. Thy husband in thy bosom there lies dead; And Paris too. What say'st thou? Thou hast the strength of will to slay thyself. Then, since the case so stands as now it doth. Sailing in this salt flood; the winds, thy sighs; Who, raging with thy tears, and they with them. But thou slew'st Tybalt; there are thou happy too: The law that threaten'd death becomes thy friend. Show a fair presence and put off these frowns. O, speak again, bright angel! Thou canst not speak of that thou dost not feel: Wert thou as young as I, Juliet thy love. what news? What, ho! For, by my soul, I'll ne'er acknowledge thee. Who's there? Seal'd up the doors, and would not let us forth; So that my speed to Mantua there was stay'd. Send for the county; go tell him of this: I'll have this knot knit up to-morrow morning. Nurse, where's my daughter? Be plain, good son, and homely in thy drift; Riddling confession finds but riddling shrift. Prepare her, wife, against this wedding-day. Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof! I will not fail: 'tis twenty years till then. Come, bitter conduct, come, unsavoury guide! And the place death, considering who thou art. That I will show you shining at this feast. This trick may chance to scathe you, I know what: Well said, my hearts! 'Tis very late, she'll not come down to-night: These times of woe afford no time to woo. But that thou overheard'st, ere I was ware. the time is very short. Is this the poultice for my aching bones? O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you. O, find him! Ha! I brought my master news of Juliet's death; To this same place, to this same monument. To the left you’ll find Shakespeare’s original — and largely incomprehensible — version, with the modern version of the Balcony Scene to the right. comfort me, counsel me. Sweet Montague, be true. Art thou a man? 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. I came to talk of. friends, part!' Light to my chamber, ho! why dost thou wring thy hands? In Romeo and Juliet, Shakespeare creates a violent world, in which two young people fall in love. Then have my lips the sin that they have took. Some say the lark and loathed toad change eyes. Tell me not, friar, that thou hear'st of this. Not I, believe me: you have dancing shoes. 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. and in your clothes! [Aside] Villain and he be many miles asunder.--. And, in despite, I'll cram thee with more food! 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 all the world--why, he's a man of wax. Faith, we may put up our pipes, and be gone. And pluck the mangled Tybalt from his shroud? Take thou that: Live, and be prosperous: and farewell, good fellow. To hear good counsel: O, what learning is! Accursed, unhappy, wretched, hateful day! can you not stay awhile? I must needs wake her. But, soft! did Romeo's hand shed Tybalt's blood? Ships from and sold by Amazon.com. What, lamb! Which too untimely here did scorn the earth. The measure done, I'll watch her place of stand. Murder'd her kinsman. of Montagues, I pray, come and crush a cup of wine. Well, peace be with you, sir: here comes my man. not life, but love in death! It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night. is it my lady mother? All acts & scenes are listed on the Romeo & Juliet original text page, or linked to from the bottom of this page. First performed around 1596, Romeo and Juliet has been adapted as a ballet, an opera, the musical West Side Story, and a dozen films. How much salt water thrown away in waste. For then she could stand alone; nay, by the rood. I would say thou hadst suck'd wisdom from thy teat. That when she dies with beauty dies her store. These are news indeed! Well, he may chance to do some good on her: See where she comes from shrift with merry look. This letter he early bid me give his father. Dry up your tears, and stick your rosemary. I saw no man use you a 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, Now, afore God, I am so vexed, that every part about. The ground is bloody; search about the churchyard: Go, some of you, whoe'er you find attach. And madly play with my forefather's joints? Then she hath sworn that she will still live chaste? 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.