JULIET I would not for the world they saw thee here. ROMEO I have night’s cloak to hide me from their eyes, And but thou love me, let them find me here; My life were better ended by their hate, Than death proroguèd, wanting of thy love. JULIET By whose direction found’st […]
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No wall is high enough… (2.2.62-73)
JULIET How cam’st thou hither, tell me, and wherefore? The orchard walls are high and hard to climb, And the place death, considering who thou art, If any of my kinsmen find thee here. ROMEO With love’s light wings did I o’erperch these walls, For stony limits cannot hold love out, […]
Continue ReadingRomeo / Not Romeo (2.2.49-61)
ROMEO I take thee at thy word: Call me but love, and I’ll be new baptised; Henceforth I never will be Romeo. JULIET What man art thou that thus bescreened in night So stumblest on my counsel? ROMEO By a name I know not how to tell thee who I am. […]
Continue ReadingNames, and parts, and the scent of a rose (2.2.38-49)
JULIET ’Tis but thy name that is my enemy; Thou art thyself, though not a Montague. What’s Montague? It is nor hand nor foot, Nor arm nor face, nor any other part Belonging to a man. O be some other name! […]
Continue ReadingRomeo, Romeo: why?! (2.2.33-37)
JULIET O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father, and refuse thy name; Or if thou wilt not, but be sworn my love, And I’ll no longer be a Capulet. ROMEO [Aside] Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this? (2.2.33-37) Up there with Hamlet knowing Yorick really […]
Continue ReadingBright angel (2.2.23-32)
ROMEO See how she leans her cheek upon her hand! O that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek! JULIET Ay me! ROMEO She speaks. O speak again, bright angel, for thou art As glorious to this night, being o’er my head, As is […]
Continue ReadingBright stars (2.2.10-22)
ROMEO It is my lady, O it is my love: O that she knew she were! She speaks, yet she says nothing; what of that? Her eye discourses, I will answer it. I am too bold, ’tis not to me she speaks: Two of the fairest stars in all the […]
Continue ReadingBut soft…. (2.2.1-9)
ROMEO He jests at scars that never felt a wound. But soft, what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief That thou, her maid, art far more […]
Continue ReadingSexy fruit, or, conjuring Romeo 3 (definitely NSFW)
BENVOLIO Come, he hath hid himself among these trees To be consorted with the humorous night: Blind is his love, and best befits the dark. MERCUTIO 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 […]
Continue ReadingConjuring Romeo 2 (slightly more NSFW) (2.1.17-29)
MERCUTIO I conjure thee by Rosaline’s bright eyes, By her high forehead and her scarlet lip, By her fine foot, straight leg, and quivering thigh, And the demesnes that there adjacent lie, That in thy likeness thou appear to us. BENVOLIO And if he hear thee, thou wilt anger him. MERCUTIO […]
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