ROMEO Let me peruse this face. Mercutio’s kinsman, noble County Paris! What said my man, when my betossèd soul Did not attend him as we rode? I think He told me Paris should have married Juliet. Said he not so? or did I dream it so? Or am […]
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Poor Paris… (5.3.68-74)
PARIS I do defy thy conjuration, And apprehend thee for a felon here. ROMEO Wilt thou provoke me? then have at thee, boy! [They fight.] PAGE O Lord, they fight! I will go call the Watch. [Exit] PARIS O, I am slain! [Falls.] If thou be merciful, Open the tomb, lay […]
Continue ReadingRomeo: don’t make me angry (5.3.58-67)
ROMEO I must indeed, and therefore came I hither. Good gentle youth, tempt not a desp’rate man, Fly hence and leave me. Think upon these gone, Let them affright thee. I beseech thee, youth, Put not another sin upon my head, By urging me to fury: O be gone! […]
Continue ReadingParis, mistaken (5.3.49-57)
PARIS This is that banished haughty Montague, That murdered my love’s cousin, with which grief It is supposèd the fair creature died, And here is come to do some villainous shame To the dead bodies. I will apprehend him. [Steps forth.] Stop thy unhallowed toil, vile Montague! Can […]
Continue ReadingCramming the rotten maw of death (5.3.40-48)
BALTHASAR I will be gone, sir, and not trouble ye. ROMEO So shalt thou show me friendship. Take thou that, [Gives a purse.] Live and be prosperous, and farewell, good fellow. BALTHASAR [Aside] For all this same, I’ll hide me hereabout, His looks I fear, and his intents I doubt. [Retires.] ROMEO […]
Continue ReadingHungry graveyard, roaring sea. Savage-wild (5.3.33-39)
ROMEO But if thou, jealous, dost return to pry In what I farther shall intend to do, By heaven, I will tear thee joint by joint, And strew this hungry graveyard with thy limbs. The time and my intents are savage-wild, More fierce and more inexorable far Than empty […]
Continue ReadingBalthasar, be gone! and, a precious ring (5.3.25-32)
ROMEO Give me the light. Upon thy life I charge thee, What e’er thou hear’st or seest, stand all aloof, And do not interrupt me in my course. Why I descend into this bed of death Is partly to behold my lady’s face, But chiefly to take thence from her […]
Continue ReadingTrue love’s rite? (5.3.18-24)
Whistle Boy. PARIS The boy gives warning, something doth approach. What cursèd foot wanders this way tonight, To cross my obsequies and true love’s rite? What, with a torch? Muffle me, night, a while. [Retires] EnterROMEO and [BALTHASAR with a torch, a mattock, and a crow of iron]. ROMEO Give me that mattock […]
Continue ReadingParis mourns. Poor Paris (genuinely) (5.3.12-17)
[Paris strews the tomb with flowers.] PARIS Sweet flower, with flowers thy bridal bed I strew – O woe, thy canopy is dust and stones! – Which with sweet water nightly I will dew, Or wanting that, with tears distilled by moans. The obsequies that I for thee will keep […]
Continue ReadingNight. A graveyard. Paris, jittery. (5.3.1-11)
[5.3] Enter PARIS and his PAGE [with flowers and sweet water and a torch]. PARIS Give me thy torch, boy. Hence, and stand aloof. Yet put it out, for I would not be seen. Under yond yew trees lay thee all along, Holding thy ear close to the hollow ground, So shall no […]
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