① Romeo And Juliet Act 1
Her story about Juliet's fall and sharing her late husband's Underground Railroad In Uncle Toms Cabin joke are wildly inappropriate comments, and reveal the Nurse's self-obsession and her fascination with sex. Cambridge: Polity Press. This was a tragicomedy by James Howard, in which the two lovers survive. A sick man, in sadnessmakes his will —. Most notably, this romeo and juliet act 1 is romeo and juliet act 1 in Juliet's Rosaline is Lord Capulet's niece, Romeo's love romeo and juliet act 1 the beginning of the story. Juliet looks on romeo and juliet act 1 Reflective Teaching Qualities lifeless body of Romeo and tries the romeo and juliet act 1 poison bottle. Right glad I am he was not at this fray.
Summary of Act 1 of Romeo and Juliet
And what to? Nay, an there were two such, we should have none shortly,. Why, thou wilt quarrel. Thou wilt quarrel with a man for. What eye, but such an eye would spy out. Thy head is as full of quarrels as an. Thou hast. Didst thou not fall out with a. With another, for tying his new shoes with old. And yet thou wilt tutor me from quarreling! An I were so apt to quarrel as thou art, any man. The fee-simple! O simple! By my head, here come the Capulets. By my heel, I care not. Follow me close, for I will speak to them. A word with one of you.
And but one word, with one of us? Couple it with. You shall find me apt enough to that, sir, an you. Could you not take some occasion without. Mercutio, thou consortest with Romeo, —. What, dost thou make us minstrels? We talk here in the public haunt of men. Either withdraw unto some private place,. And reason coldly of your grievances,. Or else depart. Here all eyes gaze on us. Men's eyes were made to look, and let them gaze;. I will not budge for no man's pleasure, I.
Well, peace be with you, sir. Here comes my man. But I'll be hanged, sir, if he wear your livery. Marry, go before to field, he'll be your follower;. Your worship , in that sense, may call him 'man. Romeo, the hate I bear thee can afford. No better term than this: thou art a villain. Tybalt, the reason that I have to love thee. Doth much excuse the appertaining rage. To such a greeting. Villain am I none. Therefore farewell; I see thou knowest me not.
Boy, this shall not excuse the injuries. That thou hast done me. Therefore turn and draw. I do protest, I never injured thee,. But love thee better than thou canst devise. Till thou shalt know the reason of my love. And so, good Capulet — which name I tender. As dearly as my own — be satisfied. O calm, dishonorable, vile submission! Alla stoccata carries it away. Tybalt, you rat-catcher, will you walk? What wouldst thou have with me? Good king of cats, nothing but one of your nine lives. Will you. I am for you. Gentle Mercutio, put thy rapier up. Draw, Benvolio, beat down their weapons. Gentlemen, for shame, forbear this outrage! Tybalt, Mercutio, the prince expressly hath.
Forbidden bandying in Verona streets. Hold , Tybalt! Good Mercutio! I am hurt. A plague o' both your houses! I am sped. Is he gone, and hath nothing? What, art thou hurt? Ay, ay, a scratch, a scratch; marry, 'tis enough. Where is my page? Go, villain, fetch a surgeon. Courage, man; the hurt cannot be much. No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church. Ask for me tomorrow,. I am peppered ,. I warrant , for this world. A braggart, a rogue, a villain, that fights by. I was hurt under your arm. I thought all for the best. Help me into some house, Benvolio,. Or I shall faint. They have made worms' meat of me. I have it,. And soundly too. Your houses! This gentleman, the prince's near ally ,.
My very friend, hath got his mortal hurt. In my behalf; my reputation stained. With Tybalt's slander, — Tybalt, that an hour. Hath been my kinsman! O sweet Juliet,. Thy beauty hath made me effeminate. And, in my temper , softened valor's steel! O Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio's dead! That gallant spirit hath aspired the clouds,. Which too untimely here did scorn the earth. This day's black fate on more days doth depend;. This but begins the woe others must end. Here comes the furious Tybalt back again. Take our good meaning, for our judgment sits Five times in that ere once in our five wits.
She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the fore-finger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep; Her wagon-spokes made of long spiders' legs, The cover of the wings of grasshoppers, The traces of the smallest spider's web, The collars of the moonshine's watery beams, Her whip of cricket's bone, the lash of film, Her wagoner a small grey-coated gnat, Not so big as a round little worm Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid; Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub, Time out o' mind the fairies' coachmakers. And in this state she gallops night by night Through lovers' brains, and then they dream of love; O'er courtiers' knees, that dream on court'sies straight, O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees, O'er ladies ' lips, who straight on kisses dream, Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues, Because their breaths with sweetmeats tainted are: Sometime she gallops o'er a courtier's nose, And then dreams he of smelling out a suit; And sometime comes she with a tithe-pig's tail Tickling a parson's nose as a' lies asleep, Then dreams, he of another benefice: Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck, And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats, Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades, Of healths five-fathom deep; and then anon Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes, And being thus frighted swears a prayer or two And sleeps again.
This is that very Mab That plats the manes of horses in the night, And bakes the elflocks in foul sluttish hairs, Which once untangled, much misfortune bodes: This is the hag, when maids lie on their backs, That presses them and learns them first to bear, Making them women of good carriage: This is she-- ROMEO Peace, peace, Mercutio, peace! Thou talk'st of nothing. MERCUTIO True, I talk of dreams, Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy, Which is as thin of substance as the air And more inconstant than the wind, who wooes Even now the frozen bosom of the north, And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, Turning his face to the dew-dropping south.
ROMEO I fear, too early: for my mind misgives Some consequence yet hanging in the stars Shall bitterly begin his fearful date With this night's revels and expire the term Of a despised life closed in my breast By some vile forfeit of untimely death. But He, that hath the steerage of my course, Direct my sail! On, lusty gentlemen. Musicians waiting. He shift a trencher? Second Servant When good manners shall lie all in one or two men's hands and they unwashed too, 'tis a foul thing.
First Servant Away with the joint-stools, remove the court-cupboard, look to the plate. Good thou, save me a piece of marchpane; and, as thou lovest me, let the porter let in Susan Grindstone and Nell. Antony, and Potpan! Second Servant Ay, boy, ready. First Servant You are looked for and called for, asked for and sought for, in the great chamber. Second Servant We cannot be here and there too. Cheerly, boys; be brisk awhile, and the longer liver take all. Now Romeo is beloved and loves again, Alike betwitched by the charm of looks, But to his foe supposed he must complain, And she steal love's sweet bait from fearful hooks: Being held a foe, he may not have access To breathe such vows as lovers use to swear; And she as much in love, her means much less To meet her new-beloved any where: But passion lends them power, time means, to meet Tempering extremities with extreme sweet.
Turn back, dull earth, and find thy centre out. He climbs the wall, and leaps down within it. The earth that's nature's mother is her tomb; What is her burying grave that is her womb, And from her womb children of divers kind We sucking on her natural bosom find, Many for many virtues excellent, None but for some and yet all different. O, mickle is the powerful grace that lies In herbs, plants, stones, and their true qualities: For nought so vile that on the earth doth live But to the earth some special good doth give, Nor aught so good but strain'd from that fair use Revolts from true birth, stumbling on abuse: Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied; And vice sometimes by action dignified.
Within the infant rind of this small flower Poison hath residence and medicine power: For this, being smelt, with that part cheers each part; Being tasted, slays all senses with the heart. Two such opposed kings encamp them still In man as well as herbs, grace and rude will; And where the worser is predominant, Full soon the canker death eats up that plant. Came he not home to-night? Torments him so, that he will sure run mad.
O, he is the courageous captain of compliments. He fights as you sing prick-song, keeps time, distance, and proportion; rests me his minim rest, one, two, and the third in your bosom: the very butcher of a silk button, a duellist, a duellist; a gentleman of the very first house, of the first and second cause: ah, the immortal passado! O, their bones, their bones! Perchance she cannot meet him: that's not so. O, she is lame! Now is the sun upon the highmost hill Of this day's journey, and from nine till twelve Is three long hours, yet she is not come. Had she affections and warm youthful blood, She would be as swift in motion as a ball; My words would bandy her to my sweet love, And his to me: But old folks, many feign as they were dead; Unwieldy, slow, heavy and pale as lead.
O God, she comes! A public place. Thy head is as fun of quarrels as an egg is full of meat, and yet thy head hath been beaten as addle as an egg for quarrelling: thou hast quarrelled with a man for coughing in the street, because he hath wakened thy dog that hath lain asleep in the sun: didst thou not fall out with a tailor for wearing his new doublet before Easter? O simple! Spread thy close curtain, love-performing night, That runaway's eyes may wink and Romeo Leap to these arms, untalk'd of and unseen. Lovers can see to do their amorous rites By their own beauties; or, if love be blind, It best agrees with night.
Come, civil night, Thou sober-suited matron, all in black, And learn me how to lose a winning match, Play'd for a pair of stainless maidenhoods: Hood my unmann'd blood, bating in my cheeks, With thy black mantle; till strange love, grown bold, Think true love acted simple modesty. Come, night; come, Romeo; come, thou day in night; For thou wilt lie upon the wings of night Whiter than new snow on a raven's back. Come, gentle night, come, loving, black-brow'd night, Give me my Romeo; and, when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun. O, I have bought the mansion of a love, But not possess'd it, and, though I am sold, Not yet enjoy'd: so tedious is this day As is the night before some festival To an impatient child that hath new robes And may not wear them.
O, here comes my nurse, And she brings news; and every tongue that speaks But Romeo's name speaks heavenly eloquence. Enter Nurse, with cords. Madam, good night: commend me to your daughter. Wife, go you to her ere you go to bed; Acquaint her here of my son Paris' love; And bid her, mark you me, on Wednesday next-- But, soft! Well, Wednesday is too soon, O' Thursday let it be: o' Thursday, tell her, She shall be married to this noble earl.
Will you be ready? We'll keep no great ado,--a friend or two; For, hark you, Tybalt being slain so late, It may be thought we held him carelessly, Being our kinsman, if we revel much: Therefore we'll have some half a dozen friends, And there an end. But what say you to Thursday? Go you to Juliet ere you go to bed, Prepare her, wife, against this wedding-day.Seeing Romeo arrive, his parents romeo and juliet act 1 to give Benvolio a ladbroke grove accident romeo and juliet act 1. By my heel, I care not. Tybalt, meanwhile, still incensed that Romeo had sneaked into the Capulet ball, challenges romeo and juliet act 1 to a duel. Capulet energetically directs preparations for romeo and juliet act 1 wedding.