Romeo and Juliet Act 2 Scene 1

Romeo and Juliet Act 2 Scene 1
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  • Come, he hath hid himself among these trees, To be consorted with the humorous night: Blind is his love and best befits the dark.
  • If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark.Now will he sit under a medlar tree,And wish his mistress were that kind of fruit as maids call medlars, when they laugh alone.Romeo, that she were, O, that she wereAn open et caetera, thou a poperin pear!Romeo, good night: I'll to my truckle-bed;This field-bed is too cold for me to sleep:Come, shall we go?
  • then they talk of marrage
  • lady, by yonder Blessed moon i vow, that tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops-
  • O swear not by the moon, th'inconstant moon, that monthly changes in her circled orb, lest that thy love prove prove likewise variable.
  • I pray thee, chide me not. Her I love now Doth grace for grace and love for love allow; the other did not so.
  • O she Know well thy love did read by rote, that could not spell. But come, young waverer, come, go with me; In one respect I'll thy assistant be: so this alliance may so happy prove, to turn your households' rancour to pure love.
  • Bid her devise some means to come to shrift this afternoon, and there she shall at Friar Laurence' cell be shrived and married. Here is for thy pains.
  • I will tell her, sir, that you do protest, which, as I take it, is a gentlemanlike offer.
  • Then hie you hence toFriar Laurence' cell; There stays a husband to make you a wife. Now comes the wanton blood up in your cheeks; They'll be in scarlet straight at any news. Hie you to church; I must another way, to fetch a ladder by which your love must climb a bird's-nest soon when it is dark. i am the drudge, and toil in your daylight, but you shall bear the burden soon at night. Go-I'll to dinner-hie you to the cell.
  • Hie to high fortune! Honest nurse, farewell.
  • Conceit, more rich in matter than in words, brags of his substance, not of ornament.nThey 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.
  • Come, come with me, and we will make short work; for, by your leaves, you shall not stay alone till holy church incorporate two in one.
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