eye but such an eye would spy out such a quarrel? Juliet laments her misfortune that Romeo is a Montague – the son of her father's enemy. as I discern. Such as would please: 'tis gone, 'tis gone, 'tis gone: You are welcome, gentlemen! Who's there? Who here hath lain these two days buried. Well, he may chance to do some good on her: See where she comes from shrift with merry look. I saw the wound, I saw it with mine eyes,--. How is't, my soul? For shame! come, what says Romeo? Good faith, 'tis day: The county will be here with music straight. Transparent heretics, be burnt for liars! Go, villain, fetch a surgeon. This dagger hath mista'en--for, lo, his house. My lord, I'll tell my lady you will come. He put himself below Juliet and spoke to her in a weak tone, especially during the well-known balcony scene. Come to thy heart as that within my breast! I am none of his flirt-gills; I am, none of his skains-mates. (Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare) Near the very end of Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet, the tragic heroine Juliet awakes from her sleeping draught to find Romeo dead. Find them out whose names are written here! I met the youthful lord at Laurence' cell; Why, I am glad on't; this is well: stand up: This is as't should be. I shall forget, to have thee still stand there. I warrant thee, my man's as true as steel. Ay, while you live, draw your neck out o' the collar. Thou fond mad man, hear me but speak a word. Than the death-darting eye of cockatrice: Or those eyes shut, that make thee answer 'I.'. ah sir! What say'st thou? Then will I lay the serving-creature's dagger on. Hark ye, your Romeo will be here at night: I'll to him; he is hid at Laurence' cell. Which, as he breathed defiance to my ears. 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. there's a French salutation, to your French slop. O, teach me how I should forget to think. Thou, wretched boy, that didst consort him here. Why, is not this a lamentable thing, grandsire, that we should be thus afflicted with, these strange flies, these fashion-mongers, these. Let me see the county; Ay, marry, go, I say, and fetch him hither. By comparing Romeo’s intelligence to an inexperienced soldier whose gunpowder explodes due to his naiveté and negligence, the Friar is emphasizing the carelessness in Romeo’s impulsive character. Where should she be? Give me the light: upon thy life, I charge thee. I should have been more strange, I must confess. Fear comes upon me: Alack, alack, what blood is this, which stains, What mean these masterless and gory swords. Will you go to them? Then mightst thou speak, then mightst thou tear thy hair. My blood for your rude brawls doth lie a-bleeding; But I'll amerce you with so strong a fine. The two protagonists Romeo and Juliet first meet in act 1 scene 3. For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch. Now, Tybalt, take the villain back again, That late thou gavest me; for Mercutio's soul. Which, well thou know'st, is cross, and full of sin. Soliloquy. Ay, madam, from the reach of these my hands: Would none but I might venge my cousin's death! Go thy. They call for dates and quinces in the pastry. I have night's cloak to hide me from their sight; And but thou love me, let them find me here: Than death prorogued, wanting of thy love. What less than dooms-day is the prince's doom? Since you did leave it for my office, sir. We shall be much unfurnished for this time. But come, young waverer, come, go with me. Her whip of cricket's bone, the lash of film. Prepare her, wife, against this wedding-day. O shut the door! And learn me how to lose a winning match. Well, peace be with you, sir: here comes my man. Ay me! and foot it, girls. Not I; unless the breath of heartsick groans. fie, you slug-a-bed! Where are the vile beginners of this fray? Nay, he will answer the letter's master, how he, Alas poor Romeo! In this prologue to Act I of Romeo and Juliet, Shakespeare uses alliteration in the “f” sound of “from”, “forth”, “fatal”, and “foes”; he also alliterates the “l” sound in “loins”, “lovers”, and “life”. My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself, My ears have not yet drunk a hundred words. Take our good meaning, for our judgment sits. Thou villain Capulet,--Hold me not, let me go.
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