Thou know'st my daughter's of a pretty age. madam! Some of these images show actors in character, while others show the plays as if they were real-life eventsâtelling the difference isn't always easy. I will tell her, sir, that you do protest; which, as. And the continuance of their parents' rage. Thou shalt not stir a foot to seek a foe. All forsworn, all naught, all dissemblers. Hold him in safety, till the prince come hither. And I'll still stay, to have thee still forget. One nick-name for her purblind son and heir. Well, girl, thou weep'st not so much for his death. Get thee to bed, and rest; for thou hast need. And hereabouts he dwells,--which late I noted. I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks: Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Having some business, do entreat her eyes. Susan and she--God rest all Christian souls!--. Pray you, put up your dagger, and put out your wit. Scurvy knave! Since birth, and heaven, and earth, all three do meet. That copest with death himself to scape from it: And, if thou darest, I'll give thee remedy. What say you? 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! As maids call medlars, when they laugh alone. I will bite thee by the ear for that jest. Why, love, I say! (Romeoâ1.5.51â53), You kiss by thâ book⦠(Julietâ1.5.122), But soft, what light through yonder window breaks? and, by my holidame, The pretty wretch left crying and said 'Ay.'. Romeo is banish'd; and all the world to nothing. Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's ensign yet. What here shall miss, our toil shall strive to mend. Do ebb and flow with tears; the bark thy body is. See thou deliver it to my lord and father. thy Juliet is alive. What cursed foot wanders this way to-night. Jump directly to these Romeo and Juliet resources: The prologue of Romeo and Juliet calls the title characters "star-crossed lovers"âand the stars do seem to conspire against these young lovers. In the mean time, against thou shalt awake. give me some aqua vitae: These griefs, these woes, these sorrows make me old. Ay, madam, from the reach of these my hands: Would none but I might venge my cousin's death! A dog of that house shall move me to stand: I will. Makes my flesh tremble in their different greeting. Your part in her you could not keep from death. And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence. (Mercutioâ3.1.111), Death, that hath sucked the honey of thy breath,Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty. In faith, I will. And Tybalt calls; and then on Romeo cries, Did murder her; as that name's cursed hand. Is father, mother, Tybalt, Romeo, Juliet, All slain, all dead. Thou wrong'st it, more than tears, with that report. No, madam; we have cull'd such necessaries. wilt thou slay thyself? How now, my headstrong! That plats the manes of horses in the night. The exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine. Not I; unless the breath of heartsick groans. one kiss, and I'll descend. You gave us the counterfeit. Then say at once what thou dost know in this. 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. Where the infectious pestilence did reign. And then dreams he of smelling out a suit; And sometime comes she with a tithe-pig's tail. Thy husband in thy bosom there lies dead; And Paris too. 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. Ah, well-a-day! then I'll be brief. Good prudence; smatter with your gossips, go. Art thou gone so? That is no slander, sir, which is a truth; Thy face is mine, and thou hast slander'd it. O trespass sweetly urged! Why, is not this better now than groaning for love? That shows thee a weak slave; for the weakest goes. Romeo and Juliet, Fanny Kemble as Juliet, "Sweet, good night!" Well, thou hast comforted me marvellous much. What say you, James Soundpost? Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch; marry, 'tis enough. Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air. 3. grudge, ill will, hatred: mutiny, discord, the active manifestation of the ill-will cherished by the two families; for this sense of the word, cp. The tragedy of Romeo and Juliet in four beautiful duetsMatthew Shilvock of San Francisco Opera writes about the Charles Gounod opera based on Shakespeare's love story. Is it e'en so? An if thou couldst, thou couldst not make him live; Therefore, have done: some grief shows much of love; But much of grief shows still some want of wit. As that the villain lives which slaughter'd him. And she shall scant show well that now shows best. why, lady! I. We have a trifling foolish banquet towards. And stay thy lady too that lives in thee. Draw, if you be men. because musicians have no gold for sounding: Hang him, Jack! Romeo and JulietThis painting by James Northcote captures a key moment in the play. Romeo, doff thy name, And for that name which is no part of thee. Art thou so bare and full of wretchedness. Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs; Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; Being vex'd a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears: What is it else? See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand! How should they, when that wise men have no eyes? Good morrow to you both. 'Proud,' and 'I thank you,' and 'I thank you not;'. A selection of images related to Romeo and Juliet is shown below, with links to our digital image collection. O child! But heaven keeps his part in eternal life. Your lady mother is coming to your chamber: Then, window, let day in, and let life out. I'll say yon grey is not the morning's eye. To cross my obsequies and true love's rite? Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all. For then she could stand alone; nay, by the rood. And world's exile is death: then banished. Ties up my tongue, and will not let me speak. And turn'd that black word death to banishment: This is dear mercy, and thou seest it not. Madam, good night: commend me to your daughter. But Romeo's name speaks heavenly eloquence. Of an old tear that is not wash'd off yet: If e'er thou wast thyself and these woes thine. Tell me, good my friend, What torch is yond, that vainly lends his light. Falk, B. J. Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt's death. I'll tell thee as we pass; but this I pray. Of all the days of the year, upon that day: Sitting in the sun under the dove-house wall; When it did taste the wormwood on the nipple. Give me those flowers. And hear the sentence of your moved prince. Nor what is mine shall never do thee good: Trust to't, bethink you; I'll not be forsworn. His agile arm beats down their fatal points, And 'twixt them rushes; underneath whose arm, An envious thrust from Tybalt hit the life, And to 't they go like lightning, for, ere I. They call for dates and quinces in the pastry. Here is a friar, that trembles, sighs and weeps: We took this mattock and this spade from him. Lord, how my head aches! So stakes me to the ground I cannot move. What is this? That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear; Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate-tree: Believe me, love, it was the nightingale. Nevertheless, Friar Lawrence decides to marry Romeo and Juliet in the attempt to end the civil feud between the Capulets and the Montagues. Romeo. And make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine. Ah, that same pale hard-hearted wench, that Rosaline. To blaze your marriage, reconcile your friends, Beg pardon of the prince, and call thee back, With twenty hundred thousand times more joy. But I'll be hanged, sir, if he wear your livery: Marry, go before to field, he'll be your follower; Your worship in that sense may call him 'man.'. Why rail'st thou on thy birth, the heaven, and earth? I fear it is: and yet, methinks, it should not. Ah me! the time is very short. Lest in this marriage he should be dishonour'd. ), 1853-1925, photographer. Shall happily make thee there a joyful bride. More light, you knaves; and turn the tables up. I see that thou art poor: A dram of poison, such soon-speeding gear, As will disperse itself through all the veins, And that the trunk may be discharged of breath, Such mortal drugs I have; but Mantua's law. A grave? I'll look to like, if looking liking move: Than your consent gives strength to make it fly. Why the devil came you between us? Ne'er saw her match since first the world begun. And see how he will take it at your hands. What, cheerly, my hearts! We must talk in secret:--nurse, come back again; I have remember'd me, thou's hear our counsel. [Aside] I would I knew not why it should be slow'd. This afternoon, sir? O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do; They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair. How camest thou hither, tell me, and wherefore? And in this state she gallops night by night. The boy gives warning something doth approach. Well, peace be with you, sir: here comes my man. 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. Belonging to a man. I' faith, I am sorry that thou art not well. Thy fault our law calls death; but the kind prince. By her high forehead and her scarlet lip, By her fine foot, straight leg and quivering thigh. And is it not well served in to a sweet goose? Marry, my child, early next Thursday morn. From love's weak childish bow she lives unharm'd. Was that my father that went hence so fast? Could we but learn from whence his sorrows grow. Be plain, good son, and homely in thy drift; Riddling confession finds but riddling shrift. That murder'd my love's cousin, with which grief, And here is come to do some villanous shame. The orchard walls are high and hard to climb. A carousel of tragedySee inside a delightful artist's book inspired by Romeo and Juliet. Gregory, o' my word, we'll not carry coals. A crutch, a crutch! here comes. You are looked for and called for, asked for and, We cannot be here and there too. Doth not. I thought thy disposition better temper'd. 'When griping grief the heart doth wound, why 'silver sound'? 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. not life, but love in death! Where I have learn'd me to repent the sin. But, as 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. Hath wash'd thy sallow cheeks for Rosaline! And but one word with one of us? Do so, and bid my sweet prepare to chide. For sweet discourses in our time to come. Can vengeance be pursued further than death? 8. There is no end, no limit, measure, bound. Marry, and amen, how sound is she asleep! Thou wouldst else have made thy tale large. And hire post-horses; I will hence to-night. Farewell: thou canst not teach me to forget. 'Your love says, like an honest gentleman. Of twenty men, it would dispatch you straight. husband! Else, when he's found, that hour is his last. Or I shall faint. And finding him, the searchers of the town. Holy Saint Francis, what a change is here! [Within] Ho, daughter! and yet thou, An I were so apt to quarrel as thou art, any man. What unaccustom'd cause procures her hither? They'll be in scarlet straight at any news. say thou but 'I,', And that bare vowel 'I' shall poison more. I beseech thee, youth. Brief sounds determine of my weal or woe. it is not yet near day: It was the nightingale, and not the lark. That after hours with sorrow chide us not! 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. Our solemn hymns to sullen dirges change. No nightingale: look, love, what envious streaks. So shalt thou show me friendship. Romeo! thou what thou art, by art as well as by nature: for this drivelling love is like a great natural. Come hither, man. I will carry no crotchets: I'll re you. O, now be gone; more light and light it grows. with another, for, tying his new shoes with old riband? Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized; What man art thou that thus bescreen'd in night. Perfect for acing essays, tests, and quizzes, as well as for writing lesson plans. 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? And too soon marr'd are those so early made. To soar with his light feathers, and so bound. past compare: he is not the flower of courtesy, but, I'll warrant him, as gentle as a lamb. 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. Or, if his mind be writ, give me his letter. I will bring you thither. your pate. down with the Montagues! Stay not to question, for the watch is coming; What's here? Romeo and Juliet Through the AgesLearn how Romeo and Juliet has been cut and molded to fit certain cultural expectations in different time periods. What, wilt thou wash him from his grave with tears? you take your pennyworths now; Sleep for a week; for the next night, I warrant. And yet 'not proud,' mistress minion, you. His help to crave, and my dear hap to tell. methinks I see my cousin's ghost, Seeking out Romeo, that did spit his body. Hence will I to my ghostly father's cell. Thou wilt fall backward when thou comest to age; Wilt thou not, Jule?' I never should forget it: 'Wilt thou not, Jule?' 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. And with a silk thread plucks it back again. 'Tis but the pale reflex of Cynthia's brow; Nor that is not the lark, whose notes do beat. We shall be much unfurnished for this time. for thou art, As glorious to this night, being o'er my head. [Great Britain? Then she hath sworn that she will still live chaste? Send for the county; go tell him of this: I'll have this knot knit up to-morrow morning. O, speak again, bright angel! Come weep with me; past hope, past cure, past help! 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. 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? Here's such a coil! And wish his mistress were that kind of fruit. In that word's death; no words can that woe sound. Well, in that hit you miss: she'll not be hit. Leave me, and do the thing I bid thee do. That I shall say good night till it be morrow. She hath, and in that sparing makes huge waste. Ah, what an unkind hour, I hear some noise. 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. I, am peppered, I warrant, for this world. Is she not proud? Romeo and Juliet belongs to a tradition of tragic romances stretching back to antiquity. Musicians, O, musicians, 'Heart's ease, Heart's, ease:' O, an you will have me live, play 'Heart's ease. What, nurse, I say! can you not stay awhile? Romeo, there dead, was husband to that Juliet; And she, there dead, that Romeo's faithful wife: I married them; and their stol'n marriage-day, Was Tybalt's dooms-day, whose untimely death. O no! Gregory, remember thy swashing blow. Will they not hear? There on the ground, with his own tears made drunk. When the sun sets, the air doth drizzle dew; How now! We invite you to personally participate in the life of the Folger Shakespeare Library by making a tax-deductible donation to the institution. Come, come, thou art as hot a Jack in thy mood as, any in Italy, and as soon moved to be moody, and as, Nay, an there were two such, we should have none. Draw thy tool! And thou dismember'd with thine own defence. Thou shalt be logger-head. 1790, Early printed texts, images, and resources for teachers, Charlotte Cushman: When Romeo Was a Woman, The tragedy of Romeo and Juliet in four beautiful duets, Juliet vs Laura: Analyzing Sonnet Structure inÂ. O, this same thought did but forerun my need; Being holiday, the beggar's shop is shut. As he was coming from this churchyard side. To whose foul mouth no healthsome air breathes in. Sups the fair Rosaline whom thou so lovest. To say to me that thou art out of breath? Consort! Came more and more and fought on part and part. We'll keep no great ado,--a friend or two; For, hark you, Tybalt being slain so late. Against to-morrow: my heart is wondrous light. But not possess'd it, and, though I am sold, To an impatient child that hath new robes. We'll have no Cupid hoodwink'd with a scarf, Nor no without-book prologue, faintly spoke. All in gore-blood; I swounded at the sight. And thou must stand by. disobedient wretch! As that is desperate which we would prevent. Shall I be married then to-morrow morning? As it hath been sundry times publikely acted by the Kings Majesties Servants at the Globe. Stay, then; I'll go alone. What fear is this which startles in our ears? Romeo's a dishclout to him: an eagle, madam, Hath not so green, so quick, so fair an eye. Throw your mistemper'd weapons to the ground. Talk not to me, for I'll not speak a word: Do as thou wilt, for I have done with thee. [Aside] Villain and he be many miles asunder.--. I would thou hadst my bones, and I thy news: Nay, come, I pray thee, speak; good, good nurse, speak. Dry sorrow drinks our blood. [To JULIET] If I profane with my unworthiest hand. To catch my death with jaunting up and down! This day's black fate on more days doth depend; This but begins the woe, others must end. and, swifter than. To hear good counsel: O, what learning is! Five times in that ere once in our five wits. Give me my Romeo; and, when he shall die. Hear an interview with the actress. There she lies. Bliss be upon you! I will bite my thumb at them; which is a disgrace to them, if they bear it. Will it not be? Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops. it is nor hand, nor foot. Speak briefly, can you like of Paris' love? My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself, My ears have not yet drunk a hundred words. Here is a friar, and slaughter'd Romeo's man; O heavens! a braggart, a, rogue, a villain, that fights by the book of, arithmetic! One fairer than my love! With purple fountains issuing from your veins, On pain of torture, from those bloody hands. Fear comes upon me: Alack, alack, what blood is this, which stains, What mean these masterless and gory swords. 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. Why, is not this a lamentable thing, grandsire, that we should be thus afflicted with, these strange flies, these fashion-mongers, these.
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