Well, I will walk myself. And hire those horses; I'll be with thee straight. How now, how now, chop-logic! methinks I see my cousin's ghost, Seeking out Romeo, that did spit his body. Came to this vault to die, and lie with Juliet. This afternoon, sir? pronounce this sentence then. why call you for a sword? See all. Loading... Save for later. Canker'd with peace, to part your canker'd hate: Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace. Maintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fires; And these, who often drown'd could never die. And in my temper soften'd valour's steel! What, ho! A street. Ah, where's my man? No nightingale: look, love, what envious streaks. O, for a falconer's voice. not life, but love in death! What dares the slave. What is this? Answer. Some consequence yet hanging in the stars, With this night's revels and expire the term. Where and what time thou wilt perform the rite; And follow thee my lord throughout the world. By her high forehead and her scarlet lip, By her fine foot, straight leg and quivering thigh. Torments him so, that he will sure run mad. what light through yonder window breaks? O here's a wit of cheveril, that stretches from an, I stretch it out for that word 'broad;' which added. Or else depart; here all eyes gaze on us. the porter let in Susan Grindstone and Nell. Now I'll tell you without asking: my master is the, great rich Capulet; and if you be not of the house. I doubt it not; and all these woes shall serve. Alack, alack, that heaven should practise stratagems. The lesson covers analysis of form and structure as well as language features. And is it not well served in to a sweet goose? In thee at once; which thou at once wouldst lose. I do but keep the peace: put up thy sword. The orchard walls are high and hard to climb. If what thou speak'st speak not of remedy. Play'd for a pair of stainless maidenhoods: Hood my unmann'd blood, bating in my cheeks. For sweet discourses in our time to come. How much salt water thrown away in waste. Alas, my liege, my wife is dead to-night; Grief of my son's exile hath stopp'd her breath: What further woe conspires against mine age? Nay, he will answer the letter's master, how he, Alas poor Romeo! I will bite my thumb at them; which is a disgrace to them, if they bear it. Come, we'll in here; tarry for the. Consort! And cruel death hath catch'd it from my sight! What say you, James Soundpost? And finding him, the searchers of the town. At the beginning of Act 4, Scene 5 of Romeo and Juliet, Juliet's nurse enters her room, calling for her to wake up and get ready for her wedding. Juliet, on Thursday early will I rouse ye: Till then, adieu; and keep this holy kiss. Stay, then; I'll go alone. In herbs, plants, stones, and their true qualities: For nought so vile that on the earth doth live. So shall you feel the loss, but not the friend. And bid her, mark you me, on Wednesday next--. As you think fit to furnish me to-morrow? Cheerly, boys; be. Ay, sir; but she will none, she gives you thanks. Then will I lay the serving-creature's dagger on. Give me the light: upon thy life, I charge thee. Tell me, daughter Juliet. Videos (6) Notebook; A ct 1, S cene 4 [Enter Romeo, Mercutio, Benvolio, with five or six Maskers, Torch-bearers, and others] Romeo . Here lives a caitiff wretch would sell it him.'. And the place death, considering who thou art. Who is't that calls? [Aside] Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this? O, find him! Will it not be? Lest in this marriage he should be dishonour'd. Thy fault our law calls death; but the kind prince. Than with that hand that cut thy youth in twain, Why art thou yet so fair? If you do, sir, I am for you: I serve as good a man as you. Not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes. Tut, you saw her fair, none else being by. Thursday is near; lay hand on heart, advise: An you be mine, I'll give you to my friend; And you be not, hang, beg, starve, die in. I never should forget it: 'Wilt thou not, Jule?' Tell me, good my friend, What torch is yond, that vainly lends his light. Five times in that ere once in our five wits. for what purpose, love? And bring thee cords made like a tackled stair; Farewell; be trusty, and I'll quit thy pains: Now God in heaven bless thee! and, by my holidame, The pretty wretch left crying and said 'Ay.'. Ay, you have been a mouse-hunt in your time; But I will watch you from such watching now. As he was coming from this churchyard side. Be sacrificed, some hour before his time. Get thee to bed, and rest; for thou hast need. 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. you men, you beasts, That quench the fire of your pernicious rage. Come, stir, stir, stir! love, lord, ay, husband, friend! Come, he hath hid himself among these trees. is it my lady mother? O'er ladies ' lips, who straight on kisses dream. Whate'er thou hear'st or seest, stand all aloof, But chiefly to take thence from her dead finger. Some say the lark and loathed toad change eyes. ACT V SCENE I. Mantua. Have thrice disturb'd the quiet of our streets. Give me some present counsel, or, behold, 'Twixt my extremes and me this bloody knife, Which the commission of thy years and art. And like her most whose merit most shall be: Which on more view, of many mine being one. (Enter JULIET) PARIS Happily met, my lady and my wife! 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. Here is for thy pains. I will dry-beat you, with an iron wit, and put up my iron dagger. O, tell not me of fear! She hath, and in that sparing makes huge waste. Either thou, or I, or both, must go with him. What's in a name? fie, you slug-a-bed! He'll fright you up, i' faith. By whose direction found'st thou out this place? What sadness lengthens Romeo's hours? 'Tis more, 'tis more, his son is elder, sir; [To a Servingman] What lady is that, which doth. wherefore storm you so? Come, bitter conduct, come, unsavoury guide! Here's Romeo's man; we found him in the churchyard. And learn me how to lose a winning match. Romeo, doff thy name, And for that name which is no part of thee. All night for lesser cause, and ne'er been sick. doth she not count her blest. O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees. For I am proverb'd with a grandsire phrase; The game was ne'er so fair, and I am done. can you love the gentleman? So stakes me to the ground I cannot move. Honest nurse, farewell. how sweet is love itself possess'd. What storm is this that blows so contrary? Displant a town, reverse a prince's doom. Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear! Lies my consent and fair according voice. Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self. friends, part!' Profaners of this neighbour-stained steel,--. ah sir! To blaze your marriage, reconcile your friends, Beg pardon of the prince, and call thee back, With twenty hundred thousand times more joy. O that deceit should dwell. Spakest thou of Juliet? In dear employment: therefore hence, be gone: By heaven, I will tear thee joint by joint. Come, madam, let's away. comfort me, counsel me. Must climb a bird's nest soon when it is dark: I am the drudge and toil in your delight. my life is my foe's debt. Wilt thou provoke me? whence come you? To call hers exquisite, in question more: These happy masks that kiss fair ladies' brows. The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love. Whose names are written there, and to them say. For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night. Go, get thee to thy love, as was decreed. what, ladybird! O happy dagger! Give me my long sword, ho! Free. Where should she be? In man as well as herbs, grace and rude will; Full soon the canker death eats up that plant. Act 4, Scene 5. do you like this haste? As maids call medlars, when they laugh alone. Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades, Of healths five-fathom deep; and then anon. With tender Juliet match'd, is now not fair. Who else? Hark, how they knock! In bed asleep, while they do dream things true. O my love! This same should be the voice of Friar John. why, bride! Thy drugs are quick. Doth not. Torments him so, that he will sure run mad. 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. Light to my chamber, ho! Where the infectious pestilence did reign. Romeo does drag him into the tomb because he doesn't want anyone to notice the body. O fortune, fortune! For shame! Need and oppression starveth in thine eyes. To move the heavens to smile upon my state. Or in my cell there would she kill herself. out; what she bade me say, I will keep to myself: but first let me tell ye, if ye should lead her into, a fool's paradise, as they say, it were a very gross, kind of behavior, as they say: for the gentlewoman, is young; and, therefore, if you should deal double, with her, truly it were an ill thing to be offered. Could we but learn from whence his sorrows grow. Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye. The dashing rocks thy sea-sick weary bark! 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. the second cock hath crow'd. I beseech thee, youth. Signior, Romeo, bon jour! then I'll be brief. Where's Romeo's man? Thou wilt fall backward when thou comest to age; Wilt thou not, Jule?' Friar Laurence is surprised by this news although he tries not to show it. • Down with the Capulets! By love, who first did prompt me to inquire; As that vast shore wash'd with the farthest sea. Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck. 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. And therefore thou mayst think my 'havior light: But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true. 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. If love be rough with you, be rough with love; Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down. why, lady! There on the ground, with his own tears made drunk. doth she not give us thanks? And fear'st to die? heart is full of woe:' O, play me some merry dump. Peace, ho, for shame! Here's such a coil! Come hither, nurse. At the chapel, Paris speaks to Friar Laurence about his impending wedding to Juliet.Aware of the complications that will arise from this new match, the Friar is full of misgivings. Seal'd up the doors, and would not let us forth; So that my speed to Mantua there was stay'd. O, now be gone; more light and light it grows. Soft! what of that? He shall not make me there a joyful bride. Stand up; Who knocks so hard? Poison hath residence and medicine power: For this, being smelt, with that part cheers each part; Being tasted, slays all senses with the heart. Completing the CAPTCHA proves you are a human and gives you temporary access to the web property. If I may trust the flattering truth of sleep. I'll go and chat with Paris: hie, make haste. Sweet Montague, be true. you have found him than he was when you sought him: I am the youngest of that name, for fault of a worse. This day's black fate on more days doth depend; This but begins the woe, others must end. O life! And there die strangled ere my Romeo comes? what a jaunt have I had! And shrieks like mandrakes' torn out of the earth, That living mortals, hearing them, run mad:--. And gladly shunn'd who gladly fled from me. Romeo and Juliet: Plot Summary (Acts 3, 4 and 5) Act 3, Scene 1 Act 3 opens with Mercutio and Benvolio walking as usual around the town. I should have been more strange, I must confess. Of death, contagion, and unnatural sleep: Hath thwarted our intents. Herself poised with herself in either eye: But in that crystal scales let there be weigh'd. Vile earth, to earth resign; end motion here; That ever I should live to see thee dead! Act 1, Scene 2: A street. out, you baggage! We must talk in secret:--nurse, come back again; I have remember'd me, thou's hear our counsel. Affection makes him false; he speaks not true: Some twenty of them fought in this black strife. And then, I hope, thou wilt be satisfied. I. She hath not seen the change of fourteen years. I dreamt my lady came and found me dead--, Strange dream, that gives a dead man leave. ways, wench; serve God. On this fair corse; and, as the custom is. To enter in the thoughts of desperate men! thy wits than, I am sure, I have in my whole five: Thou wast never with me for any thing when thou wast. With purple fountains issuing from your veins, On pain of torture, from those bloody hands. Since you did leave it for my office, sir. 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. All in gore-blood; I swounded at the sight. drunk all, and left no friendly drop. Good thou, save, me a piece of marchpane; and, as thou lovest me, let. And, in this rage, with some great kinsman's bone. brisk awhile, and the longer liver take all. Yea, is the worst well? tell me, that I may sack. Ah, that same pale hard-hearted wench, that Rosaline. what's your will? Your part in her you could not keep from death. I think it best you married with the county. It is 'music with her silver sound,'. What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend. But, as it seems, did violence on herself. Hence will I to my ghostly father's cell. I'll look to like, if looking liking move: Than your consent gives strength to make it fly. To move is to stir; and to be valiant is to stand: therefore, if thou art moved, thou runn'st away. Come, civil night. What, rouse thee, man! We'll keep no great ado,--a friend or two; For, hark you, Tybalt being slain so late. young men's love then lies. Follow me close, for I will speak to them. My lord, I would that Thursday were to-morrow. O child! Where is my page? Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake. 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. Come hither, man. and foot it, girls. Go, villain, fetch a surgeon. O, let us hence; I stand on sudden haste. To see, now, how a jest shall come about! Juliet wills it so. Then, dreadful trumpet, sound the general doom! Here were the servants of your adversary. During this scene, Juliet's decision to just accept the Friar's potion demonstrates her commitment to defying her father's rule, asserting her independence, and accepting her resolution to die so as to be with Romeo. 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. Where the devil should this Romeo be? Romeo and Juliet. Give me those flowers. The excuse that thou dost make in this delay. We will have vengeance for it, fear thou not: Then weep no more. Hence-banished is banish'd from the world. But one, poor one, one poor and loving child. O me! And thou must stand by. is worn, the jest may remain after the wearing sole singular. (Nurse; Juliet; Lady Capulet; Capulet; Friar Lawrence; County Paris; First Musician; Second Musician; Third Musician; Peter) The Nurse cheerfully attempts to wake Juliet, only to find her lying dead on the bed. what a head have I! She's dead, deceased, she's dead; alack the day! No, no: this shall forbid it: lie thou there. Had part in this fair maid; now heaven hath all. The Capulet household has been alive throughout … To fetch a ladder, by the which your love. Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks. And therefore hath the wind-swift Cupid wings. That may convey my greetings, love, to thee. eye but such an eye would spy out such a quarrel? Here comes your father; tell him so yourself. let me see her: out, alas! Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues. O, now I would they had changed voices too! And she shall scant show well that now shows best. Romeo, come forth; come forth, thou fearful man: Father, what news? Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's ensign yet. Romeo, will you come to your father's? O, their. Or, if his mind be writ, give me his letter. my soul, and not my child! Therefore farewell; I see thou know'st me not. Show a fair presence and put off these frowns. Where is my father, and my mother, nurse? Such as would please: 'tis gone, 'tis gone, 'tis gone: You are welcome, gentlemen! But now I'll tell thee joyful tidings, girl. disobedient wretch! See, what a scourge is laid upon your hate. As that the villain lives which slaughter'd him. Loading... Save for later. Now do you know the reason of this haste. sweet-heart! Ah, what an unkind hour, I hear some noise. Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof! Find thou the means, and I'll find such a man. Jacks; and if I cannot, I'll find those that shall. And in this state she gallops night by night. my wife! Give me that mattock and the wrenching iron. I am none of his flirt-gills; I am, none of his skains-mates. See, where he comes: so please you, step aside; I'll know his grievance, or be much denied. Then mightst thou speak, then mightst thou tear thy hair. Musicians, O, musicians, 'Heart's ease, Heart's, ease:' O, an you will have me live, play 'Heart's ease. Her whip of cricket's bone, the lash of film. Without that title. Here is a friar, that trembles, sighs and weeps: We took this mattock and this spade from him. Come, we burn daylight, ho! For 'twas your heaven she should be advanced: Above the clouds, as high as heaven itself? and by the operation of the second cup draws. Ha! What, Juliet! Well, do not swear: although I joy in thee. There she lies. Enough of this; I pray thee, hold thy peace. Till the prince came, who parted either part. what can he say in this? The sun not yet thy sighs from heaven clears. Could draw to part them, was stout Tybalt slain. let's talk; it is not day. Is she not proud? Death, lie thou there, by a dead man interr'd. Take our good meaning, for our judgment sits. Tybalt, the reason that I have to love thee. Thank me no thankings, nor, proud me no prouds. Ah, word ill urged to one that is so ill! Did you ne'er hear say. Well, thou hast comforted me marvellous much. Thou and my bosom henceforth shall be twain. When the Nurse comes to wake Juliet up in the morning, she discovers the girl dead. 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. A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life; Do with their death bury their parents' strife. muffle me, night, awhile. And turn'd that black word death to banishment: This is dear mercy, and thou seest it not. It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden; Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be. And, to sink in it, should you burden love; Too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn. take me with you, take me with you, wife. Hold; get you gone, be strong and prosperous, In this resolve: I'll send a friar with speed. 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! At that moment, Juliet walks in and asks if she can speak to Friar Laurence. Gentlemen, good den: a word with one of you. Romeo and Juliet Act 5 Scene 3 (Final Scene) Lyrics. Scene 1; Scene 2; Scene 3; Scene 4; Scene 5; Act 5. and strength shall help afford. I pray thee, leave me to my self to-night. God forbid! Draw thy tool! Nurse! To be a virtuous and well-govern'd youth: I would not for the wealth of all the town. Nurse, where's my daughter? The collars of the moonshine's watery beams. such a case as mine a man may strain courtesy. In faith, I will. Than the death-darting eye of cockatrice: Or those eyes shut, that make thee answer 'I.'. Give me my Romeo; and, when he shall die. What, not a word? And, in despite, I'll cram thee with more food! Lady, come from that nest. Hunting thee hence with hunt's-up to the day. Well, in that hit you miss: she'll not be hit. down with the Montagues! Why, is not this a lamentable thing, grandsire, that we should be thus afflicted with, these strange flies, these fashion-mongers, these. I pray thee, chide not; she whom I love now. So worthy a gentleman to be her bridegroom? Where be these enemies? 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? Out, you green-sickness carrion! hence to wait; I beseech you, follow straight. your pate. The ship, sir, the slip; can you not conceive? And wish his mistress were that kind of fruit. Thou desirest me to stop in my tale against the hair. And lead you even to death: meantime forbear, Yet most suspected, as the time and place. [Within] Ho, daughter! Well, he may chance to do some good on her: See where she comes from shrift with merry look. come, musicians, play. What, lamb! Actually understand Romeo and Juliet Act 4, Scene 5. Spread thy close curtain, love-performing night. Love give me strength! What, have you dined at home? What I have spoke: but farewell compliment! For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch. 'Proud,' and 'I thank you,' and 'I thank you not;'. Is now the two hours' traffic of our stage; The which if you with patient ears attend. My blood for your rude brawls doth lie a-bleeding; But I'll amerce you with so strong a fine. My house and welcome on their pleasure stay. This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath. The measure done, I'll watch her place of stand. May do much danger. That is no slander, sir, which is a truth; Thy face is mine, and thou hast slander'd it. Benvolio. Is it e'en so? Things for the cook, sir; but I know not what. Well, girl, thou weep'st not so much for his death. O, pale! JULIET That may be, sir, when I may be a wife. beat them down! Thou wast the prettiest babe that e'er I nursed: An I might live to see thee married once. That westward rooteth from the city's side, Towards him I made, but he was ware of me. The curfew-bell hath rung, 'tis three o'clock: Get you to bed; faith, You'll be sick to-morrow, No, not a whit: what! For, by my soul, I'll ne'er acknowledge thee. And stay, good nurse, behind the abbey wall: Within this hour my man shall be with thee. Wilt thou be gone? To hear him named, and cannot come to him. Act 1, Scene 3: A room in Capulet's house. So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows. Thou wilt fall backward when thou hast more wit; Wilt thou not, Jule?' If you are on a personal connection, like at home, you can run an anti-virus scan on your device to make sure it is not infected with malware. Came he not home to-night? Will you speak well of him that kill'd your cousin? to the goose, proves thee far and wide a broad goose. print/save view : Previous scene: Play menu: Next scene Act II, Scene 4. Take thou that: Live, and be prosperous: and farewell, good fellow. it is not yet near day: It was the nightingale, and not the lark. 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. A public place. Dost thou not bring me letters from the friar? Come between us, good Benvolio; my wits faint. The ground is bloody; search about the churchyard: Go, some of you, whoe'er you find attach. Thou villain Capulet,--Hold me not, let me go. Straining harsh discords and unpleasing sharps. And hire post-horses; I will hence to-night. He jests at scars that never felt a wound. Thus then in brief: The valiant Paris seeks you for his love. He knows that Juliet will be upset since he already married her to Romeo, so she is not going to want to marry Paris. And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats. Shall give him such an unaccustom'd dram. That he should hither come as this dire night. Friar Laurence, the shady dog, says that she’s gone to a better place. make haste, lest mine be about your. By one that I'll procure to come to thee. 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. That in gold clasps locks in the golden story; So shall you share all that he doth possess. A lesson focusing on the discovery of Juliet after she takes the potion. why 'music with her silver. But thou slew'st Tybalt; there are thou happy too: The law that threaten'd death becomes thy friend. Preview … and, swifter than. thou dost not mark me. 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