Capulet, staying up late with a light heart (and a possible bird) (4.2.37-46)

LADY CAPULET         We shall be short in our provision,                                     ’Tis now near night. CAPULET                                                        Tush, I will stir about,                                     And all things shall be well, I warrant thee, wife:                                     Go thou to Juliet, help to deck up her;                                     I’ll not to bed tonight; let me alone,                                     I’ll play the huswife […]

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Capulet triumphant, Lady Capulet perplexed – tomorrow?! (4.2.32-36)

JULIET                                    Nurse, will you go with me into my closet,                                     To help me sort such needful ornaments                                     As you think fit to furnish me tomorrow? LADY CAPULET         No, not till Thursday, there is time enough. CAPULET                    Go, Nurse, go with her, we’ll to church tomorrow.                                                             Exeunt [Juliet and Nurse] (4.2.32-36) Now that she’s […]

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A wedding, tomorrow! (4.2.22-31)

CAPULET        Send for the County, go tell him of this.                         I’ll have this knot knit up tomorrow morning. JULIET                        I met the youthful lord at Lawrence’ cell,                         And gave him what becomèd love I might,                         Not stepping o’er the bounds of modesty. CAPULET        Why, I am glad on’t, this is well, stand […]

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Juliet: I’m sorry, and I will do as I’m told (4.2.10-21)

CAPULET        What, is my daughter gone to Friar Lawrence? NURSE            Ay, forsooth. CAPULET        Well, he may chance to do some good on her.                         A peevish self-willed harlotry it is.                                     Enter JULIET. NURSE            See where she comes from shrift with merry look. CAPULET        How now, my headstrong, where have you been gadding? JULIET                        Where I […]

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Party planning, at high speed (4.2.1-9)

[4.2] Enter FatherCAPULET, Mother[LADY CAPULET], NURSE, andSERVINGMEN, two or three. CAPULET                    So many guests invite as here are writ.                                                                                     [Exit Servingman]                                     Sirrah, go hire me twenty cunning cooks. SERVINGMAN            You shall have none ill, sir, for I’ll try if they can lick their fingers. CAPULET                    How can’st thou try them so? SERVINGMAN            Marry, […]

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Give me, give me! a solution! (4.1.121-126)

JULIET                        Give me, give me! O tell not me of fear. FRIAR              Hold, get you gone, be strong and prosperous                         In this resolve; I’ll send a friar with speed                         To Mantua, with my letters to thy lord. JULIET                        Love give me strength, and strength shall help afford.                         Farewell, dear father.                       Exeunt.            (4.1.121-126) […]

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It’s all going to be fine! here endeth my cunning plan (4.1.113-120)

FRIAR              In the mean time, against thou shalt awake,                         Shall Romeo by my letters know our drift,                         And hither shall he come, and he and I                         Will watch thy waking, and that very night                         Shall Romeo bear thee hence to Mantua.                         And this shall free thee from thy present shame, […]

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It’ll be just like you’re actually dead! brilliant or what? (4.1.102-112)

FRIAR              Each part, deprived of supple government,                         Shall stiff and stark and cold appear like death,                         And in this borrowed likeness of shrunk death                         Thou shalt continue two and forty hours,                         And then awake as from a pleasant sleep.                         Now when the bridegroom in the morning comes                         To rouse […]

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Pale and cold, like death (4.1.95-101)

FRIAR              When presently through all thy veins shall run                         A cold and drowsy humour; for no pulse                         Shall keep his native progress, but surcease;                         No warmth, no breath shall testify thou livest;                         The roses in thy lips and cheeks shall fade                         To wanny ashes, thy eyes’ windows fall,                         Like […]

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The Friar’s cunning plan: a potion! (4.1.89-94)

FRIAR              Hold then, go home, be merry, give consent                         To marry Paris. Wednesday is tomorrow;                         Tomorrow night look that thou lie alone,                         Let not the Nurse lie with thee in thy chamber.                         Take thou this vial, being then in bed,                         And this distilling liquor drink thou off… (4.1.89-94) Aha, we […]

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