The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars, As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven Would through the airy region stream so bright That birds would sing and think it were not night. He wrote this in the Elizabethan period when Queen Elizabeth I ruled England but the exact date is unknown. In the mean time, against thou shalt awake, Shall Romeo by my letters know our drift, And hither shall he come: and he and I Will watch thy waking, and that very night Shall Romeo bear thee hence to Mantua. O nurse, how shall this be prevented? O nature, what hadst thou to do in hell, When thou didst bower the spirit of a fiend In moral paradise of such sweet flesh? Oh, that I were a glove upon that hand That I might touch that cheek! For example Romeo and Juliet was a play written about the love between two people. I would do anything for my Juliet, she meant the world to me, and she was my daughter. This love feel I, that feel no love in this. Then, since the case so stands as now it doth, I think it best you married with the county.
My dismal scene I needs must act alone. There will be bones hundreds of years old in that tomb, my ancestors' bones. I think you are happy in this second match,? Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health! Oh, to be with Juliet now in the church and stay, I will do, to keep her alive. Since birth, and heaven, and earth, all three do meet In thee at once; which thou at once wouldst lose. Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is! Be sure to check out their masterful enactment of the. The clock struck nine when I did send the Nurse.
All he wanted was love, and he had found it with Juliet. In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond, And therefore thou mayst think my 'havior light: But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true Than those that have more cunning to be strange. Oh, to be with Juliet now in the church and stay, I will do, to keep her alive. Jesu Maria, what a deal of brine Hath wash'd thy sallow cheeks for Rosaline! A' was a merry man. Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Having some business, do entreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres till they return.
The lord must have willed this to happen because why else would he ever let such an act occur? See how she leans her cheek upon her hand! I am too bold; 'tis not to me she speaks. I must talk with Lord Capulet and Lord Montague and talk some sense into them both. Hood my unmanned blood bating in my cheeks, With thy black mantle, till strange love, grow bold, Think true love acted simple modesty. Friar - I will be brief, for my short date of breath Is not so long as is a tedious tale. Unseemly woman is a seeming man! There are, however, technical differences.
And, as he fell, did Romeo turn and fly. This is that very Mab That plats the manes of horses in the night, And bakes the elflocks in foul sluttish hairs, Which once untangled, much misfortune bodes: This is the hag, when maids lie on their backs, That presses them and learns them first to bear, Making them women of good carriage: This is she— Mercutio - Mercutio. Romeo was such a troubled boy. O, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek! Juliet - The clock struck nine when I did send the nurse; In half an hour she promised to return. Were of an age: well, Susan is with God; She was too good for me: but, as I said, On Lammas-eve at night shall she be fourteen; That shall she, marry; I remember it well. I must talk with Lord Capulet and Lord Montague and talk some sense into them both. I understand why Mercuric is dead but Table has always been such an angry man, I have always known this.
It was seen to be inappropriate for a lady to act, therefore male actors were used instead and had to play the parts of women as well as men. But I had thought that maybe if might end the feud, bring peace to Verona, but all it had done is bring sadness and sorrow. I am an honorable man who sells herbs and medicines to the people of Verona. Why, then, O brawling love! I kept on looking after Juliet because I still needed to look after myself and because Juliet became like a daughter to me. The lord must have willed this to happen because why else would he ever let such an act occur? Come, let me clutch thee! O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! The romance is beset by intrigue and tragedy. Come, civil night, Thou sober-suited matron, all in black, And learn me how to lose a winning match Played for a pair of stainless maidenhoods. In the end, Juliet calms herself by saying the friar is a holy man and wouldn't trick her.
Alack, alack, is it not like that I, So early waking, what with loathsome smells, And shrieks like mandrakes' torn out of the earth, That living mortals, hearing them, run mad:. God join'd my heart and Romeo's, thou our hands; And ere this hand, by thee to Romeo seal'd, Shall be the label to another deed, Or my true heart with treacherous revolt Turn to another, this shall slay them both: Therefore, out of thy long-experienced time, Give me some present counsel, or, behold, 'Twixt my extremes and me this bloody knife Shall play the umpire, arbitrating that Which the commission of thy years and art Could to no issue of true honour bring. Shall I not then be stifled in the vault, To whose foul mouth no healthsome air breathes in, And there die strangled ere my Romeo comes? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Romeo from the Montague and Juliet from the Capulets both fall in love, but this love creates even more chaos for both families. There has been enough blood spilled here to last a lifetime. The subject of soliloquy in Romeo and Juliet is an intense area of scholarly research, intense debate, and erudite prognostication.
Here, here will I remain With worms that are thy chambermaids. Hast thou met with him? The pox of such antic, lisping, affecting fantasticoes; these new tuners of accents! Unfortunately she passed away and is with God now, my little Susan was too good for me. O that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek! My sleeping potion will not be the cause of their deaths, their families are to blame. Fortune forbid my outside have not charmed her. . Shall I be married then to-morrow morning? What if her eyes were there, they in her head? I am an honorable man who sells herbs and medicines to the people of Verona.
A letter of such importance must not slip into the wrong hands, or not even reach him at all. She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the fore-finger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep; Her wagon-spokes made of long spiders' legs, The cover of the wings of grasshoppers, The traces of the smallest spider's web, The collars of the moonshine's watery beams, Her whip of cricket's bone, the lash of film, Her wagoner a small grey-coated gnat, Not so big as a round little worm Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid; Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub, Time out o' mind the fairies' coachmakers. Others believe that he's a hormone-ravaged, short-sighted twirp who kills himself four days after meeting a pretty girl. Hadst thou no poison mix'd, no sharp-ground knife, No sudden mean of death, though ne'er so mean, But 'banished' to kill me?. Shall I be married then to-morrow morning? O, if I wake, shall I not be distraught, Environed with all these hideous fears? Had she affections and warm youthful blood, She would be as swift in motion as a ball.
This precious book of love, this unbound lover, To beautify him, only lacks a cover: The fish lives in the sea, and 'tis much pride For fair without the fair within to hide: That book in many's eyes doth share the glory, That in gold clasps locks in the golden story; So shall you share all that he doth possess, By having him, making yourself no less. See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand! Unseemly woman is a seeming man! And this shall free thee from this present shame; If no inconstant toy, nor womanish fear, Abate thy valour in the acting it. All this I know; and to the marriage Her nurse is privy: and, if aught in this Miscarried by my fault, let my old life Be sacrificed, some hour before his time, Unto the rigour of severest law. It is my lady; O, it is my love! Hood my unmanned blood bating in my cheeks, With thy black mantle, till strange love, grow bold, Think true love acted simple modesty. But old folks, many feign as they were dead, Unwieldy, slow, heavy, and pale as lead. She came to me with a plan to fake her death and get out of the city to be with Romeo. Although we are not bound by blood, I care for Juliet as if she was my own; I know that Juliet thinks of me as her mother at least more that Lady Capulet.