—-, on my word we’ll not carry coals. | speaker: sampson spoken to: gregory situation: looking for trouble with montague |
No, for then we will be colliers | speaker: Gregory spoken to: sampson situation: looking for trouble with montague |
I mean, and we will be in choler, we’ll draw. | Speaker: Sampson spoken to: gregory situation: looking for trouble with montague |
Ay while you live, draw your neck out of collar. | speaker: gregory spoken to: sampson situation: looking for trouble with montague |
I strike quickly moved to strike | speaker: sampson spoken to: Gregory situation: looking for trouble with montague |
But thou art not quickly moved to strike | speaker: gregory spoken to: sampson situation: looking for trouble with montague |
A dog of the house of Montague moves me | speaker: sampson spoken to: gregory situation: looking for trouble with montague |
to move is to stir, and to be valiant is to stand: therefore if thou art moved, thou runn’st away | speaker: gregory spoken to: sampson situation: looking for trouble with montague |
A dog of the house shall move me to stand: i will take the wall of any man or maid of Montague’s | speaker: sampson spoken to: gregory situation: looking for trouble with montague |
that shows thee a weak slave, for the weakest goes to the wall | speaker: gregory spoken to: sampson situation: looking for trouble with montague |
’tis true, and therefor 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 to the wall | speaker: sampson spoken to: gregory situation: looking for trouble with montague |
The quarrel is between our masters, and us their men | speaker: gregory spoken to: sampson situation: looking for trouble with montague |
’tis all one. I will show myself a tyrant; when i have fought with all the men, I will be civil with the maids, i will cut off their heads | speaker: sampson spoken to: gregory situation: looking for trouble with montague |
the heads of the maids? | speaker: gregory spoken to: sampson situation: looking for trouble with montague |
ay, the heads of the maids, or of their maidenheads; take it in what sense thou wilt | speaker: sampson spoken to: gregory situation: looking for trouble with montague |
They must take it in sense that feel it | speaker: gregory spoken to: sampson situation: looking for trouble with montague |
me they shall feel while I am able to stand, and ’tis known I am a pretty piece of flesh | speaker: sampson spoken to: gregory situation: looking for trouble with montague |
’tis well thou are not a fish; if thou hadst, thou hadst been poor john: draw thy tool, here comes two of the house of Montagues | speaker: gregory spoken to: sampson situation: looking for trouble with montague |
my naked weapon is out: quarrel, i will back thee | speaker: sampson spoken to: gregory situation: looking for trouble with montague |
how, turn thy back and run? | speaker: gregory spoken to: sampson situation: looking for trouble with montague |
fear me not | speaker: sampson spoken to: gregory situation: looking for trouble with montague |
no marry; i fear thee | speaker: gregory spoken to: sampson situation: looking for trouble with montague |
Let us take the law of our sides; let them begin | speaker: sampson spoken to: gregory situation: looking for trouble with montague |
I will frown as I pass by, and let them take it as they list | speaker: gregory spoken to: sampson situation: looking for trouble with montague |
nay, as they dare. I will bite my thumb at them, which is disgrace to them if they bear it. | speaker: sampson spoken to: gregory situation: looking for trouble with montague |
do you bite your thumb at me sir? | speaker: Abraham spoken to: sampson situation: montague and capulet about to fight |
i do bite my thumb sir | speaker: sampson spoken to: abraham situation: montague and capulet about to fight |
do you bite your thumb at us sir? | speaker: abraham spoken to: sampson situation: montague and capulet about to fight |
is the law of our side if i say ay? | speaker: sampson spoken to: gregory situation: montague and capulet about to fight |
No sir, I don not bite my thumb at you sir, but i bite my thumb sir. | speaker: samspon spoken to: abraham situation: montague and capulet about to fight |
do you quarrel sir? | speaker: gregory spoken to: abraham situation: montague and capulet about to fight |
quarrel sir, no sir | speaker: abraham spoken to: gregory & sampson situation: montague and capulet about to fight |
but if you do sir, I am for you; i serve as good a man as you | speaker: sampson spoken to: abraham situation: montague and capulet about to fight |
say better: here comes one of my master’s kinsmen | speaker: gregory spoken to: abraham situation: montague and capulet about to fight |
draw if you be men. —-remember thy wasting blow | speaker: samspon spoken to: gregory situation: montague and capulet about to fight |
part fools. put up your swords, you know not what you do | speaker: benvolio spoken to: abraham, gregory, and sampson situation: breaking up the fight |
what, art thou drawn among these hartless hinds? turn thee Benvolio, look upon my death | speaker: tybalt spoken to: abraham, gregory, sampson, and benvolio situation: breaking up the fight |
I do but keep peace; put up thy sword, or manage it to part these men with me | speaker: benvolio spoken to: abraham, gregory, sampson, and tybalt situation: breaking up the fight |
what, drawn and talk of peace? I hate the word as I hate hell, all montagues, and thee. Have at thee coward! | speaker: tybalt spoken to: abraham, gregory, sampson, and benvolio situation: picking another fight with the enemy |
clubs, bills and partisans, strike, beat them down! | speaker: officer spoken to: towns people watching the fight situation: montague and capulet fighting |
down with the capulets, down witht the Montagues! | speaker: citizens spoken to: montagues and capulets fighting situation: montagues and capulets fighting |
what noise is this? give me my ling sword, ho! | speaker: capulet spoken to: people fighting situation: montagues and capulets fighting |
a crutch, a crutch; why call you for a sword | speaker: lady capulet spoken to: capulet situation: montagues and capulets fighting |
My sword I say! Old montague is come, and flourishes his blade in spite me | speaker: capulet spoken to: lady capulet situation: montagues and capulets fighting |
thou villian capulet: hold me not, let me go | speaker: montague spoken to: capulet situation: montagues and capulets fighting |
thou shalt not stir one foot to seek a foe | speaker: lady montague spoken to montague situation:montagues and capulets fighting |
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 rage with purple fountains issuing from your veins | speaker: prince spoken to: capulets and montagues situation: prince yelling at people for fighting |
On pain of torture, from those bloody hands, throw your mistempered weapons to the ground, and hear the sentence of your moved —-. | speaker: prince spoken to: capulets and montagues situation: prince yelling at people for fighting |
Three civil brawls, bred of an airy word,By thee, old —–, and ——,Have thrice disturbed the quiet of our streetsAnd made Verona’s ancient citizensCast by their grave-beseeming ornaments,To wield old partisans in hands as old,Cankered with peace, to part your cankered hate. | speaker: prince spoken to: capulets and montagues situation: prince yelling at people for fighting |
If ever you disturb our streets again,Your lives shall pay the forfeit of the peace.For this time, all the rest depart away. | speaker: prince spoken to: capulets and montagues situation: prince yelling at people for fighting |
You, —–, shall go along with me,And, —-, come you this afternoonTo know our farther pleasure in this case,To old Free-town, our common judgment-place.Once more, on pain of death, all men depart. | speaker: prince spoken to: capulets and montagues situation: prince yelling at people for fighting |
who set this ancient quarrel new abroach? speak nephew, were you by it when it began? | speaker: montague spoken to: benvolio situation: benvolio telling them how fight started |
Here were the servants of your adversary,And yours, close fighting ere I did approach.I drew to part them. | speaker: benvolio spoken to: montague situation: benvolio telling them how fight started |
In the instant cameThe fiery —-, with his sword prepared,Which, as he breathed defiance to my ears,He swung about his head and cut the winds,Who, nothing hurt withal, hissed him in scorn | speaker: benvolio spoken to: montague situation: benvolio telling them how fight started |
While we were interchanging thrusts and blows,Came more and more and fought on part and part,Till the Prince came, who parted either part. | speaker: benvolio spoken to: montague situation: benvolio telling them how fight started |
Oh, where is Romeo? Saw you him today?Right glad I am he was not at this fray. | speaker: lady montague spoken to benvolio situation: benvolio told how the fight started |
Madam, an hour before the worshipped sunPeered forth the golden window of the east,A troubled mind drove me to walk abroad, | speaker: benvolio spoken to: lady montague situation: benvolio talking to montagues |
Where, underneath the grove of sycamoreThat westward rooteth from this city side,So early walking did I see your son. | speaker: benvolio spoken to: lady montague situation: benvolio talking to montagues |
Towards him I made, but he was ‘ware of meAnd stole into the covert of the wood.I, measuring his affections by my own,Which then most sought where most might not be found, | speaker: benvolio spoken to: lady montague situation: benvolio talking to montagues |
Being one too many by my weary self,Pursued my humor not pursuing his,And gladly shunned who gladly fled from me. | speaker: benvolio spoken to: lady montague situation: benvolio talking to montagues |
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. | speaker: montague spoken to: benvolio and lady montague situation: three motagues talking about romeo |
But all so soon as the all-cheering sunShould in the farthest east begin to drawThe shady curtains from Aurora’s bed,Away from light steals home my heavy son, | speaker: montague spoken to: benvolio and lady montague situation: three motagues talking about romeo |
And private in his chamber pens himself,Shuts up his windows, locks fair daylight out,And makes himself an artificial night. | speaker: montague spoken to: benvolio and lady montague situation: three motagues talking about romeo |
Black and portentous must this humor proveUnless good counsel may the cause remove. | speaker: montague spoken to: benvolio and lady montague situation: three motagues talking about romeo |
My noble uncle, do you know the cause? | speaker: benvolio spoken to: montague situation: three motagues talking about romeo |
I neither know it nor can learn of him | speaker: montague spoken to: benvolio situation: three motagues talking about romeo |
Have you importuned him by any means? | speaker: benvolio spoken to: montague situation: three motagues talking about romeo |
Both by myself and many other friends.But he, his own affections’ counselor,Is to himself—I will not say how true, | speaker: montague spoken to: benvolio situation: three motagues talking about romeo |
But to himself so secret and so close,So far from sounding and discovery,As is the bud bit with an envious worm, | speaker: montague spoken to: benvolio situation: three motagues talking about romeo |
Ere he can spread his sweet leaves to the air,Or dedicate his beauty to the same. | speaker: montague spoken to: benvolio situation: three motagues talking about romeo |
Could we but learn from whence his sorrows grow.We would as willingly give cure as know. | speaker: montague spoken to: benvolio situation: three motagues talking about romeo |
See, where he comes. So please you, step aside.I’ll know his grievance or be much denied. | speaker: benvolio spoken to: montague situation: three montagues talking about Romeo |
I would thou wert so happy by thy stayTo hear true shrift.—Come, madam, let’s away. | speaker: montague spoken to: benvolio and lady montague situation: three montagues talking about Romeo |
is the day so young? | speaker: romeo spoken to benvolio situation: romeo complaining about his love life |
Ay me! Sad hours seem long.Was that my father that went hence so fast? | speaker: romeo spoken to benvolio situation: romeo complaining about his love life |
Not having that which, having, makes them short. | speaker: romeo spoken to benvolio situation: romeo complaining about his love life |
Out of her favor, where I am in love. | speaker: romeo spoken to benvolio situation: romeo complaining about his love life |
Alas, that love, so gentle in his view,Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof! | speaker: benvolio spoken to: romeo situation: romeo complaining about his love life |
Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still,Should, without eyes, see pathways to his will! | speaker: romeo spoken to benvolio situation: romeo complaining about his love life |
Where shall we dine?—O me! What fray was here?Yet tell me not, for I have heard it all. | speaker: romeo spoken to benvolio situation: romeo complaining about his love life |
Here’s much to do with hate but more with love.Why then, O brawling love, O loving hate,O anything of nothing first created! | speaker: romeo spoken to benvolio situation: romeo complaining about his love life |
O heavy lightness, serious vanity,Misshapen chaos of well-seeming forms! | speaker: romeo spoken to benvolio situation: romeo complaining about his love life |
Feather of lead, bright smoke, cold fire, sick health,Still-waking sleep, that is not what it is!This love feel I, that feel no love in this.Dost thou not laugh? | speaker: romeo spoken to benvolio situation: romeo complaining about his love life |
Why, such is love’s transgression.Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast,Which thou wilt propagate, to have it pressedWith more of thine. | speaker: romeo spoken to benvolio situation: romeo complaining about his love life |
This love that thou hast shownDoth add more grief to too much of mine own. | speaker: romeo spoken to benvolio situation: romeo complaining about his love life |
Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs;Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers’ eyes;Being vexed, a sea nourished with loving tears. | speaker: romeo spoken to benvolio situation: romeo complaining about his love life |
What is it else? A madness most discreet,A choking gall, and a preserving sweet.Farewell, my coz. | speaker: romeo spoken to benvolio situation: romeo complaining about his love life |
Soft! I will go along.And if you leave me so, you do me wrong. | speaker: benvolio spoken to: romeo situation: romeo complaining about his love life |
Tut, I have lost myself. I am not here.This is not Romeo. He’s some other where. | speaker: romeo spoken to benvolio situation: romeo complaining about his love life |
A sick man in sadness makes his will,A word ill urged to one that is so ill.In sadness, cousin, I do love a woman. | speaker: romeo spoken to benvolio situation: romeo complaining about his love life |
Well, in that hit you miss. She’ll not be hitWith Cupid’s arrow. She hath Dian’s wit. | speaker: romeo spoken to benvolio situation: romeo complaining about his love life |
And, in strong proof of chastity well armedFrom love’s weak childish bow, she lives uncharmed. | speaker: romeo spoken to benvolio situation: romeo complaining about his love life |
She will not stay the siege of loving terms,Nor bide th’ encounter of assailing eyes,Nor ope her lap to saint-seducing gold. | speaker: romeo spoken to benvolio situation: romeo complaining about his love life |
Oh, she is rich in beauty, only poorThat when she dies, with beauty dies her store. | speaker: romeo spoken to benvolio situation: romeo complaining about his love life |
She hath, and in that sparing makes huge waste,For beauty, starved with her severity,Cuts beauty off from all posterity. | speaker: romeo spoken to benvolio situation: romeo complaining about his love life |
She is too fair, too wise, wisely too fair,To merit bliss by making me despair.She hath forsworn to love, and in that vowDo I live dead that live to tell it now. | speaker: romeo spoken to benvolio situation: romeo complaining about his love life |
By giving liberty unto thine eyes.Examine other beauties. | speaker: benvolio spoken to: romeo situation: romeo complaining about his love life |
‘Tis the wayTo call hers exquisite, in question more.These happy masks that kiss fair ladies’ brows,Being black, puts us in mind they hide the fair. | speaker: romeo spoken to benvolio situation: romeo complaining about his love life |
He that is strucken blind cannot forgetThe precious treasure of his eyesight lost. | speaker: romeo spoken to benvolio situation: romeo complaining about his love life |
Show me a mistress that is passing fair;What doth her beauty serve but as a noteWhere I may read who passed that passing fair?Farewell. Thou canst not teach me to forget. | speaker: romeo spoken to benvolio situation: romeo complaining about his love life |
I’ll pay that doctrine or else die in debt. | speaker: benvolio spoken to: romeo situation: romeo complaining about his love life |
Romeo and Juliet act 1 scene 1
November 13, 2019