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Thou wretched boy that didst consort him here
Shalt with him hence.

Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch. Marry, ’tis enough.
Where is my page?—Go, villain, fetch a surgeon.

Ay me, what news? Why dost thou wring thy hands?

Ah weraday, he’s dead, he’s dead, he’s dead!
We are undone, lady, we are undone.
Alack the day, he’s gone, he’s killed, he’s dead.

Ha, banishment? Be merciful, say “death,”
For exile hath more terror in his look,
Much more than death. Do not say “banishment.”

Here from Verona art thou banishèd.
Be patient, for the world is broad and wide.

I will, and know her mind early tomorrow.
Tonight she’s mewed up to her heaviness.

Sir Paris, I will make a desperate tender
Of my child’s love. I think she will be ruled

And trust me, love, in my eye so do you.
Dry sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu, adieu.

O Fortune, Fortune, all men call thee fickle.
If thou art fickle, what dost thou with him
That is renowned for faith? Be fickle, Fortune,
For then I hope thou wilt not keep him long,
But send him back.

Tybalt stabs Mercutioand he is wining.

The nurse tells Juliet about what happened to tybalt.

Romeo is having a tantrum to the Friarbecause he is being banished.

Capulet is telling Lady capulet to tell Juliet about her marrying Paris.

Romeo is leaving Julietfor the last time and they say they both look pale and sad.

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Thou wretched boy that didst consort him here
Shalt with him hence.

Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch. Marry, ’tis enough.
Where is my page?—Go, villain, fetch a surgeon.

Ay me, what news? Why dost thou wring thy hands?

Ah weraday, he’s dead, he’s dead, he’s dead!
We are undone, lady, we are undone.
Alack the day, he’s gone, he’s killed, he’s dead.

Ha, banishment? Be merciful, say “death,”
For exile hath more terror in his look,
Much more than death. Do not say “banishment.”

Here from Verona art thou banishèd.
Be patient, for the world is broad and wide.

I will, and know her mind early tomorrow.
Tonight she’s mewed up to her heaviness.

Sir Paris, I will make a desperate tender
Of my child’s love. I think she will be ruled

And trust me, love, in my eye so do you.
Dry sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu, adieu.

O Fortune, Fortune, all men call thee fickle.
If thou art fickle, what dost thou with him
That is renowned for faith? Be fickle, Fortune,
For then I hope thou wilt not keep him long,
But send him back.

Tybalt stabs Mercutioand he is wining.

The nurse tells Juliet about what happened to tybalt.

Romeo is having a tantrum to the Friarbecause he is being banished.

Capulet is telling Lady capulet to tell Juliet about her marrying Paris.

Romeo is leaving Julietfor the last time and they say they both look pale and sad.

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Thou wretched boy that didst consort him here
Shalt with him hence.

Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch. Marry, ’tis enough.
Where is my page?—Go, villain, fetch a surgeon.

Ay me, what news? Why dost thou wring thy hands?

Ah weraday, he’s dead, he’s dead, he’s dead!
We are undone, lady, we are undone.
Alack the day, he’s gone, he’s killed, he’s dead.

Ha, banishment? Be merciful, say “death,”
For exile hath more terror in his look,
Much more than death. Do not say “banishment.”

Here from Verona art thou banishèd.
Be patient, for the world is broad and wide.

I will, and know her mind early tomorrow.
Tonight she’s mewed up to her heaviness.

Sir Paris, I will make a desperate tender
Of my child’s love. I think she will be ruled

And trust me, love, in my eye so do you.
Dry sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu, adieu.

O Fortune, Fortune, all men call thee fickle.
If thou art fickle, what dost thou with him
That is renowned for faith? Be fickle, Fortune,
For then I hope thou wilt not keep him long,
But send him back.

Tybalt stabs Mercutioand he is wining.

The nurse tells Juliet about what happened to tybalt.

Romeo is having a tantrum to the Friarbecause he is being banished.

Capulet is telling Lady capulet to tell Juliet about her marrying Paris.

Romeo is leaving Julietfor the last time and they say they both look pale and sad.

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Thou wretched boy that didst consort him here
Shalt with him hence.

Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch. Marry, ’tis enough.
Where is my page?—Go, villain, fetch a surgeon.

Ay me, what news? Why dost thou wring thy hands?

Ah weraday, he’s dead, he’s dead, he’s dead!
We are undone, lady, we are undone.
Alack the day, he’s gone, he’s killed, he’s dead.

Ha, banishment? Be merciful, say “death,”
For exile hath more terror in his look,
Much more than death. Do not say “banishment.”

Here from Verona art thou banishèd.
Be patient, for the world is broad and wide.

I will, and know her mind early tomorrow.
Tonight she’s mewed up to her heaviness.

Sir Paris, I will make a desperate tender
Of my child’s love. I think she will be ruled

And trust me, love, in my eye so do you.
Dry sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu, adieu.

O Fortune, Fortune, all men call thee fickle.
If thou art fickle, what dost thou with him
That is renowned for faith? Be fickle, Fortune,
For then I hope thou wilt not keep him long,
But send him back.

Tybalt stabs Mercutioand he is wining.

The nurse tells Juliet about what happened to tybalt.

Romeo is having a tantrum to the Friarbecause he is being banished.

Capulet is telling Lady capulet to tell Juliet about her marrying Paris.

Romeo is leaving Julietfor the last time and they say they both look pale and sad.

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Thou wretched boy that didst consort him here
Shalt with him hence.

Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch. Marry, ’tis enough.
Where is my page?—Go, villain, fetch a surgeon.

Ay me, what news? Why dost thou wring thy hands?

Ah weraday, he’s dead, he’s dead, he’s dead!
We are undone, lady, we are undone.
Alack the day, he’s gone, he’s killed, he’s dead.

Ha, banishment? Be merciful, say “death,”
For exile hath more terror in his look,
Much more than death. Do not say “banishment.”

Here from Verona art thou banishèd.
Be patient, for the world is broad and wide.

I will, and know her mind early tomorrow.
Tonight she’s mewed up to her heaviness.

Sir Paris, I will make a desperate tender
Of my child’s love. I think she will be ruled

And trust me, love, in my eye so do you.
Dry sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu, adieu.

O Fortune, Fortune, all men call thee fickle.
If thou art fickle, what dost thou with him
That is renowned for faith? Be fickle, Fortune,
For then I hope thou wilt not keep him long,
But send him back.

Tybalt stabs Mercutioand he is wining.

The nurse tells Juliet about what happened to tybalt.

Romeo is having a tantrum to the Friarbecause he is being banished.

Capulet is telling Lady capulet to tell Juliet about her marrying Paris.

Romeo is leaving Julietfor the last time and they say they both look pale and sad.

Create your own at Storyboard That

Thou wretched boy that didst consort him here
Shalt with him hence.

Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch. Marry, ’tis enough.
Where is my page?—Go, villain, fetch a surgeon.

Ay me, what news? Why dost thou wring thy hands?

Ah weraday, he’s dead, he’s dead, he’s dead!
We are undone, lady, we are undone.
Alack the day, he’s gone, he’s killed, he’s dead.

Ha, banishment? Be merciful, say “death,”
For exile hath more terror in his look,
Much more than death. Do not say “banishment.”

Here from Verona art thou banishèd.
Be patient, for the world is broad and wide.

I will, and know her mind early tomorrow.
Tonight she’s mewed up to her heaviness.

Sir Paris, I will make a desperate tender
Of my child’s love. I think she will be ruled

And trust me, love, in my eye so do you.
Dry sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu, adieu.

O Fortune, Fortune, all men call thee fickle.
If thou art fickle, what dost thou with him
That is renowned for faith? Be fickle, Fortune,
For then I hope thou wilt not keep him long,
But send him back.

Tybalt stabs Mercutioand he is wining.

The nurse tells Juliet about what happened to tybalt.

Romeo is having a tantrum to the Friarbecause he is being banished.

Capulet is telling Lady capulet to tell Juliet about her marrying Paris.

Romeo is leaving Julietfor the last time and they say they both look pale and sad.

Create your own at Storyboard That

Thou wretched boy that didst consort him here
Shalt with him hence.

Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch. Marry, ’tis enough.
Where is my page?—Go, villain, fetch a surgeon.

Ay me, what news? Why dost thou wring thy hands?

Ah weraday, he’s dead, he’s dead, he’s dead!
We are undone, lady, we are undone.
Alack the day, he’s gone, he’s killed, he’s dead.

Ha, banishment? Be merciful, say “death,”
For exile hath more terror in his look,
Much more than death. Do not say “banishment.”

Here from Verona art thou banishèd.
Be patient, for the world is broad and wide.

I will, and know her mind early tomorrow.
Tonight she’s mewed up to her heaviness.

Sir Paris, I will make a desperate tender
Of my child’s love. I think she will be ruled

And trust me, love, in my eye so do you.
Dry sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu, adieu.

O Fortune, Fortune, all men call thee fickle.
If thou art fickle, what dost thou with him
That is renowned for faith? Be fickle, Fortune,
For then I hope thou wilt not keep him long,
But send him back.

Tybalt stabs Mercutioand he is wining.

The nurse tells Juliet about what happened to tybalt.

Romeo is having a tantrum to the Friarbecause he is being banished.

Capulet is telling Lady capulet to tell Juliet about her marrying Paris.

Romeo is leaving Julietfor the last time and they say they both look pale and sad.

Create your own at Storyboard That

Thou wretched boy that didst consort him here
Shalt with him hence.

Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch. Marry, ’tis enough.
Where is my page?—Go, villain, fetch a surgeon.

Ay me, what news? Why dost thou wring thy hands?

Ah weraday, he’s dead, he’s dead, he’s dead!
We are undone, lady, we are undone.
Alack the day, he’s gone, he’s killed, he’s dead.

Ha, banishment? Be merciful, say “death,”
For exile hath more terror in his look,
Much more than death. Do not say “banishment.”

Here from Verona art thou banishèd.
Be patient, for the world is broad and wide.

I will, and know her mind early tomorrow.
Tonight she’s mewed up to her heaviness.

Sir Paris, I will make a desperate tender
Of my child’s love. I think she will be ruled

And trust me, love, in my eye so do you.
Dry sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu, adieu.

O Fortune, Fortune, all men call thee fickle.
If thou art fickle, what dost thou with him
That is renowned for faith? Be fickle, Fortune,
For then I hope thou wilt not keep him long,
But send him back.

Tybalt stabs Mercutioand he is wining.

The nurse tells Juliet about what happened to tybalt.

Romeo is having a tantrum to the Friarbecause he is being banished.

Capulet is telling Lady capulet to tell Juliet about her marrying Paris.

Romeo is leaving Julietfor the last time and they say they both look pale and sad.

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  • Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch. Marry, ’tis enough.Where is my page?—Go, villain, fetch a surgeon.
  • Tybalt stabs Mercutio and he is wining.
  • Thou wretched boy that didst consort him hereShalt with him hence.
  • The nurse tells Juliet about what happened to tybalt.
  • Ah weraday, he’s dead, he’s dead, he’s dead!We are undone, lady, we are undone.Alack the day, he’s gone, he’s killed, he’s dead.
  • Ay me, what news? Why dost thou wring thy hands?
  • Romeo is having a tantrum to the Friar because he is being banished.
  • Here from Verona art thou banishèd.Be patient, for the world is broad and wide.
  • Ha, banishment? Be merciful, say “death,”For exile hath more terror in his look,Much more than death. Do not say “banishment.”
  • I will, and know her mind early tomorrow.Tonight she’s mewed up to her heaviness.
  • Capulet is telling Lady capulet to tell Juliet about her marrying Paris.
  • Sir Paris, I will make a desperate tenderOf my child’s love. I think she will be ruled
  • Romeo is leaving Juliet for the last time and they say they both look pale and sad.
  • And trust me, love, in my eye so do you.Dry sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu, adieu.
  • O Fortune, Fortune, all men call thee fickle.If thou art fickle, what dost thou with himThat is renowned for faith? Be fickle, Fortune,For then I hope thou wilt not keep him long,But send him back.
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