English Final

English Final

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  • Just before they enter Juliet's party, Romeo (left), Benvolio (middle), and Mercutio (right) talk about love.
  • Not I, believe me. You have dancing shoes with nimble soles. I have a soul of lead so stakes me to the ground I cannot move.
  • You are a lover. Borrow Cupid’s wing nd soar with them above a common bound.
  • Is love a tender thing? It is too rough, too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn.
  • If love be rough with you, be rough with love. Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down.
  • Come, knock and enter.
  • Romeo brings up that he had a dream the night before. Mercutio then said that he had one of his own: that dreamers lie.
  • In bed asleep while they do dream things true
  • Oh, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you.
  • Queen Mab, what’s she
  • She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate stone On the forefinger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomi Over men’s noses as they lie asleep. Her wagon spokes made of long spinners' legs, The cover of the wings of grasshoppers, Her traces of the smallest spider’s web, Her collars of the moonshine’s watery beams, Her whip of cricket’s bone, the lash of film, Her wagoner a small gray-coated gnat, Not half so big as a round little worm Pricked from the lazy finger of a maid. Her chariot is an empty hazelnut Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub, Time out o' mind the fairies' coachmakers. And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers' brains, and then they dream of love; On courtiers' knees, that dream on curtsies straight; O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees; O'er ladies' lips, who straight on kisses dream,
  • This wind you talk of, blows us from ourselves. Supper is done, and we shall come too late.
  • I fear too early, for my mind misgives Some consequence yet hanging in the stars Shall bitterly begin his fearful date With this night’s revels, and expire the term Of a despisèd life closed in my breast By some vile forfeit of untimely death. But he that hath the steerage of my course, Direct my sail. On, lusty gentlemen.
  • Strike, drum.
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