If ever you disturb our streets again,Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace.For this time all the rest depart away.You, Capulet, shall go along with me;
What, art thou drawn among these heartless hinds?3Turn thee, Benvolio; look upon thy death.
What, drawn, and talk of peace! I hate the wordAs I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee.Have at thee, coward!
Slajd: 2
Find them out whose names are written here?
I’ll go along, no such sight to be shown,But to rejoice in splendor of mine own.
Tut! You saw her fair, none else being by, NOTESHerself poised with herself in either eye9But in that crystal scales let there be weighedYour lady’s love against some other maid
Slajd: 3
O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo?5Deny thy father and refuse thy name;Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,And I’ll no longer be a Capulet.
By a nameI know not how to tell thee who I am.My name, dear saint, is hateful to myselfBecause it is an enemy to thee.Had I it written, I would tear the word.
What man art thou, thus bescreened in night,So stumblest on my counsel?6
I take thee at thy word.Call me but love, and I’ll be new baptized;Henceforth I never will be Romeo.
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