And with this knife I'll help it presently. But soft, what light through yonder window breaks? whence come you? Tut, man, one fire burns out another's burning. Good night, good night! Thank me no thankings, nor, proud me no prouds. Lesson 5. A hall, a hall! I bring thee tidings of the prince's doom. will she none? Hist! and what says. Murder'd her kinsman. O, look! Their course of love, the tidings of her death: And here he writes that he did buy a poison. And is it not well served in to a sweet goose? Dost thou not bring me letters from the friar? And with a silk thread plucks it back again. We have a trifling foolish banquet towards. Thou counterfeit'st a bark, a sea, a wind; For still thy eyes, which I may call the sea. I warrant thee, my man's as true as steel. my life is my foe's debt. Some consequence yet hanging in the stars, With this night's revels and expire the term. Her wagon-spokes made of long spiders' legs. Complete text of play. Here's one, a friend, and one that knows you well. Three civil brawls, bred of an airy word. By leaving earth? Your first is dead; or 'twere as good he were. comfort me, counsel me. So stakes me to the ground I cannot move. Leave me, and do the thing I bid thee do. What dares the slave. Why, how now, kinsman! Of twenty men, it would dispatch you straight. Romeo and Juliet – Contoh Text Narrative Cerita Cinta dalam Bahasa Inggris. Lesson 2. Madam, madam, madam! Romeo, doff thy name, And for that name which is no part of thee. Game. Romeo, there dead, was husband to that Juliet; And she, there dead, that Romeo's faithful wife: I married them; and their stol'n marriage-day, Was Tybalt's dooms-day, whose untimely death. Whose names are written there, and to them say. Stay not to question, for the watch is coming; What's here? Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades, Of healths five-fathom deep; and then anon. Shall keep his native progress, but surcease: No warmth, no breath, shall testify thou livest; The roses in thy lips and cheeks shall fade. O, in this love, you love your child so ill. That you run mad, seeing that she is well: She's not well married that lives married long; But she's best married that dies married young. How oft when men are at the point of death, Have they been merry! It helps not, it prevails not: talk no more. Come, bitter conduct, come, unsavoury guide! the, The pox of such antic, lisping, affecting. O, tell not me of fear! O me! For fear of that, I still will stay with thee; With worms that are thy chamber-maids; O, here. Or in my cell there would she kill herself. On Lammas-eve at night shall she be fourteen; That shall she, marry; I remember it well. Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs; Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; Being vex'd a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears: What is it else? Did you ne'er hear say. To say to me that thou art out of breath? answer to that; Say either, and I'll stay the circumstance: Well, you have made a simple choice; you know not, how to choose a man: Romeo! Follow me close, for I will speak to them. My back o' t' other side,--O, my back, my back! Not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes. O God! Be sacrificed, some hour before his time. and, by my holidame, The pretty wretch left crying and said 'Ay.'. Farewell, my lord. what light through yonder window breaks? Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love. To help to take her from her borrow'd grave. Be fickle, fortune; For then, I hope, thou wilt not keep him long. Hast thou slain Tybalt? Hark, how they knock! Bear hence this body and attend our will: Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill. How! Romeo, doff thy name, And for that name which is no part of thee 895 Take all myself. That thou hast done me; therefore turn and draw. is worn, the jest may remain after the wearing sole singular. Have you got leave to go to shrift to-day? But thou shalt hear it: whistle then to me. ways, wench; serve God. On Thursday next be married to this county. The clock struck nine when I did send the nurse; Perchance she cannot meet him: that's not so. Nor bide the encounter of assailing eyes. In William Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet , a long feud between the Montague and Capulet families disrupts the city of Verona and causes tragic results for Romeo and Juliet. In Stock. I pray, sir, can you read? Thou shalt be logger-head. And may not wear them. 'Romeo is banished!'. O single-soled jest, solely singular for the. Honest nurse, farewell. Alas, my liege, my wife is dead to-night; Grief of my son's exile hath stopp'd her breath: What further woe conspires against mine age? What, nurse, I say! Wilt thou provoke me? So shalt thou show me friendship. Good prudence; smatter with your gossips, go. Where is she? Where be these enemies? To hear true shrift. I'll tell thee as we pass; but this I pray. It was. Ah me! And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence. for what purpose, love? here comes. give this ring to my true knight. 'Proud,' and 'I thank you,' and 'I thank you not;'. Come, is the bride ready to go to church? out; what she bade me say, I will keep to myself: but first let me tell ye, if ye should lead her into, a fool's paradise, as they say, it were a very gross, kind of behavior, as they say: for the gentlewoman, is young; and, therefore, if you should deal double, with her, truly it were an ill thing to be offered. very well took, i' faith; if you be he, sir, I desire some confidence with. Will it not be? I will tell her, sir, that you do protest; which, as. We must talk in secret:--nurse, come back again; I have remember'd me, thou's hear our counsel. such a case as mine a man may strain courtesy. it is nor hand, nor foot. JULIET O Romeo, Romeo! Shakespeare’s play about the doomed romance of two teenagers from feuding families is the most famous love story ever written. can you love the gentleman? What say you, James Soundpost? One more, most welcome, makes my number more. Dry up your tears, and stick your rosemary. This day's black fate on more days doth depend; This but begins the woe, others must end. Ah, poor my lord, what tongue shall smooth thy name. To know our further pleasure in this case. And the place death, considering who thou art. [Aside] I am almost afraid to stand alone. My love as deep; the more I give to thee. Editors choose which version to use as their base text, and then amend that text with words, lines or speech prefixes from the other versions that, in their judgment, make for a better or more accurate text. O think'st thou we shall ever meet again? Gentlemen, for shame, forbear this outrage! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night. A right fair mark, fair coz, is soonest hit. Then hie you hence to Friar Laurence' cell; There stays a husband to make you a wife: Now comes the wanton blood up in your cheeks. O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees. To follow this fair corse unto her grave: The heavens do lour upon you for some ill; Move them no more by crossing their high will. Hold; get you gone, be strong and prosperous, In this resolve: I'll send a friar with speed. Alack the day, she's dead, she's dead, she's dead! Time out o' mind the fairies' coachmakers. She wakes; and I entreated her come forth. Which ten times faster glide than the sun's beams. Back in Verona, Friar John, who was supposed to deliver the letter to Romeo telling him about the plan, apologizes to Friar Laurence for his inability to complete the task. Either my eyesight fails, or thou look'st pale. Sweet, sweet, sweet nurse, tell me, what says my love? But to the earth some special good doth give, Nor aught so good but strain'd from that fair use. And turns it to exile; there art thou happy: A pack of blessings lights up upon thy back; Thou pout'st upon thy fortune and thy love: Take heed, take heed, for such die miserable. Thou desirest me to stop in my tale against the hair. Now old desire doth in his death-bed lie. He jests at scars that never felt a wound. Where bloody Tybalt, yet but green in earth. So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows. Ay, those attires are best: but, gentle nurse. He heareth not, he stirreth not, he moveth not; I conjure thee by Rosaline's bright eyes. 'Yea,' quoth he, 'dost thou fall upon thy face? — As You Like It, Act V Scene 1, Plays
All forsworn, all naught, all dissemblers. Is Rosaline, whom thou didst love so dear, So soon forsaken? I say, he shall: go to; You'll not endure him! call her forth to me. Yon light is not day-light, I know it, I: Therefore stay yet; thou need'st not to be gone. Give me my Romeo; and, when he shall die. Ha! That pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear; Nightly she sings on yon pomegranate-tree: Believe me, love, it was the nightingale. Stuff'd, as they say, with honourable parts. For sweet discourses in our time to come. Ah, well-a-day! And shrieks like mandrakes' torn out of the earth, That living mortals, hearing them, run mad:--. Among the Montagues was Romeo, a hot-blooded young man with an eye for the ladies. thy Juliet is alive. Tybalt's death. Well, think of marriage now; younger than you. a madness most discreet. here lies the county slain. How is't, my soul? Hold, take this letter; early in the morning. I must be gone and live, or stay and die. eye but such an eye would spy out such a quarrel? Is three long hours, yet she is not come. What is yond gentleman? Romeo and Juliet. ROMEO O she doth teach the torches to burn bright. Without his roe, like a dried herring: flesh, flesh, how art thou fishified! Come hither, nurse. To enter in the thoughts of desperate men! This night I hold an old accustom'd feast. God shall mend my soul! For I will raise her statue in pure gold; There shall no figure at such rate be set. My dreams presage some joyful news at hand: My bosom's lord sits lightly in his throne; Lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts. Poison hath residence and medicine power: For this, being smelt, with that part cheers each part; Being tasted, slays all senses with the heart. Dost thou love me? That you are now a maid. In this death-filled setting, the movement from love at first sight to the lovers’ final union in death seems almost inevitable. So shall you feel the loss, but not the friend. From this world-wearied flesh. Nay, he's a flower; in faith, a very flower. Play'd for a pair of stainless maidenhoods: Hood my unmann'd blood, bating in my cheeks. too, and suffer every knave to use me at his pleasure? I would thou hadst my bones, and I thy news: Nay, come, I pray thee, speak; good, good nurse, speak. Marry, sir, because silver hath a sweet sound. Shall I be married then to-morrow morning? Write a comment and tell us what you think. To move the heavens to smile upon my state. O, she says nothing, sir, but weeps and weeps; And now falls on her bed; and then starts up. and foot it, girls. And Tybalt calls; and then on Romeo cries, Did murder her; as that name's cursed hand. Peter, take my fan, and go before and apace. Dove-feather'd raven! Enough of this; I pray thee, hold thy peace. Pray you, put up your dagger, and put out your wit. Must climb a bird's nest soon when it is dark: I am the drudge and toil in your delight. Speak, nephew, were you by when it began? he is already dead; stabbed with a, white wench's black eye; shot through the ear with a, love-song; the very pin of his heart cleft with the, blind bow-boy's butt-shaft: and is he a man to, More than prince of cats, I can tell you. love, lord, ay, husband, friend! friends, part!' And, in despite, I'll cram thee with more food! she's cold: Her blood is settled, and her joints are stiff; Life and these lips have long been separated: Upon the sweetest flower of all the field. Thy purpose marriage, send me word to-morrow. To hear good counsel: O, what learning is! When but love's shadows are so rich in joy! Thou and these woes were all for Rosaline: And art thou changed? That plats the manes of horses in the night. Then love-devouring death do what he dare; And in their triumph die, like fire and powder, Which as they kiss consume: the sweetest honey. Ah, sirrah, this unlook'd-for sport comes well. For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch. Bondage is hoarse, and may not speak aloud; Else would I tear the cave where Echo lies. That I will show you shining at this feast. That birds would sing and think it were not night. She's dead, deceased, she's dead; alack the day! hold your tongue. what, ladybird! 'Your love says, like an honest gentleman. Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell. To Juliet's grave; for there must I use thee. GCSE English Literature Romeo and Juliet learning resources for adults, children, parents and teachers. Shall Romeo by my letters know our drift, Will watch thy waking, and that very night. fast, I warrant her, she: Why, lamb! Stand up; Who knocks so hard? I will carry no crotchets: I'll re you. That he dares ne'er come back to challenge you; Or, if he do, it needs must be by stealth. Ay, you have been a mouse-hunt in your time; But I will watch you from such watching now. And stay, good nurse, behind the abbey wall: Within this hour my man shall be with thee. Since arm from arm that voice doth us affray. He came with flowers to strew his lady's grave; Anon comes one with light to ope the tomb; This letter doth make good the friar's words. God join'd my heart and Romeo's, thou our hands; And ere this hand, by thee to Romeo seal'd. To loathe the taste of sweetness, whereof a little More than a little is by much too much. What, man! The text numbers the lines, including those … O life! I hate the word. The day to cheer and night's dank dew to dry. Ties up my tongue, and will not let me speak. Any man that can write may answer a letter. Gentlemen, good den: a word with one of you. Of all the days of the year, upon that day: Sitting in the sun under the dove-house wall; When it did taste the wormwood on the nipple. I know thou wilt say 'Ay,'. whore!' ROMEO Whatlady’sthat? ', O, musicians, because my heart itself plays 'My. In herbs, plants, stones, and their true qualities: For nought so vile that on the earth doth live. That he should hither come as this dire night. a very tall man! But come, young waverer, come, go with me. Switch and spurs, switch and spurs; or I'll cry a match. This letter he early bid me give his father. This shouldn't take more than a minute, depending on the speed of your Internet connection. 'Tis more, 'tis more, his son is elder, sir; [To a Servingman] What lady is that, which doth. All texts are in the public domain and be used freely for any purpose. Or, wanting that, with tears distill'd by moans: Nightly shall be to strew thy grave and weep. No, no: this shall forbid it: lie thou there. Nurse! She speaks yet she says nothing: what of that? why 'music with her silver. His agile arm beats down their fatal points, And 'twixt them rushes; underneath whose arm, An envious thrust from Tybalt hit the life, And to 't they go like lightning, for, ere I. young men's love then lies. Send for the county; go tell him of this: I'll have this knot knit up to-morrow morning. What if her eyes were there, they in her head? O, she is lame! Which once untangled, much misfortune bodes: This is the hag, when maids lie on their backs. For then she could stand alone; nay, by the rood. Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air. I aim'd so near, when I supposed you loved. How long is't now since last yourself and I. And I will make thee think thy swan a crow. Evermore weeping for your cousin's death? The vaulty heaven so high above our heads: I have more care to stay than will to go: Come, death, and welcome! So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd, Retain that dear perfection which he owes. Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest! And needly will be rank'd with other griefs, Why follow'd not, when she said 'Tybalt's dead,'. But it is largely Juliet who makes the play come alive. Give me that mattock and the wrenching iron. What, lamb! Adding to clouds more clouds with his deep sighs; Should in the furthest east begin to draw. and by the operation of the second cup draws. I tell thee what: get thee to church o' Thursday, My fingers itch. I dreamt my lady came and found me dead--, Strange dream, that gives a dead man leave. Therefore farewell; I see thou know'st me not. And bid him come to take his last farewell. A thing like death to chide away this shame. Tybalt, the reason that I have to love thee. Ah, what an unkind hour, I hear some noise. In man as well as herbs, grace and rude will; Full soon the canker death eats up that plant. Her nurse is privy: and, if aught in this. Now, nurse, what news? Tybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet? the all-seeing sun. Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing. Go thy. and how doth she? Wife! For Ine’ersawtruebeautytillthisnight. You, to remove that siege of grief from her, Betroth'd and would have married her perforce, And, with wild looks, bid me devise some mean. Stay, then; I'll go alone. A churchyard; in it a tomb belonging to the Capulets. Tut, you saw her fair, none else being by. Monday! O'er ladies ' lips, who straight on kisses dream. O, for a falconer's voice. Shall I not, then, be stifled in the vault. To season love, that of it doth not taste! Did my heart love till now? They'll be in scarlet straight at any news. Roméo et Juliette (Romeo and Juliet) est une tragédie de William Shakespeare. For I am proverb'd with a grandsire phrase; The game was ne'er so fair, and I am done. Vile earth, to earth resign; end motion here; That ever I should live to see thee dead! As that the villain lives which slaughter'd him. What, shall this speech be spoke for our excuse? What cursed foot wanders this way to-night. Montague! I'll give thee armour to keep off that word: To comfort thee, though thou art banished. Give me some present counsel, or, behold, 'Twixt my extremes and me this bloody knife, Which the commission of thy years and art. Wilt thou be gone? Ships from and sold by Amazon.com. Hear me with patience but to speak a word. Print an activity for the story. 3. Friar John, go hence; Get me an iron crow, and bring it straight. That in gold clasps locks in the golden story; So shall you share all that he doth possess. Here's such a coil! why call you for a sword? How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night. I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks: Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Having some business, do entreat her eyes. More light, you knaves; and turn the tables up. are you up? Romeo and Juliet Adaptations. And find delight writ there with beauty's pen; And what obscured in this fair volume lies. And the demesnes that there adjacent lie. Pretty too! God save the mark!--here on his manly breast: Pale, pale as ashes, all bedaub'd in blood. No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a, church-door; but 'tis enough,'twill serve: ask for, me to-morrow, and you shall find me a grave man. Now seeming sweet convert to bitter gall. That she doth give her sorrow so much sway. Well, Juliet, I will lie with thee to-night. O, teach me how I should forget to think. That thou her maid art far more fair than she: And none but fools do wear it; cast it off. To the dead bodies: I will apprehend him. thy wits than, I am sure, I have in my whole five: Thou wast never with me for any thing when thou wast. And all those twenty could but kill one life. With piercing steel at bold Mercutio's breast. It is, written, that the shoemaker should meddle with his, yard, and the tailor with his last, the fisher with, his pencil, and the painter with his nets; but I am, sent to find those persons whose names are here, writ, and can never find what names the writing. In the town of Verona there lived two families, the Capulets and the Montagues. I saw no man use you a pleasure; if I had, my weapon, should quickly have been out, I warrant you: I dare, draw as soon as another man, if I see occasion in a, Now, afore God, I am so vexed, that every part about. The Shakescleare version of Romeo and Juliet contains the complete original play alongisde a line-by-line modern English translation. All acts & scenes are listed on the Romeo & Juliet original text page, or linked to from the bottom of this page. What, is my daughter gone to Friar Laurence? Give me a torch: I am not for this ambling; Nay, gentle Romeo, we must have you dance. The dashing rocks thy sea-sick weary bark! Why the devil came you between us? I have forgot that name, and that name's woe. And thou dismember'd with thine own defence. that runs lolling up and down to hide his bauble in a hole. Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end: O churl! Sovereign, here lies the County Paris slain; Search, seek, and know how this foul murder comes. Be heap'd like mine and that thy skill be more, To blazon it, then sweeten with thy breath, This neighbour air, and let rich music's tongue. Romeo, come forth; come forth, thou fearful man: Father, what news? Let me see the county; Ay, marry, go, I say, and fetch him hither. That one short minute gives me in her sight: Do thou but close our hands with holy words. Taking thy part, hath rush'd aside the law. you'll be the man! Stand not amazed: the prince will doom thee death. Lies my consent and fair according voice. Tybalt, here slain, whom Romeo's hand did slay; Romeo that spoke him fair, bade him bethink, How nice the quarrel was, and urged withal. If I may trust the flattering truth of sleep. But, as it seems, did violence on herself. Stay awhile! On Thursday, sir? Susan and she--God rest all Christian souls!--. I do but keep the peace: put up thy sword. And stint thou too, I pray thee, nurse, say I. That murder'd my love's cousin, with which grief, And here is come to do some villanous shame. Came I to take her from her kindred's vault; But when I came, some minute ere the time. Then say at once what thou dost know in this. From love's weak childish bow she lives unharm'd. Will you go to them? Farewell! 'Tis but the pale reflex of Cynthia's brow; Nor that is not the lark, whose notes do beat. 'Zounds, a dog, a rat, a mouse, a, cat, to scratch a man to death! need you my help? True; and therefore women, being the weaker vessels, are ever thrust to the wall: therefore I will push, Montague's men from the wall, and thrust his maids. Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. ah sir! Hold, take these keys, and fetch more spices, nurse. Thou know'st my daughter's of a pretty age. Juliet wills it so. The grey-eyed morn smiles on the frowning night. take me with you, take me with you, wife. O here's a wit of cheveril, that stretches from an, I stretch it out for that word 'broad;' which added. a lantern, slaughter'd youth, For here lies Juliet, and her beauty makes. Soon sleep in quiet. Who set this ancient quarrel new abroach? Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake. A torch for me: let wantons light of heart. Introducing Juliet. The County Paris, at Saint Peter's Church. And hire those horses; I'll be with thee straight. Lord of the Flies by William Golding Mass Market Paperback $5.99. when 'twas a little prating thing:--O, there, is a nobleman in town, one Paris, that would fain, lay knife aboard; but she, good soul, had as lief, see a toad, a very toad, as see him. I pray thee, chide not; she whom I love now. What's he that follows there, that would not dance? I will bite thee by the ear for that jest. We'll keep no great ado,--a friend or two; For, hark you, Tybalt being slain so late. she that makes dainty. Answer. Pardon, good Mercutio, my business was great; and in. Till she had laid it and conjured it down; Is fair and honest, and in his mistres s' name. Sweet flower, with flowers thy bridal bed I strew,--. Go, get thee to thy love, as was decreed. Why rail'st thou on thy birth, the heaven, and earth? A right good mark-man! poor bankrupt, break at once! Within three hours will fair Juliet wake: Poor living corse, closed in a dead man's tomb! Hadst thou no poison mix'd, no sharp-ground knife. It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden; Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be. Écrite vers le début de sa carrière, elle raconte l'histoire de deux jeunes gens, Roméo Montaigu et Juliette Capulet, qui s'aiment malgré la haine que se vouent leurs familles et connaissent un destin funeste. Ere one can say 'It lightens.' He swung about his head and cut the winds. JULIET Ay me! To turn your households' rancour to pure love. Arms, take your last embrace! Fie, fie, thou shamest thy shape, thy love, thy wit; Which should bedeck thy shape, thy love, thy wit: Killing that love which thou hast vow'd to cherish; Thy wit, that ornament to shape and love. Come, civil night. Ah, word ill urged to one that is so ill! One nick-name for her purblind son and heir. Well, Wednesday is too soon. To twinkle in their spheres till they return. Things have fall'n out, sir, so unluckily. thou dost not mark me. Death, lie thou there, by a dead man interr'd. O my dear kinsman! And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats. Shall give him such an unaccustom'd dram. Capulet! Brief sounds determine of my weal or woe. When theirs are dry, for Romeo's banishment. how is it with her? This love feel I, that feel no love in this. my soul, and not my child! What, cheerly, my hearts! and, swifter than. Romeo and Juliet is een Brits-Italiaanse film uit 1968; het is een filmbewerking van het toneelstuk met dezelfde naam van William Shakespeare. [Aside] For all this same, I'll hide me hereabout: His looks I fear, and his intents I doubt. Sups the fair Rosaline whom thou so lovest. Good thou, save, me a piece of marchpane; and, as thou lovest me, let. Lesson 1. Hunting thee hence with hunt's-up to the day. Marry, my child, early next Thursday morn. With love's light wings did I o'er-perch these walls; And what love can do that dares love attempt; If they do see thee, they will murder thee. say thou but 'I,', And that bare vowel 'I' shall poison more. Cheerly, boys; be. I doubt it not; and all these woes shall serve. Bliss be upon you! that which we call a rose. Turning his face to the dew-dropping south. Day, night, hour, tide, time, work, play, Alone, in company, still my care hath been, To have her match'd: and having now provided. Is thy news good, or bad? and strength shall help afford. And gladly shunn'd who gladly fled from me. O, now I would they had changed voices too!