What if they had found Juliet when she was escaping or as she was waking up? Benvolio resolves to do just that. My dismal scene I needs must act alone. . Talk not to me, for I'll not speak a word: Do as thou wilt, for I have done with thee. Deep down I know the Juliet was happy with the little time she got to spend with her lover Romeo. What if I had told someone about the marriage and the plan to fake Juliet's death? But wherefore, villain, didst thou kill my cousin? From forth the fatal loins of these two foes A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life; Whole misadventured piteous overthrows Do with their death bury their parents' strife.
Old Montague is come, And flourishes his blade in spite of me. How if, when I am laid into the tomb, I wake before the time that Romeo Come to redeem me? 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 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. 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? When I got back from seeing Romeo, she had obviously been up waiting for me to tell her when and where the wedding would be. Susan and she God rest all Christian souls! 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 moved? O, their bones, their bones! The law, that threat'ned death, becomes thy friend And turns it to exile. Now, when the bridegroom in the morning comes To rouse thee from thy bed, there art thou dead: Then, as the manner of our country is, In thy best robes uncover'd on the bier Thou shalt be borne to that same ancient vault Where all the kindred of the Capulets lie.
I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins, That almost freezes up the heat of life: I'll call them back again to comfort me: Nurse! Francis, a group of wise and generous priests, Romeo and Juliet trusted Friar Laurence completely, turning to him for advice, and solutions. What if this mixture do not work at all? My lord and you were then at Mantua. A Capulet and a Montague. Montague and Capulet enter, and only their wives prevent them from attacking one another. Juliet - Gallop apace, you fiery-footed steeds, Towards Phoebus' lodging: such a wagoner As Phaethon would whip you to the west, And bring in cloudy night immediately.
Ah, poor my lord, what tongue shall smooth thy name When I, thy three-hours wife, have mangled it? It would have broken her heart. The pox of such antic, lisping, affecting fantasticoes; these new tuners of accents! Often, because of his involvement in the lives of the lovers, Friar Laurence can be seen as more responsible for their deaths than he actually is, although in the last scene the Friar is partially responsible for the death of Juliet. Was that my father that went hence so fast? Nurse Madam, your mother craves a word with you. Juliet is about to commit suicide via poison. But sadly tell me who. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she: Be not her maid, since she is envious; Her vestal livery is but sick and green And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.
O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! I will go along; An if you leave me so, you do me wrong. And madly play with my forefather's joints? Her vestal livery is but sick and green, And none but fools do wear it. There are thou happy too. The measure done, I'll watch her place of stand, And, touching hers, make blessed my rude hand. I will not entertain so bad a thought.
This night I hold an old accustom'd feast, Whereto I have invited many a guest, Such as I love; and you, among the store, One more, most welcome, makes my number more. 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. She speaks, yet she says nothing. Your tributary drops belong to woe, Which you, mistaking, offer up to joy. This night you shall behold him at our feast; Read o'er the volume of young Paris' face, And find delight writ there with beauty's pen; Examine every married lineament, And see how one another lends content And what obscured in this fair volume lies Find written in the margent of his eyes.
Now is the sun upon the highmost hill Of this day's journey, and from nine till twelve Is three long hours, yet she is not come. Unseemly woman is a seeming man! For this time, all the rest depart away: You Capulet; shall go along with me: And, Montague, come you this afternoon, To know our further pleasure in this case, To old Free-town, our common judgment-place. O, their bones, their bones! The origin of the brawl, rife as it is with sexual and physical bravado, introduces the important theme of masculine honor. Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all. Servant To supper; to our house.
Come, let's away; the strangers all are gone. More than prince of cats, I can tell you. I will pray for Romeo and I will pray for Juliet all night in front of the Lord. Tybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet? By my holy order, I thought thy disposition better tempered. Masculine honor does not function in the play as some sort of stoic indifference to pain or insult. Give me my long sword, ho! Second Capulet 'Tis more, 'tis more, his son is elder, sir; His son is thirty.
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. I fear it is; and yet methinks it should not, For he hath still been tried a holy man. Is Rosaline, whom thou didst love so dear, So soon forsaken? Romeo - 'Tis torture, and not mercy: heaven is here, Where Juliet lives; and every cat and dog And little mouse, every unworthy thing, Live here in heaven and may look on her; But Romeo may not: more validity, More honourable state, more courtship lives In carrion-flies than Romeo: they my seize On the white wonder of dear Juliet's hand And steal immortal blessing from her lips, Who even in pure and vestal modesty, Still blush, as thinking their own kisses sin; But Romeo may not; he is banished: Flies may do this, but I from this must fly: They are free men, but I am banished. Mis-shapen chaos of well-seeming forms! Discuss the importance of these characters in Romeo and Juliet. This trick may chance to scathe you, I know what: You must contrary me! 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. 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 be-rhyme her; Dido a dowdy; Cleopatra a gipsy; Helen and Hero hildings and harlots; Thisbe a grey eye or so, but not to the purpose. I warrant, an I should live a thousand years I never should forget it.