Romeo and Juliet
When did Shakespeare write Romeo and Juliet?
1594-1596
"God's bread! it makes me mad! Day, night, work, play, Alone, in company, still my care hath been To have her match'd: and having now provided A gentleman of noble parentage, Of fair demesnes, youthful and nobly lign'd, Stuff'd, as they say, with honourable parts, Proportion'd as one's thought would wish a man, And then to have a wretched puling fool, A whining mammet, in her fortune's tender, To answer 'I'll not wed; I cannot love; I am too young, I pray you pardon me.' But and you will not wed, I'll pardon you: Graze where you will you shall not house with me. Look to't, think on't, I do not use to jest. Thursday is near; lay hand on heart, advise: And you be mine, I'll give you to my friend; And you be not, hang, beg, starve, die in the streets, For by my soul, I'll ne'er acknowledge thee, Nor what is mine shall never do thee good: Trust to't, bethink you, I'll not be forsworn."
Capulet
"Is there no pity sitting in the clouds That sees into the bottom of my grief? O sweet my mother, cast me not away! Delay this marriage for a month, a week, Or if you do not, make the bridal bed In that dim monument where Tybalt lies."
Juliet
"O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name; Or if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, And I'll no longer be a Capulet."
Juliet
"But come, young waverer, come go with me, In one respect I'll thy assistant be For this alliance may so happy prove To turn your households' rancour to pure love."
Friar Lawrence
"So smile the heavens upon this holy act, That after-hours with sorrow chide us not."
Friar Lawrence
"These violent delights have violent ends And in their triumph die, like fire and powder, Which as they kiss consume. The sweetest honey Is loathsome in his own deliciousness, And in the taste confounds the appetite. Therefore love moderately, long love doth so; Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow."
Friar Lawrence
"If all else fail, myself have power to die."
Juliet
"Shall I speak ill of him that is my husband? Ah, poor my lord, what tongue shall smooth thy name, When I, thy three-hours wife, have mangl'd it? But wherefore, villain, didst thou kill my cousin? That villain cousin would have kill'd my husband. Back, foolish tears, back to your native spring, Your tributary drops belong to woe, Which you mistaking offer up to joy. My husband lives that Tybalt would have slain, And Tybalt's dead that would have slain my husband: All this is comfort, wherefore weep I then? Some word there was, worser than Tybalt's death, That murder'd me; I would forget it fain, But O, it presses to my memory, Like damned guilty deeds to sinners' minds: 'Tybalt is dead, and Romeo banished.' That 'banished,' that one word 'banished,' Hath slain ten thousand Tybalts. Tybalt's death Was woe enough, if it had ended there; Or, if sour woe delights in fellowship, And needly will be rank'd with other griefs, Why follow'd not, when she said 'Tybalt's dead', 'Thy father' or 'thy mother', nay, or both, Which modern lamentations might have mov'd? But with a rear-ward following Tybalt's death, 'Romeo is banished': to speak that word, Is father, mother, Tybalt, Romeo, Juliet, All slain, all dead. 'Romeo is banished!' There is no end, no limit, measure, bound, In that word's death; no words can that woe sound."
Juliet
"Some comfort, Nurse."
Juliet
"`Tis but thy name that is my enemy; Thou art thyself, though not a Montague. What's Montague? It is nor hand nor foot, Nor any arm nor face, nor any other part Belonging to a man. O be some other name! What's in a name? That which we call a rose By any other word would smell as sweet; So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd, Retain that dear perfection which he owes Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name, And for thy name, which is no part of thee, Take all myself."
Juliet
It is an honour that I dream not of.
Juliet
"You are too hot."
Lady Capulet
"Faith, here it is: Romeo is banish'd, and all the world to nothing, That he dares ne'er come back to challenge you; Or if he do, it needs must be by stealth. Then, since the case so stands as now it doth, I think it best you married with the County. O, he's a lovely gentleman! Romeo's a dishclout to him. An eagle, madam, Hath not so green, so quick, so fair an eye As Paris hath. Beshrew my very heart, I think you are happy in this second match, For it excels your first, or if it did not, Your first is dead, or 'twere as good he were As living here and you no use of him."
Nurse
"Then hie you hence to Friar Lawrence' cell, There stays a husband to make you a wife. Now comes the wanton blood up in your cheeks, They'll be in scarlet straight at any news. Hie you to church; I must another way, To fetch a ladder, by the which your love Must climb a bird's nest soon when it is dark: I am the drudge and toil in your delight, But you shall bear the burden soon at night. Go, I'll to dinner, hie you to the cell."
Nurse
"And for that offence Immediately we do exile him hence. I have an interest in your hearts' proceeding: My blood for your rude brawls doth lie a-bleeding; But I'll amerce you with so strong a fine That you shall all repent the loss of mine. I will be deaf to pleading and excuses; Nor tears nor prayers shall purchase out abuses: Therefore use none. Let Romeo hence in haste, Else, when he's found, that hour is his last. Bear hence this body, and attend our will: Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill."
Prince Escales
"Amen, amen! but come what sorrow can, It cannot countervail the exchange of joy That one short minute gives me in her sight: Do thou but close our hands with holy words, Then love-devouring Death do what he dare, It is enough I may but call her mine."
Romeo
"Bid her devise Some means to come to shrift this afternoon, And there she shall at Friar Lawrence' cell Be shriv'd and married. Here is for thy pains."
Romeo
"He jests at scars that never felt a wound. But soft, what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon."
Romeo
"Then plainly know, my heart's dear love is set On the fair daughter of rich Capulet; As mine on hers, so hers is set on mine, And all combin'd, save what thou must combine By holy marriage. When and where and how We met, we woo'd, and made exchange of vow, I'll tell thee as we pass, but this I pray, That thou consent to marry us today."
Romeo
"This gentleman, the prince's near ally, My very friend, hath got his mortal hurt In my behalf; my reputation stain'd With Tybalt's slander,—Tybalt, that an hour Hath been my cousin! O sweet Juliet, Thy beauty hath made me effeminate And in my temper soften'd valour's steel!"
Romeo
She Hath, and in the sparing makes huge waste; for beauty starv'd with her serenity Cuts beauty off from all posterity. She is too fair, too wise, wisely too fair, To merit bliss by making me despair. She hath forsworn to love, and in that vow Do I live dead, that live to tell it now.
Romeo
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