Grief, and love, and the sharpest of wits (3.5.68-73)

LADY CAPULET         Why how now, Juliet? JULIET                                                                        Madam, I am not well. LADY CAPULET         Evermore weeping for your cousin’s death?                                     What, wilt thou wash him from his grave with tears?                                     And if thou couldst, thou couldst not make him live;                                     Therefore have done. Some grief shows much of love,                                     But much […]

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Enter Mother, and some musings about clothes (3.5.64-67)

Enter Mother [LADY CAPULET below]. LADY CAPULET                                 Ho, daughter, are you up? JULIET                                    Who is’t that calls? It is my lady mother.                                     Is she not down so late, or up so early?                                     What unaccustomed cause procures her hither? [She goeth down from the window and enters below.] (3.5.64-7) If – despite all my compelling […]

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O Fortune, send him back! (3.5.60-64)

JULIET                        O Fortune, Fortune, all men call thee fickle;                         If thou art fickle, what dost thou with him                         That is renowned for faith? Be fickle, Fortune:                         For then I hope thou wilt not keep him long,                         But send him back.               (3.5.60-64) This is Juliet trying to get a grip on herself, […]

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O God! Adieu, adieu! (3.5.51-59)

JULIET                        O think’st thou we shall ever meet again? ROMEO           I doubt it not, and all these woes shall serve                         For sweet discourses in our times to come! JULIET                        O God, I have an ill-divining soul!                         Methinks I see thee now, thou art so low,                         As one dead in the bottom of […]

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A parting kiss (3.5.42-50)

ROMEO           Farewell, farewell! one kiss, and I’ll descend.                         [He goeth down.] JULIET                        Art thou gone so, love, lord, ay husband, friend?                         I must hear from thee every day in the hour,                         For in a minute there are many days.                         O, by this count I shall be much in years                         Ere […]

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Day – break… (3.5.37-41)

Enter NURSE [hastily]. NURSE            Madam! JULIET                        Nurse? NURSE            Your lady mother is coming to your chamber.                         The day is broke, be wary, look about.       [Exit.] JULIET                        Then window, let day in, and let life out. (3.5.37-41) Staging. The Nurse must enter below, if the lovers are aloft, at the window; she might enter at […]

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Lighter, and lighter, and darker still (3.5.27-36)

JULIET                        It is the lark that sings so out of tune,                         Straining harsh discords and unpleasing sharps.                         Some say the lark makes sweet division:                         This doth not so, for she divideth us.                         Some say the lark and loathèd toad changed eyes;                         O now I would they had changed voices too, […]

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No more time for talk (3.5.23-26)

ROMEO           I have more care to stay than will to go:                         Come, death, and welcome! Juliet wills it so.                         How is’t, my soul? Let’s talk, it is not day. JULIET          It is, it is, hie hence, be gone, away! (3.5.23-26) Romeo does, momentarily at least, seem to have convinced […]

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Grey eyes (and an unexpected owl. Possibly.) (3.5.17-22)

ROMEO           Let me be ta’en, let me be put to death,                         I am content, so thou wilt have it so.                         I’ll say yond grey is not the morning’s eye,                         ’Tis but the pale reflex of Cynthia’s brow;                         Nor that is not the lark whose notes do beat                         The vaulty heaven […]

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Not daybreak, but a friendly meteor (3.5.12-16)

JULIET                        Yond light is not daylight, I know it, I:                         It is some meteor that the sun exhaled                         To be to thee this night a torch-bearer,                         And light thee on thy way to Mantua.                         Therefore stay yet, thou need’st not to be gone. (3.5.12-16) There’s such an intricate delicacy to the […]

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