Romeo: O my betossèd soul… (5.3.74-81)

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 […]

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Romeo: 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!                         […]

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Paris, 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 […]

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Cramming 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           […]

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Hungry 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 […]

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Balthasar, 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 […]

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True 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 […]

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Paris 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                         […]

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Night. 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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