Act 5 scene 3
Storyboard Text
- Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end. Oh, Churl, drunk all, and left no drop to help me after. I will kiss thy lips. Happily, some poison yet doth hang on them to make me die with a restorative.
- Here we see the use of symbolism. Juliets heart is symbolic of swath for Romeos dagger. Juliet is permanently binding herself to Romeo by using a part of him to kill herself. This shows that their love is undying and that Juliet is committed to Romeo to die for him. We also see the use of an aside because Juliet is talking to herself.
- Thy lips are warm!
- In this scene we see the use of the characters tragic flaws. Juliet is so overwhelmed at the thought of her love leaving, she is reckless with her judgment and even puts Romeos life in jeopardy. This reckless trait exhibited in both characters plays a key role in their deaths
- O happy dagger, This is thy sheath: there rust, and let me die. All are punished. Than this of Juliet and her Romeo.
- Wilt thou be gone? It is not yet near day.It was the nightingale, and not the lark,That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear.Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate tree.Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.
- It was the lark, the herald of the morn,No nightingal. Look, love, what envious streaksDo lace the severing clouds in yonder east.Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund dayStands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops.I must be gone and live, or stay and die.
- Let me be ta'en, let me be put to death; I am content, so thou wilt have it so. I'll say yon grey is not the morning's eye. Come, death, and welcome! Juliet wills it so. How is't, my soul? Let's talk; it is not day.
- Yon light is not daylight; I know it, I.It is some meteor that the sun exhaled,To be to thee this night a torch-bearer,And light thee on thy way to Mantua.Therefore stay yet; thou needst not to be gone.
- Madam! Your lady mother is coming to your chamber.The day is broke; be wary, look about.
- It is, it is. Hie hence, be gone, away! It is the lark that sings so out of tune, Straining harsh discords and unpleasing sharps. Some say the lark makes sweet division; This doth not so, for she divideth us. Some say the lark and loathèd toad changed eyes. O, now I would they had changed voices too, Since arm from arm that voice doth us affray, Hunting thee hence with hunt's-up to the day. O, now be gone! More light and light it grows.
- More light and light, more dark and dark our woes!
- Farewell, farewell, one kiss, and I'll descend.
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