Within three hours will fair Juliet wake: Poor living corse, closed in a dead man's tomb! Men's eyes were made to look, and let them gaze; I will not budge for no man's pleasure, I. Complete online study guide to Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet. Anon, good nurse! We will have vengeance for it, fear thou not: Then weep no more. the second cock hath crow'd. Of death, contagion, and unnatural sleep: Hath thwarted our intents. 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. what, ladybird! Hast thou no letters to me from the friar? Belonging to a man. what news? Give me my Romeo; and, when he shall die. I hear some noise within; dear love, adieu! Now, by Saint Peter's Church and Peter too. The tears have got small victory by that; For it was bad enough before their spite. Where all the kindred of the Capulets lie. I will, and know her mind early to-morrow; To-night she is mew'd up to her heaviness. Paris scatters flowers on Juliet’s grave and hears someone approaching. Three words, dear Romeo, and good night indeed. On Thursday, sir? say thou but 'I,', And that bare vowel 'I' shall poison more. Go thy. Seal up the mouth of outrage for a while. give room! the punto reverso! that runs lolling up and down to hide his bauble in a hole. Pray you, put up your dagger, and put out your wit. Fetch me my rapier, boy. Sweet flower, with flowers thy bridal bed I strew,--. Death, that hath ta'en her hence to make me wail. No better term than this,--thou art a villain. beat them down! What, goodman boy! Which once untangled, much misfortune bodes: This is the hag, when maids lie on their backs. Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged. and foot it, girls. What, shall this speech be spoke for our excuse? Her wagon-spokes made of long spiders' legs. He fights as, you sing prick-song, keeps time, distance, and, proportion; rests me his minim rest, one, two, and, the third in your bosom: the very butcher of a silk, button, a duellist, a duellist; a gentleman of the. Be fickle, fortune; For then, I hope, thou wilt not keep him long. Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops. O, pale! For such a wish! Use it to understand the plot, characters, and themes. My dear-loved cousin, and my dearer lord? God join'd my heart and Romeo's, thou our hands; And ere this hand, by thee to Romeo seal'd. She, I'll swear, hath corns; am I come near ye now? 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. For fair without the fair within to hide: That book in many's eyes doth share the glory. 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. What less than dooms-day is the prince's doom? Ah me! This is a short summary of Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare. And therefore hath the wind-swift Cupid wings. Then will I lay the serving-creature's dagger on. And learn me how to lose a winning match. Consort! Too early seen unknown, and known too late! 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. The sun not yet thy sighs from heaven clears. Revive, look up, or I will die with thee! Love goes toward love, as schoolboys from. To see it tetchy and fall out with the dug! Juliet! Were thinly scatter'd, to make up a show. what a jaunt have I had! I will dry-beat you, with an iron wit, and put up my iron dagger. And quench the fire, the room is grown too hot. Came more and more and fought on part and part. What, drawn, and talk of peace! Sweet, good night! Here's one, a friend, and one that knows you well. person hath here writ. We shall be much unfurnished for this time. Where and what time thou wilt perform the rite; And follow thee my lord throughout the world. What with a torch! What, ho! And yet 'not proud,' mistress minion, you. I pray you, tell my lord and father, madam. 'Tis since the earthquake now eleven years; And she was wean'd,--I never shall forget it,--. Let me see the county; Ay, marry, go, I say, and fetch him hither. Will now deny to dance? To hear true shrift. love's heralds should be thoughts. To see, now, how a jest shall come about! With piercing steel at bold Mercutio's breast. And breathed such life with kisses in my lips. Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized; What man art thou that thus bescreen'd in night. And if he hear thee, thou wilt anger him. Not I, believe me: you have dancing shoes. God forgive me. 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. Five times in that ere once in our five wits. So worthy a gentleman to be her bridegroom? Who set this ancient quarrel new abroach? Not Romeo, prince, he was Mercutio's friend; His fault concludes but what the law should end. 9/10/2015 0 Comments I think that Shakespeare starts with a spoiler for two reasons. Nurse! Though news be sad, yet tell them merrily; If good, thou shamest the music of sweet news. What fear is this which startles in our ears? very well took, i' faith; if you be he, sir, I desire some confidence with. And find delight writ there with beauty's pen; And what obscured in this fair volume lies. What should it be, that they so shriek abroad? Either my eyesight fails, or thou look'st pale. 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. Nay, if thy wits run the wild-goose chase, I have, done, for thou hast more of the wild-goose in one of. heart is full of woe:' O, play me some merry dump. Here comes your father; tell him so yourself. And but one word with one of us? Stand not amazed: the prince will doom thee death. It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night. Profaners of this neighbour-stained steel,--. My leisure serves me, pensive daughter, now. O fortune, fortune! Since you did leave it for my office, sir. This is my daughter's jointure, for no more. forswear it, sight! Prince, as thou art true. there's a French salutation, to your French slop. Should, without eyes, see pathways to his will! The day to cheer and night's dank dew to dry. O me! Therefore love moderately; long love doth so; Will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint: Romeo shall thank thee, daughter, for us both. He heareth not, he stirreth not, he moveth not; I conjure thee by Rosaline's bright eyes. Take our good meaning, for our judgment sits. 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. Welcome to my web site, now under development for more than twenty years. why. And may not wear them. Time out o' mind the fairies' coachmakers. Turn back, dull earth, and find thy centre out. By her high forehead and her scarlet lip, By her fine foot, straight leg and quivering thigh. a braggart, a, rogue, a villain, that fights by the book of, arithmetic! I will frown as I pass by, and let them take it as. Came I to take her from her kindred's vault; But when I came, some minute ere the time. Call Peter, he will show thee where they are. A plague o' both your houses! Out, you green-sickness carrion! Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take. Well, think of marriage now; younger than you. Turn to another, this shall slay them both: Therefore, out of thy long-experienced time. couple it with, You shall find me apt enough to that, sir, an you. Could you not take some occasion without giving? I dreamt my lady came and found me dead--, Strange dream, that gives a dead man leave. O that deceit should dwell. O, here comes my nurse, And she brings news; and every tongue that speaks. Come, he hath hid himself among these trees. why, bride! This dagger hath mista'en--for, lo, his house. Which too untimely here did scorn the earth. When but love's shadows are so rich in joy! Now, afore God! If what thou speak'st speak not of remedy. And I will take thy word: yet if thou swear'st, Thou mayst prove false; at lovers' perjuries. why call you for a sword? Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. down with the Montagues! I will not fail: 'tis twenty years till then. This is a good thing because if someone ever gets lost they could just refer back the beginning. Since birth, and heaven, and earth, all three do meet. To go with Paris to Saint Peter's Church. That is, because the traitor murderer lives. As that the villain lives which slaughter'd him. mocker! A crutch, a crutch! Go, villain, fetch a surgeon. For whose dear sake thou wast but lately dead; There art thou happy: Tybalt would kill thee. Give me some present counsel, or, behold, 'Twixt my extremes and me this bloody knife, Which the commission of thy years and art. Come, gentle night, come, loving, black-brow'd night. O, now I would they had changed voices too! Which modern lamentations might have moved? Here is a friar, and slaughter'd Romeo's man; O heavens! very first house, of the first and second cause: ah, the immortal passado! Thy purpose marriage, send me word to-morrow. That calls our person from our morning's rest? Being spoke behind your back, than to your face. I know thou wilt say 'Ay,'. Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch; marry, 'tis enough. Just because the parents fight it … [Within] Ho, daughter! Arise; one knocks; good Romeo, hide thyself. Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof! Let us take the law of our sides; let them begin. Romeo! And, on my lie, hath stol'n him home to bed. And make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine. Give me that mattock and the wrenching iron. thou wilt quarrel with a man that hath a hair more, or a hair less, in his beard, than thou hast: thou, wilt quarrel with a man for cracking nuts, having no, other reason but because thou hast hazel eyes: what. But, wherefore, villain, didst thou kill my cousin? Is longer than the tale thou dost excuse. let's talk; it is not day. 'Tis but the pale reflex of Cynthia's brow; Nor that is not the lark, whose notes do beat. Who's there? She wakes; and I entreated her come forth. Come, is the bride ready to go to church? Eventually Mercutio begins mocking Romeo and the pair give up and leave. Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks. he's gone, he's kill'd, he's dead! Nay, as they dare. The friar will send Romeo word to be at her family tomb when she awakes. For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch. Lies festering in his shroud; where, as they say, At some hours in the night spirits resort;--. In penalty alike; and 'tis not hard, I think. Yea, is the worst well? hold your tongue. Keep in mind that Romeo, until this point, has merely been addressing a light in a window. A brief prologue in the form of a sonnet tells us that we’re about to spend two hours watching a “star-crossed” love story that ends in death, but also reconciliation between the two conflicting houses to which the lovers belonged. Go before, nurse: commend me to thy lady; O Lord, I could have stay'd here all the night. And there die strangled ere my Romeo comes? What hast thou there? Alack, alack, that heaven should practise stratagems. The central challenge of this couple’s love affair isn’t the usual fare of Shakespeare’s works – e.g. And Juliet bleeding, warm, and newly dead. Mercutio tries to draw him out using Rosaline’s name, but the two are unsuccessful and decide to call it quits. Is death mis-term'd: calling death banishment. It is, written, that the shoemaker should meddle with his, yard, and the tailor with his last, the fisher with, his pencil, and the painter with his nets; but I am, sent to find those persons whose names are here, writ, and can never find what names the writing. I pray thee, leave me to my self to-night. To the dead bodies: I will apprehend him. Good prudence; smatter with your gossips, go. Doth make against me of this direful murder; And here I stand, both to impeach and purge. Here's much to do with hate, but more with love. what can he say in this? Here is for thy pains. as I discern. I aim'd so near, when I supposed you loved. Speak briefly, can you like of Paris' love? I am none of his flirt-gills; I am, none of his skains-mates. Hence-banished is banish'd from the world. to the goose, proves thee far and wide a broad goose. did Romeo's hand shed Tybalt's blood? So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd, Retain that dear perfection which he owes. Your looks are pale and wild, and do import. Give me my long sword, ho! And stay, good nurse, behind the abbey wall: Within this hour my man shall be with thee. And bring thee cords made like a tackled stair; Farewell; be trusty, and I'll quit thy pains: Now God in heaven bless thee! is worn, the jest may remain after the wearing sole singular. Susan and she--God rest all Christian souls!--. Ay, by my troth, the case may be amended. Ah. But He, that hath the steerage of my course, Where's Potpan, that he helps not to take away? This is not Romeo, he's some other where. hence to wait; I beseech you, follow straight. My lord, I'll tell my lady you will come. 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. I come, anon.--But if thou mean'st not well. Mass, and well said; a merry whoreson, ha! The exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine. Not I; unless the breath of heartsick groans. Yet nature's tears are reason's merriment. that is something stale and hoar ere it be spent. How oddly thou repliest! O' Thursday let it be: o' Thursday, tell her. Lady, come from that nest. That I shall say good night till it be morrow. Juliet wills it so. Good night, good night! Their parents are why they both committed suicide, they couldn't accept Romeo and Juliet's love because of their hate to each other is too strong. Once more, on pain of death, all men depart. And there an end. Then, dreadful trumpet, sound the general doom! [Within] Let me come in, and you shall know. I will bite my thumb at them; which is a disgrace to them, if they bear it. No, madam; we have cull'd such necessaries. Receive in either by this dear encounter. Hark you, sir. Speak, nephew, were you by when it began? Death, lie thou there, by a dead man interr'd. A new, exciting, multimedia approach to learning and teaching Shakespeare’s plays - Shakespeare In Bits brings The Bard’s most popular plays to life through magnificently animated re-enactment, full audio … is it my lady mother? And in my temper soften'd valour's steel! Or else depart; here all eyes gaze on us. Say 'better:' here comes one of my master's kinsmen. O, tell me, friar, tell me, Doth my name lodge? Is your man secret? answer to that; Say either, and I'll stay the circumstance: Well, you have made a simple choice; you know not, how to choose a man: Romeo! To call hers exquisite, in question more: These happy masks that kiss fair ladies' brows. 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. How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night. O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon. How stands your disposition to be married? 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? take the wall of any man or maid of Montague's. And then dreams he of smelling out a suit; And sometime comes she with a tithe-pig's tail. She is too fair, too wise, wisely too fair, She hath forsworn to love, and in that vow. Romeo is both surprised and besotted when young Juliet appears. We have a trifling foolish banquet towards. Did my heart love till now? what, dost thou make us minstrels? That plats the manes of horses in the night. Turn thee, Benvolio, look upon thy death. Thou and my bosom henceforth shall be twain. Turning his face to the dew-dropping south. Blind is his love, and best befits the dark. They have made worms' meat of me: I have it, With Tybalt's slander,--Tybalt, that an hour. Go hence; good night; and here stands all your state: Or by the break of day disguised from hence: Sojourn in Mantua; I'll find out your man. Because their breaths with sweetmeats tainted are: Sometime she gallops o'er a courtier's nose. To-morrow night look that thou lie alone; Let not thy nurse lie with thee in thy chamber: And this distilled liquor drink thou off; When presently through all thy veins shall run. O trespass sweetly urged! what, mistress! wherefore storm you so? Yon light is not day-light, I know it, I: Therefore stay yet; thou need'st not to be gone. Why the devil came you between us? 'Tis almost morning; I would have thee gone: Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves. May do much danger. Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much. And yet, to my teeth be it spoken, I have but four--. He jests at scars that never felt a wound. The County Paris, at Saint Peter's Church. Did you ne'er hear say. sweet-heart! Unless thou tell me how I may prevent it: If, in thy wisdom, thou canst give no help. Draw, if you be men. 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. 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! Vile earth, to earth resign; end motion here; That ever I should live to see thee dead! This trick may chance to scathe you, I know what: Well said, my hearts! 'Yea,' quoth he, 'dost thou fall upon thy face? And cruel death hath catch'd it from my sight! Summary of Romeo and Juliet . a very tall man! When I, thy three-hours wife, have mangled it? By one that I'll procure to come to thee. Than with that hand that cut thy youth in twain, Why art thou yet so fair? O, thou art deceived; I would have made it short: for I was come to the whole depth of my tale; and. Where I may read who pass'd that passing fair? Taking thy part, hath rush'd aside the law. He jests at scars that never felt a wound. SAMPSON Nay, as they dare. Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all. But let them measure us by what they will; We'll measure them a measure, and be gone. We'll keep no great ado,--a friend or two; For, hark you, Tybalt being slain so late. I'll say yon grey is not the morning's eye. Tybalt, Mercutio, the prince expressly hath. Tut, you saw her fair, none else being by. I shall forget, to have thee still stand there. Hang thee, young baggage! To move the heavens to smile upon my state. my life is my foe's debt. For more Shakespeare visit https://myshakespeare.com For more Romeo and Juliet visit https://myshakespeare.com/romeo-and-juliet To season love, that of it doth not taste! Spakest thou of Juliet? That murder'd my love's cousin, with which grief, And here is come to do some villanous shame. Dost thou love me? To say to me that thou art out of breath? Still blush, as thinking their own kisses sin; Flies may do this, but I from this must fly: And say'st thou yet that exile is not death? But, as it seems, did violence on herself. Here were the servants of your adversary. O Romeo, Romeo! A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life; Do with their death bury their parents' strife. This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath. They are all forth. My lord, I would that Thursday were to-morrow. A bump as big as a young cockerel's stone; 'Yea,' quoth my husband,'fall'st upon thy face? Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast, Which thou wilt propagate, to have it prest, With more of thine: this love that thou hast shown. shortly, for one would kill the other. But what say you to Thursday? Had she affections and warm youthful blood. She's dead, deceased, she's dead; alack the day! This is the point in the speech at which Juliet actually enters the scene. Eyes, look your last! the porter let in Susan Grindstone and Nell. With blood removed but little from her own? I say, he shall: go to; You'll not endure him! Such as would please: 'tis gone, 'tis gone, 'tis gone: You are welcome, gentlemen! Marry, sir, because silver hath a sweet sound. What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend. But Romeo's name speaks heavenly eloquence. If all else fail, myself have power to die. If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully: Or if thou think'st I am too quickly won. At the time, the words seemed archaic and the plot melodramatic making it more of a chore than an encounter with great literature. To grubs and eyeless skulls? Gentlemen, good den: a word with one of you. Transparent heretics, be burnt for liars! That villain cousin would have kill'd my husband: Back, foolish tears, back to your native spring; 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? Adieu, adieu! Stuck as I am in my family’s house, I have to be quiet. Where that same banish'd runagate doth live. Some consequence yet hanging in the stars, With this night's revels and expire the term. Here comes the furious Tybalt back again. Holy Saint Francis, what a change is here! Well, sir; my mistress is the sweetest lady--Lord, Lord! 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. ROMEO [To JULIET] If I profane with my unworthiest hand This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this: My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss. confusion's cure lives not. I think you are happy in this second match. After another introduction from the chorus, informing us that Romeo and Juliet have officially fallen in love, Romeo steps onstage to inform us that he finds himself unable to leave the Capulets’ because he’s so drawn to Juliet. And therefore thou mayst think my 'havior light: But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true. Thou wilt fall backward when thou hast more wit; Wilt thou not, Jule?' This is the matter:--Nurse, give leave awhile. They'll be in scarlet straight at any news. How! should buy the fee-simple of my life for an hour and a quarter. Thy wit is a very bitter sweeting; it is a most. what, still in tears? Thou wrong'st it, more than tears, with that report. The dashing rocks thy sea-sick weary bark! Sups the fair Rosaline whom thou so lovest. I brought my master news of Juliet's death; To this same place, to this same monument. come, what says Romeo? Doth couch his limbs, there golden sleep doth reign: Thou art up-roused by some distemperature; That last is true; the sweeter rest was mine. Black and portentous must this humour prove. Jesu, what haste? Well, girl, thou weep'st not so much for his death. Could we but learn from whence his sorrows grow. Come, bitter conduct, come, unsavoury guide! fie, you slug-a-bed! Which with sweet water nightly I will dew. MY SHAKESPEARE YOU WOULD PLAY UPONE ME; YOU WOULD SEEM TO KNOW MY STOPS; ... 23/12/2010. In this death-filled setting, the movement from love at first sight to the lovers’ final union in death seems almost inevitable. When King Cophetua loved the beggar-maid! This same should be the voice of Friar John. Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest! God forbid! To hear good counsel: O, what learning is! Cry but 'Ay me! There is no end, no limit, measure, bound. That he dares ne'er come back to challenge you; Or, if he do, it needs must be by stealth. See thou deliver it to my lord and father. What happens when Romeo and Juliet fall in love? And therefore have I little talk'd of love; For Venus smiles not in a house of tears. Is three long hours, yet she is not come. Then have my lips the sin that they have took. We'll have no Cupid hoodwink'd with a scarf, Nor no without-book prologue, faintly spoke. As much to him, else is his thanks too much. There lies the man, slain by young Romeo, O prince! O life! Capulet's Garden. With tears augmenting the fresh morning dew. A right good mark-man! as sweet repose and rest. what light through yonder window breaks? Then hie you hence to Friar Laurence' cell; There stays a husband to make you a wife: Now comes the wanton blood up in your cheeks. He'll fright you up, i' faith. O wife, look how our daughter bleeds! let me see her: out, alas! To soar with his light feathers, and so bound. To know our further pleasure in this case. Sir Paris, I will make a desperate tender, Of my child's love: I think she will be ruled. They call for dates and quinces in the pastry. I have an interest in your hate's proceeding. Clubs, bills, and partisans! O, she is lame! Send for the county; go tell him of this: I'll have this knot knit up to-morrow morning. For 'twas your heaven she should be advanced: Above the clouds, as high as heaven itself? Ah, where's my man? In this death-filled setting, the movement from love at first sight to the lovers’ final union in death seems almost inevitable. to any gentlewoman, and very weak dealing. husband! Fall in love with Shakespeare’s timeless story of love, vengeance and tragedy - Romeo & Juliet - in full multi-media magnificence from the comfort of your iPad. I have night's cloak to hide me from their sight; And but thou love me, let them find me here: Than death prorogued, wanting of thy love. Romeo's a dishclout to him: an eagle, madam, Hath not so green, so quick, so fair an eye. See, where he comes: so please you, step aside; I'll know his grievance, or be much denied. “My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite.” ― William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet What say you? Thou shalt be logger-head. Paris looks forward to their nuptials, unaware that Juliet is already betrothed to Romeo, and leaves Juliet to her 'devotion'. And stint thou too, I pray thee, nurse, say I. The tragic finale. Yea, noise? Shall I be married then to-morrow morning? If you play your cards right, you might end up controlling not just Romeo OR Juliet, not just Romeo AND Juliet, but them, their family, their friends, and the entire city of Verona . Farewell! He ran this way, and leaped this orchard wall. Friar John, go hence; Get me an iron crow, and bring it straight. I must indeed; and therefore came I hither. To avoid this marriage, Juliet takes a potion, given her by the friar, that makes her appear dead. Give me thy hand; 'tis late: farewell; good night. And stay thy lady too that lives in thee. I say 'silver sound,' because musicians sound for silver. Stay not to question, for the watch is coming; What's here? Gorged with the dearest morsel of the earth. one kiss, and I'll descend. [Aside] Villain and he be many miles asunder.--. Day, night, hour, tide, time, work, play, Alone, in company, still my care hath been, To have her match'd: and having now provided. To old Free-town, our common judgment-place. I pray, sir, can you read? O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do; They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair. To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss. Madam, the guests are come, supper served up, you, called, my young lady asked for, the nurse cursed in, the pantry, and every thing in extremity. No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a, church-door; but 'tis enough,'twill serve: ask for, me to-morrow, and you shall find me a grave man. Madam, your mother craves a word with you. Ay, sir; but she will none, she gives you thanks. How much salt water thrown away in waste. and, swifter than. Canker'd with peace, to part your canker'd hate: Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace. 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! Pitiful sight! young men's love then lies. Come, come away. That in gold clasps locks in the golden story; So shall you share all that he doth possess. But woo her, gentle Paris, get her heart. To twinkle in their spheres till they return. My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself, My ears have not yet drunk a hundred words. wherefore art thou Romeo? Which ten times faster glide than the sun's beams. Psst! So early waking, what with loathsome smells. 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. O no! Thou know'st my lodging: get me ink and paper. You will set cock-a-hoop! The form of death: meantime I writ to Romeo. Eventually Mercutio begins mocking Romeo and the pair give up and leave. The play which is set in Verona is a story about a long feud between the Montague and Capulet families. Art thou gone so? Then plainly know my heart's dear love is set, And all combined, save what thou must combine. O here's a wit of cheveril, that stretches from an, I stretch it out for that word 'broad;' which added.