Read the excerpt from Act I, scene i of Romeo and Juliet.Montague: Many a morning hath he there been seen,With tears augmenting the fresh morning’s dew,Adding to clouds more clouds with his deep sighs:But all so soon as the all-cheering sunShould in the furthest east begin to draw120The shady curtains from Aurora’s bed,Away from light steals home my heavy son,And private in his chamber pens himself,Shuts up his windows, locks fair daylight out,And makes himself an artificial night.125Black and portentous must this humour proveUnless good counsel may the cause remove.
Read the excerpt from Act I, scene i of Romeo and Juliet.Benvolio: Here were the servants of your adversaryAnd yours close fighting ere I did approach:I drew to part them; in the instant cameThe fiery Tybalt, with his sword prepar’d, 95Which, as he breath’d defiance to my ears,He swung about his head, and cut the winds,Who, nothing hurt withal hiss’d him in scorn.
Read the excerpt from Act I, scene ii of Romeo and Juliet.Capulet: But saying o’er what I have said before:My child is yet a stranger in the world, 10She hath not seen the change of fourteen years;Let two more summers wither in their prideEre we may think her ripe to be a bride.
Read the excerpt from Act I, scene i of Romeo and Juliet.Benvolio: I do but keep the peace: put up thy sword,50Or manage it to part these men with me.
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Read the excerpt from Act I, scene i of Romeo and Juliet.Prince: Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace,Profaners of this neighbour-stained steel,—Will they not hear? What ho! you men, you beasts,That quench the fire of your pernicious rage70With purple fountains issuing from your veins,On pain of torture, from those bloody handsThrow your mis-temper’d weapons to the ground,And hear the sentence of your moved prince.
Read the excerpt from Act I, scene i of Romeo and Juliet.Tybalt: What! art thou drawn among these heartless hinds?Turn thee, Benvolio, look upon thy death.Benvolio: I do but keep the peace: put up thy sword,50Or manage it to part these men with me.Tybalt: What! drawn, and talk of peace? I hate the word,As I hate hell, all Montagues, and thee.Have at thee, coward! [They fight.]
Read the excerpt from Act I, scene i of Romeo and Juliet.Which thou wilt propagate to have it press’dWith more of thine: this love that thou hast shownDoth add more grief to too much of mine own.
Read the excerpt from Act I, scene i of Romeo and Juliet.And hear the sentence of your moved prince.Three civil brawls, bred of an airy word,75By thee, old Capulet, and Montague,Have thrice disturb’d the quiet of our streets,And made Verona’s ancient citizensCast by their grave beseeming ornaments,To wield old partisans, in hands as old, 80Canker’d with peace, to part your canker’d hate.If ever you disturb our streets againYour lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace.
Read the excerpt from Act I, scene ii of Romeo and Juliet.Benvolio: At this same ancient feast of Capulet’s,70Sups the fair Rosaline, whom thou so lov’st,With all the admired beauties of Verona:Go thither; and, with unattainted eyeCompare her face with some that I shall show,And I will make thee think thy swan a crow.
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