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 […]
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 […]
Continue ReadingHow fast will be fast enough? (5.2.20-30)
FRIAR LAWRENCE Friar John, go hence, Get me an iron crow and bring it straight Unto my cell. FRIAR JOHN Brother, I’ll go and bring it thee. Exit. FRIAR LAWRENCE Now must I to the monument alone, Within this three hours will fair Juliet wake. She will beshrew me much that […]
Continue ReadingBut what about the letter?! (5.2.13-20)
FRIAR LAWRENCE Who bare my letter then to Romeo? FRIAR JOHN I could not send it – here it is again – Nor get a messenger to bring it thee, So fearful were they of infection. FRIAR LAWRENCE Unhappy fortune! By my brotherhood, The letter was not nice but full of charge, […]
Continue ReadingThe incompetent Friar John (5.2.1-12)
[5.2] Enter FRIAR JOHN. FRIAR JOHN Holy Franciscan Friar, brother, ho! Enter [FRIAR] LAWRENCE. FRIAR LAWRENCE This same should be the voice of Friar John. Welcome from Mantua. What says Romeo? Or if his mind be writ, give me his letter. FRIAR JOHN Going to find a barefoot brother out, One of our […]
Continue ReadingPoverty and will, gold, poison, and cordial (5.1.75-86)
APOTHECARY My poverty, but not my will, consents. ROMEO I pay thy poverty and not thy will. APOTHECARY Put this in any liquid thing you will And drink it off, and if you had the strength Of twenty men, it would dispatch you straight. ROMEO There is thy gold, worse poison to men’s […]
Continue ReadingThe world is not thy friend (and life is unfair) (5.1.66-74)
APOTHECARY Such mortal drugs I have, but Mantua’s law Is death to any he that utters them. ROMEO Art thou so bare and full of wretchedness, And fearest to die? Famine is in thy cheeks, Need and oppression starveth in thy eyes, Contempt and beggary hangs upon thy back; The […]
Continue ReadingForty ducats, make it quick (5.1.57-65)
ROMEO What ho, apothecary! [Enter APOTHECARY.] APOTHECARY Who calls so loud? ROMEO Come hither, man. I see that thou art poor. Hold, there is forty ducats; let me have A dram of poison, such soon-speeding gear As will disperse itself through all the veins, That the life-weary taker may fall dead, […]
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