No, sir. I do not bite my thumb at you, sir, but I bite my thumb, sir.
"I do but keep the peace. Put up thy sword , or manage it to the part these men with thee"
"What art thou drawn among these heartless hinds?/Turn thee, Benvolio, look upon thy death."
Of honourable reckoning are you both; And pity 'tis you lived at odds so long. But now, my lord, what say you to my suit?
This, by his voice, should be a Montague. Fetch me my rapier, boy. What dares the slave Come hither, cover'd with an antic face, To fleer and scorn at our solemnity? Now, by the stock and honour of my kin, To strike him dead, I hold it not a sin.
And too soon marr'd are those so early made. The earth hath swallow'd all my hopes but she, She is the hopeful lady of my earth: But woo her, gentle Paris, get her heart,
If I profane with my unworthiest hand This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this: My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.
Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, Which mannerly devotion shows in this; For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.
By a nameI know not how to tell thee who I am:My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself,Because it is an enemy to thee;Had I it written, I would tear the word.
'Tis but thy name that is my enemy; Thou art thyself, though not a Montague. What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot, Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part Belonging to a man. O, be some other name! What's in a name? that which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet; So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd, Retain that dear perfection which he owes Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name, And for that name which is no part of thee Take all myself.
The Capulets and Montagues have been rivals for a long time. Sampson and Gregory, two servants of the house of Capulet, stroll through the streets of Verona, Italy venting about how much they despise the Montagues when Sampson decides to bite his thumb at the Montagues and this starts a big fight between them. Benvolio, a Montague wants to make peace and avert a fight. Tybalt, a huge hater of the Montagues steps in insulting and threatening the Capulets. Finally, the Prince says if they ever disturb the peace by causing another fight, their lives are threatened.
"thee better than thou canst devise."
Romeo, heartbroken from a love interest named Rosaline, is encouraged by his cousin Benvolio to look at other pretty women but Romeo doesn't believe he can. They both get word from a servant of the Capulets that a masked ball will happen and they decide to go, disguised. When Romeo arrives he sees a beautiful girl. This girl is Juliet and is promised to Paris since he had asked her father for her hand in marriage and he had said to wait at least 2 years since she is only 13. At the party, the two meet and share a kiss not knowing that they are from opposing households. The nurse eventually tells Juliet who Romeo is.
After the ball, Mercutio, Romeo's friend teases Romeo of Rosaline not knowing that he fell in love with Juliet instead. Romeo decides to go back to the Capulet to see Juliet and sees her on her balcony talking about him. She goes on about how she wishes he weren't a Montague so they could be together. Romeo startles her and compares her to the moon. Juliet tells him not to compare her to the moon since it's always changing. They don't know their destiny as star-crossed lovers yet but they have plans of marriage.
Conceit, more rich in matter than in words, 30 Brags of his substance, not of ornament: They are but beggars that can count their worth; But my true love is grown to such excess I cannot sum up sum of half my wealth.
Romeo decides that he wants to marry Juliet and goes to Friar Lawrence so that he can marry them. When Romeo arrives, Friar Lawrence still thinks he is in love with Rosaline but Romeo tells him he's in love with Juliet. Friar Lawrence knows that she is a Capulet and questions his motives. But, he remembers that this could make peace between the rival houses and agrees to marry them. He fears that the swiftness and violence of Romeo and Juliet's love will produce a violent end. He fears that Tybalt will try to interfere with Romeo and Juliet's wedding ceremony.
=Then plainly know my heart's dear love is set On the fair daughter of rich Capulet: As mine on hers, so hers is set on mine; And all combined, save what thou must combine By holy marriage: when and where and how We met, we woo'd and made exchange of vow, I'll tell thee as we pass; but this I pray, That thou consent to marry us to-day.
Jesu Maria, what a deal of brine Hath wash'd thy sallow cheeks for Rosaline! How much salt water thrown away in waste, To season love, that of it doth not taste! The sun not yet thy sighs from heaven clears, Thy old groans ring yet in my ancient ears; Lo, here upon thy cheek the stain doth sit Of an old tear that is not wash'd off yet: If e'er thou wast thyself and these woes thine, Thou and these woes were all for Rosaline: And art thou changed? pronounce this sentence then, Women may fall, when there's no strength in men.
Tybalt is upset that Romeo crashed the Capulet-only party and sends a letter to challenge Romeo to a duel because he is angry . Romeo is shocked by the letter and runs away, hoping to avoid this misfortune. Tybalt is considered the antagonist of this story since he never wants to keep peace and has no reason to hate the Montagues other than a petty rivalry. Romeo and Juliet's fate will change that...
I challenge you to a duel-Tybalt
Juliet tells Romeo she will send him a message so that he can inform her of the wedding plans can send him a message so that he can inform her of the wedding plans. After getting news from the nurse that Romeo has plans on marrying her, Juliet agrees and they are to be married by Friar Lawrence. Juliet enters and Romeo asks her to speak poetically of her love. Juliet responds that those who can so easily describe their “worth” are beggars, her love is far too great to be so easily described. The lovers exit with Friar Lawrence and are wed.
Ah, Juliet, if the measure of thy joy Be heap'd like mine and that thy skill be more To blazon it, then sweeten with thy breath This neighbour air, and let rich music's tongue Unfold the imagined happiness that both Receive in either by this dear encounter.
These violent delights have violent ends And in their triumph die, like fire and powder, 10 Which as they kiss consume: the sweetest honey Is loathsome in his own deliciousness And in the taste confounds the appetite: Therefore love moderately; long love doth so; Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.