Scene 1
Scene 2
Scene 3
Scene 4
Scene 5
Mercutio dies from tybalt. and then romeo gets revenge and kills tybalt
The nurse tells juliet that romeo killed tybalt
Frier Banishes romeo from the land
Capulet gives paris permission to marry juliet
The nurse tells juliet that she can either get married or get kicked to the streets
This day’s black fate on more days doth depend.
This but begins the woe others must end.
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.
A gentler judgment vanished from his lips:
Not body’s death, but body’s banishment.
ROMEO
Ha, banishment? Be merciful, say “death,”
For exile hath more terror in his look,
Much more than death. Do not say “banishment.”
These times of woe afford no times to woo.—
Madam, good night. Commend me to your
daughter.
I will, and know her mind early tomorrow.
Tonight she’s mewed up to her heaviness.
Marry, my child, early next Thursday morn
The gallant, young, and noble gentleman,
The County Paris, at Saint Peter’s Church
Shall happily make thee there a joyful bride.
Now, by Saint Peter’s Church, and Peter too,
He shall not make me there a joyful bride!
Scene 1
Scene 2
Scene 3
Scene 4
Scene 5
Mercutio dies from tybalt. and then romeo gets revenge and kills tybalt
The nurse tells juliet that romeo killed tybalt
Frier Banishes romeo from the land
Capulet gives paris permission to marry juliet
The nurse tells juliet that she can either get married or get kicked to the streets
This day’s black fate on more days doth depend.
This but begins the woe others must end.
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.
A gentler judgment vanished from his lips:
Not body’s death, but body’s banishment.
ROMEO
Ha, banishment? Be merciful, say “death,”
For exile hath more terror in his look,
Much more than death. Do not say “banishment.”
These times of woe afford no times to woo.—
Madam, good night. Commend me to your
daughter.
I will, and know her mind early tomorrow.
Tonight she’s mewed up to her heaviness.
Marry, my child, early next Thursday morn
The gallant, young, and noble gentleman,
The County Paris, at Saint Peter’s Church
Shall happily make thee there a joyful bride.
Now, by Saint Peter’s Church, and Peter too,
He shall not make me there a joyful bride!
Scene 1
Scene 2
Scene 3
Scene 4
Scene 5
Mercutio dies from tybalt. and then romeo gets revenge and kills tybalt
The nurse tells juliet that romeo killed tybalt
Frier Banishes romeo from the land
Capulet gives paris permission to marry juliet
The nurse tells juliet that she can either get married or get kicked to the streets
This day’s black fate on more days doth depend.
This but begins the woe others must end.
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.
A gentler judgment vanished from his lips:
Not body’s death, but body’s banishment.
ROMEO
Ha, banishment? Be merciful, say “death,”
For exile hath more terror in his look,
Much more than death. Do not say “banishment.”
These times of woe afford no times to woo.—
Madam, good night. Commend me to your
daughter.
I will, and know her mind early tomorrow.
Tonight she’s mewed up to her heaviness.
Marry, my child, early next Thursday morn
The gallant, young, and noble gentleman,
The County Paris, at Saint Peter’s Church
Shall happily make thee there a joyful bride.
Now, by Saint Peter’s Church, and Peter too,
He shall not make me there a joyful bride!
Scene 1
Scene 2
Scene 3
Scene 4
Scene 5
Mercutio dies from tybalt. and then romeo gets revenge and kills tybalt
The nurse tells juliet that romeo killed tybalt
Frier Banishes romeo from the land
Capulet gives paris permission to marry juliet
The nurse tells juliet that she can either get married or get kicked to the streets
This day’s black fate on more days doth depend.
This but begins the woe others must end.
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.
A gentler judgment vanished from his lips:
Not body’s death, but body’s banishment.
ROMEO
Ha, banishment? Be merciful, say “death,”
For exile hath more terror in his look,
Much more than death. Do not say “banishment.”
These times of woe afford no times to woo.—
Madam, good night. Commend me to your
daughter.
I will, and know her mind early tomorrow.
Tonight she’s mewed up to her heaviness.
Marry, my child, early next Thursday morn
The gallant, young, and noble gentleman,
The County Paris, at Saint Peter’s Church
Shall happily make thee there a joyful bride.
Now, by Saint Peter’s Church, and Peter too,
He shall not make me there a joyful bride!
Scene 1
Scene 2
Scene 3
Scene 4
Scene 5
Mercutio dies from tybalt. and then romeo gets revenge and kills tybalt
The nurse tells juliet that romeo killed tybalt
Frier Banishes romeo from the land
Capulet gives paris permission to marry juliet
The nurse tells juliet that she can either get married or get kicked to the streets
This day’s black fate on more days doth depend.
This but begins the woe others must end.
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.
A gentler judgment vanished from his lips:
Not body’s death, but body’s banishment.
ROMEO
Ha, banishment? Be merciful, say “death,”
For exile hath more terror in his look,
Much more than death. Do not say “banishment.”
These times of woe afford no times to woo.—
Madam, good night. Commend me to your
daughter.
I will, and know her mind early tomorrow.
Tonight she’s mewed up to her heaviness.
Marry, my child, early next Thursday morn
The gallant, young, and noble gentleman,
The County Paris, at Saint Peter’s Church
Shall happily make thee there a joyful bride.
Now, by Saint Peter’s Church, and Peter too,
He shall not make me there a joyful bride!
Scene 1
Scene 2
Scene 3
Scene 4
Scene 5
Mercutio dies from tybalt. and then romeo gets revenge and kills tybalt
The nurse tells juliet that romeo killed tybalt
Frier Banishes romeo from the land
Capulet gives paris permission to marry juliet
The nurse tells juliet that she can either get married or get kicked to the streets
This day’s black fate on more days doth depend.
This but begins the woe others must end.
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.
A gentler judgment vanished from his lips:
Not body’s death, but body’s banishment.
ROMEO
Ha, banishment? Be merciful, say “death,”
For exile hath more terror in his look,
Much more than death. Do not say “banishment.”
These times of woe afford no times to woo.—
Madam, good night. Commend me to your
daughter.
I will, and know her mind early tomorrow.
Tonight she’s mewed up to her heaviness.
Marry, my child, early next Thursday morn
The gallant, young, and noble gentleman,
The County Paris, at Saint Peter’s Church
Shall happily make thee there a joyful bride.
Now, by Saint Peter’s Church, and Peter too,
He shall not make me there a joyful bride!
Scene 1
Scene 2
Scene 3
Scene 4
Scene 5
Mercutio dies from tybalt. and then romeo gets revenge and kills tybalt
The nurse tells juliet that romeo killed tybalt
Frier Banishes romeo from the land
Capulet gives paris permission to marry juliet
The nurse tells juliet that she can either get married or get kicked to the streets
This day’s black fate on more days doth depend.
This but begins the woe others must end.
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.
A gentler judgment vanished from his lips:
Not body’s death, but body’s banishment.
ROMEO
Ha, banishment? Be merciful, say “death,”
For exile hath more terror in his look,
Much more than death. Do not say “banishment.”
These times of woe afford no times to woo.—
Madam, good night. Commend me to your
daughter.
I will, and know her mind early tomorrow.
Tonight she’s mewed up to her heaviness.
Marry, my child, early next Thursday morn
The gallant, young, and noble gentleman,
The County Paris, at Saint Peter’s Church
Shall happily make thee there a joyful bride.
Now, by Saint Peter’s Church, and Peter too,
He shall not make me there a joyful bride!