Romeo & Juliet(act 4, scene 5) By: Rachel & Nidhi

Romeo & Juliet(act 4, scene 5) By: Rachel & Nidhi
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  • For shame, bring Juliet forth, her lord is come.
  • O me, O me! My child, my only life. Revive, look up, or I will die with thee. Help, help! Call help!
  • Look, look! O heavy day!
  • She’s dead, deceased! She’s dead! Alack the day!
  • Despised, distressed, hated, martyred, killed. Uncomfortable time, why cam’st thou now to murder, murder our solemnity? O child, o child! My soul and not my child, dead art thou. Alack, my child is dead, and with my child my joys are buried.
  • Beguiled, divorced, wronged, spited, slain, most detestable death, by thee beguiled, by cruel, cruel, thee, quite overthrown. O love, o life, not life, but love in death.
  • All things that we ordained festival turn from their office to black funeral: Our instruments to melancholy bells, our wedding cheer to sad burial feast, our solemn hymns to sullen dirges change, our bridal flowers serve for a buried corse, and all things change them to the contrary.
  • Sir, go you in, and madam, go with him, and go, Sir Paris. Everyone prepare 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.
  • Not a dump we! ‘Tis no time to play now
  • What will you give us?
  • No.
  • O musicians, because my heart itself plays ‘My heart is full’. O play me some merry dump to comfort me.
  • No money, on my faith, but the gleek! I will give you the minstrel.
  • You will not then?
  • Peace, ho, for shame. Confusion’s cure lives not in these confusions. Heaven and yourself had part in this fair maid, now heaven hath all, and all the better is ti for the maid. Your part in her you could not keep from death, but heaven keeps his part in eternal life. The most.... 
  • Then have at you with my wit. I will dry-beat you with an iron wit, and put up my iron dagger. Answer me like men. ‘When griping griefs the heart doth wound, And doleful dumps the mind oppress, Then music with her silver sound’- Why ‘silver sound’? Why ‘music with her silver sound’? What say you, Simon Catling?
  • Pray you put up your dagger and put out your wit
  • Hang him, Jack. Come, we’ll in here, tarry for the mourners, and stay dinner
  • What a pestilent knave is this same.
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