romeo and juliet
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- He did not arrive to his father’s house, but on another note, Tybalt, Capulet’s kinsman, has sent a letter to Romeo’s father’s house. Romeo will have to answer it.
- It was nine o’clock when I sent the Nurse. She promised to be back in half an hour. Maybe she cannot find him. No, that makes no sense. Oh, she is so slow! Love’s messengers should be thoughts, which fly ten times faster than sunbeams and drive the shadows back over the dark and scowling hills. Oh God, she is here! Sweet Nurse, what is your news? Did you meet with him? Send your servant away.
- I bet it is a challenge to fight. Poor Romeo. He is already dead, stabbed by the black eye of a white wench and shot through the ear with a love song. Are you sure he is man enough to fight Tybalt? He fights like you sing printed music, carefully keeping the correct time, distance, and rhythm. He’s a master duelist who can hit any of his opponent’s buttons that he chooses. He’s a gentleman who learned at the finest fencing school, and he’s skilled at identifying insults and slights to his honor so that he’s “forced” to fight.
- Where is Romeo? Did he come home last night? Rosaline, that hard-hearted wench, torments him so much that he is going to go insane.
- How are you out of breath when you have the breath to tell me that you are out of breath? The excuse you are making while delaying telling me the news is taking longer than it would to tell me your tale. Is your news good or bad? Answer that. Tell me that, and will wait for the details. Tell me at least that. Is it good or bad?
- He does not look very good. Romeo, you tricked us pretty well last night.
- Since you would like to know so bad, hurry up and go to Friar Lawrence’s cell. There waits a husband to make you his wife. Now the lustful blood is rushing up to your cheeks. You blush scarlet whenever you get excited at some news. Get to church. I must go elsewhere to get a rope ladder that your love will use to climb up to your window when it is dark. I do the drudge work for your pleasure. But soon enough, you will be doing your “wifely work” tonight with Romeo. Go. I will go to lunch. You go to Friar Lawrence’s cell.
- Good morning to you both. What do you mean I tricked you? I am sorry good Mercutio, my business was important, but I apologize.
- I will hurry off! Goodbye, Nurse!
- Give me some time. I am tired and my bones are aching. What a journey this was today! What a rush you are in! Can you not wait a little? I am out of breath
- SCENE 5
- It is almost morning. I want to force you to go. Yet I would not let you move any further than a spoiled child would let his pet bird go. The child so loves the bird that he will not let the bird hop any more than a small distance from his hand before pulling it back by a silk thread. Good night. Good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow that I will say good night until it becomes tomorrow.
- Oh my..
- But wait! What light is that in the window over there? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Rise, beautiful sun, and kill the jealous moon, which is already sick and pale with grief because Juliet, her maid, is more beautiful than she is. Don’t be her maid, since she’s jealous. The moon’s virginity makes her look sick and green, and only fools hold on to their virginity. Throw it off. It is my lady. Oh, it is my love. Oh, I wish she knew I loved her. She’s talking, but isn’t saying anything. Why is that? Her eyes are speaking. I’ll respond—no, I am too bold. It’s not to me she speaks. Two of the most beautiful stars in the sky had to go off on some business, and begged her eyes to twinkle in their place until they return. If her eyes were in the sky and the stars were in her head the brightness of her cheeks would overwhelm the stars, just as daylight outshines a lamp. And her eyes in the night sky would shine so brightly that birds would start singing, thinking it was day. Look how she leans her cheek against her hand. I wish I were a glove on that hand, so I could touch her cheek.
- Oh, Romeo, Romeo, why must you be Romeo? Deny your father and give up your name. Or, if you will not change your name, just swear your love to me and I will give up being a Capulet. Only your name is my enemy. You would be yourself even if you ceased to be a Montague. What is a Montague, after all? It is not a hand, foot, arm, face, or any other body part. Oh, change your name! What is the significance of a name? The thing we call a rose would smell as sweet even if we called it by some other name. So even if Romeo had some other name, he would still be perfect. Romeo, take off your name—which really has no connection to who you are—and take all of me instead.
- (To himself) She speaks. Speak again, bright angel. For tonight you are as glorious as an angel, shining above my head like a winged messenger from heaven; one who makes mortals fall onto their backs to gaze up in awe as the angel strides across the clouds and sails through the air.
- I have been at a party with my enemy, where suddenly someone wounded me and was in turn wounded by me. But both of us can be cured by your holy power. I hold no hatred, blessed father, because my request will also help my enemy.[Here it is set plain: I love the beautiful daughter of rich Capulet. I love her, and she loves me. We’re bound together, and need only for you to combine us completely by marrying us. In good time I’ll tell you about when and where and how we met, how we wooed each other and vowed our love. But now I pray that you will agree to marry us today.
- The morning smiles as it replaces frowning night, and streaks light across the clouds in the east. Darkness staggers away from the sun’s path like a drunkard. Now, before the sun rises, bringing on the day and drying the dew, I must fill my basket with poisonous weeds and the precious nectar of flowers. The earth is both nature’s mother and its tomb. Plants arise from the earth as from a womb, and when they die, they are buried in the earth. Many different plants and animals come from the earth’s womb. All of these children find nourishment from the earth, and all have some special, unique virtue. There is a power that resides in herbs, plants, and stones. For there is nothing on earth that’s so evil that it does not also provide the earth with some kind of good. Nor is there anything so good that it can’t be turned bad if it is abused and used incorrectly.
- Holy Saint Francis, what an incredible change! Have you so quickly abandoned Rosaline, whom you loved so much? If so, then young men love not with their hearts but with their eyes. Jesus and Mary, you cried so many tears for Rosaline! My old ears are still ringing from your groans. And look, here on your cheek there’s a stain from an old tear that has not yet been washed off. If you were ever yourself and this sorrow yours, you and your sorrow were all for Rosaline. And are you now changed? Then say the following: women will never be faithful when men are so unreliable. But come with me, my young unreliable friend. I’ll help you, because it’s possible that this marriage may transform your two families’ hatred into pure love.
- God bless you. Whose voice greets me so sweetly this early in the morning? My son, jumping so quickly out of bed this early indicates some trouble in your thoughts. All old men have concerns, and these worries never let them sleep. Young men, though, should be carefree and without worry, and their sleep should be restful and long. Where have you been?
- Good morning, father.
- Saints do not move though, they do grant prayers.
- If you do not like my unworthy hand touching your holy hand, then my lips are ready. Saint, let my lips do what hands do, pray. Grant my prayer or my faith will turn to despair.
- Then remain still while I pray. Now from my lips to yours, the sin is removed.
- My lips now have the sin they took from yours.
- Sin from my lips? Then how about you give me back my sin.
- Uncle, we will be dishonored if we let him stay here.
- Uncle, that is a Montague who has come out of spite to make fun of this night.
- Is it young Romeo? If so, calm yourself and let him be. He is a gentleman of good manners. Everyone in Verona says that he is a well behaved young youth. It is my command, if you respect me, to stop with all these frowns. I will stand him and so will you.
- What is this nephew? Why are you so angry?
- You are right let us go because looking for Romeo would be in vain since it is obvious he does not want to be found.
- SCENE i
- Romeo! Romeo! Cousin Romeo! He ran this way and leapt over this orchard wall. Call him Mercutio.
- My dream! My dream! No wait a nightmare. It tells me my love, the sun, my dear Juliet has found me dead? Impossible! Our love is strong enough to keep us alive and well.
- : Romeo! Humors! Madman! Passion! Lover! Appear to me in the form of a sigh. Speak just a single rhyme, and I’ll be satisfied. Cry out, “Ah me!” Say “love” and “dove.” By Rosaline’s bright eyes, by her high forehead and her red lips, by her fine feet, straight legs, and trembling thighs, and by parts of her that lie next to her thighs, I summon you to appear before us in your actual form.
- Hello! How are you sir?
- *Balthasar walks in*
- Oh friend. I am so sorry to tell you. Romeo.. She entered the Capulet monument.. Lifeless. But her soul is among us in heaven.
- Atlast! News from home, Verona. My friend Balthasar! Did you come with letters from Friar? Oh wait my love? Is father healthy? Oh and once again, how is my Juliet doing? If she is not do tell me and I will have nothing to live for.
- You will make him mad if he hears you. Come on, he is most likely hiding, trying to be alone with the night.
- What?! No, no, no. She can’t be.. Our love is too strong! I want ink and paper now! Get me horses!
- Sir, I beg. See here I have 40 gold coins and your poor! Your hungry, starved even. Ah! Perfect. Take it sir! Take it please!
- *Exit Benvolio Mercutio*
- Good night Romeo, I am off to my bed because it is way too cold here.
- *Enter Friar Lawrence*
- John! John! What has my son, Romeo written back to me?
- No, I have received nothing and have come empty handed.
- Sir please calm down. Do not do anything you will regret.
- I am calm I am calm. Trust me I will do no such thing. Now, any message from Friar?
- *Balthasar Exists*
- No message? Well then go on get me horses!
- SCENE ii
- *Romeo goes to Apthecary*
- No letter? Well I will see myself off to the nearest Apothecary! If she, her, my love, and I cannot have a life in this world, we will be together in the heavens.
- No brother. This was urgent. It was not for checking up.
- benvolio and Mercutuion make fun of the nNurse.
- I will like to have a private conversation with Romeo.
- My young mistress sent me to find you. What she told me to say, I will keep to myself. But first let me say: if you lead her into a fool’s paradise, as they say, it would be extremely indecent behavior, as they say. For the girl is young. So if you should deceive her, it would be an awful thing to do to any woman, and very poor manners. Your heart is good, I can tell, I will tell her that. She will be a joyful woman.
- Tell her to devise a way to come to confession this afternoon. And there, at Friar Lawrence’s cell, she can make a confession and we will be married. I will repay you for your help!
- *Exit Nurse and Romeo*
- *Exit Juliet Romeo*
- Let us go then! Let us do this quickly!
- *Exit Romeo Friar
- ActV
- Good for now. What brings you here?
- POISON?! Child have you gone mad? Though.. I do indeed cary such thing, but I will not be selling it.
- I am here for something bitter and if you will, poison?
- I should not! You have a point.. I am poor, left with no money. I am going to give you this deadly liquid. Certainly not because I want to, but because I am starved of gold.
- Act V
- Ohh!! So about that.. I have gotten exposed to a sickness and forced to quarantine. I was unable to hand the letter to Romeo.. Here is the letter. I am able to give it now
- Too late!!
- Ah! I will bring it now
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